Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 74: Lost and Found

Chapter 74: Lost and Found

Normally, he would have a silly, ingratiating smile plastered on his face, but now, there was no hiding his rage.

He glared at Sylas with a furrowed brow, his face a picture of fury.

"What do you think you’re doing, Brother?!"

Rocco stood up while holding Laxus in his arms and stomping his feet in anger.

If his instincts weren’t wrong, that sound from earlier had definitely been the sound of a gunshot.

And Sylas, of all people, had pointed the gun at his poor, helpless puppy and fired it—whether as a threat or for some other reason, it didn’t matter!

Sylas, seeing Rocco’s anger, looked momentarily confused, his brow furrowing.

Was he trying to cover up with that expression?

Rocco wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

"I can’t forgive you! Even if you are my brother, I absolutely can’t forgive you for that!"

"What are you talking about... That was—"

"I don’t want to hear any excuses! Shooting at a puppy is the lowest thing you can do! I hate you, Brother!!"

For Sylas, hearing such a declaration of hatred from Rocco must have been incredibly humiliating.

Rocco thought about that, but there was no longer any room in him to try and cover for Sylas.

After all, he was absolutely furious with his brother right now, which was completely understandable.

But, being the heir to a mafia family, it was impossible for Rocco to maintain his composure and face Sylas in a dignified way.

He was far too timid for that.

So, for some reason, he ended up fleeing from Sylas while holding Laxus tightly in his arms, his face showing signs of despair as he fled from the scene.

...

How long had passed since he sat there, stunned, completely dazed?

He knew he had to catch up to Rocco and capture "him," but his body refused to cooperate.

His legs were useless.

His clothes were filthy with dirt and grass—so unsightly.

It wasn’t like him at all.

He knew what was happening, but he just couldn’t make himself move.

"...he hate me..."

Sylas muttered this to himself, frustration building inside him.

Six years.

Six years was a long time for a child, and during that time, Sylas had lived obliviously in the main building, never once trying to understand Rocco’s pure and innocent true nature.

He had hated Rocco just because he was the biological child of that woman.

In truth, the fool had been him all along.

He had imagined Rocco as a foolish boy, imposing his own selfish, lowly ideals on him.

All because, in his own suffering, he had used Rocco to free himself.

Of course, that would lead to hatred and resentment.

But the denial from Rocco, the way he rejected Sylas’s plea without even a shred of willingness to listen—it was something Sylas hadn’t expected.

It cut deeply into his chest.

"...What a fool. He didn’t even know the truth of that person..."

He understood painfully well that the fool in this situation was himself.

Even now, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted by how he was still trying to take his anger out on Rocco.

But... Rocco had definitely called him "Laxus."

That had to be proof that Rocco knew that dog’s true identity, right?

No, but from the way he acted, there were no signs of any dark schemes or hidden malice.

Sylas couldn’t believe that Rocco had figured out the true identity of that dog, given his behavior.

But if that were the case, then it didn’t explain why Rocco had named that dog "Laxus"...

"...What the hell did that bastard do to my Rocco?"

The strength in Sylas’s body gradually returned as the anger surged within him.

With the intensity of his rage, he was able to push himself up easily.

As he staggered forward, still unsteady on his feet, a frantic voice suddenly called out from behind him.

"Young master! We heard gunshots—what happened?!"

The voice belonged to his loyal aide, Philip. The moment Sylas saw him, his usual composure quickly returned.

His eyes snapped open as he rushed over to Philip.

"Hey, go capture the dog that Rocco has right now... immediately!"

He pointed forcefully in the direction Rocco had run off in, shouting.

Philip, clearly startled by Sylas’s sudden shift in demeanor, hesitated for a moment, but then nodded his head and immediately set off.

Sylas watched Philip’s back as he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and calm his breathing.

He put his gun back into his pocket and started walking.

If he showed up in front of Rocco now, he would most likely be rejected, but he couldn’t let "that person" slip away.

"...Rocco."

It didn’t matter that Rocco hated him.

From what he had seen earlier, it was likely that Rocco had been brainwashed by that bastard, who was pretending to be a dog.

It had to be the case.

No... it must be the case.

Because if it wasn’t, Rocco might end up being labeled as a traitor or a rebel against the Di Malvento family.

That bastard must have planned this all along.

He was probably trying to take Rocco as a hostage.

Did he know that Rocco was a treasure to the Di Malvento family, or had he figured it out during the time Rocco had kept him as a pet in these last few days?

Either way, he had to capture that bastard quickly or Rocco would be in danger.

Anyone who would harm Rocco—he would eliminate them, no matter who they were.

"... Rocco... I will save you..."

Sylas muttered with a voice full of determination as he ran off while thinking of his poor brother who had been brainwashed by that bastard.

...

"Sylas, you idiot! You fool!"

Rocco’s anger boiled up as he ran, but he wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

He had definitely pushed himself to the limit, his high-pitched breathing betraying the exhaustion.

Now, he stood in the middle of a vast, green forest while at clutching Laxus, who lay limply in his arms.