Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 102: Born of Pain, Bound by Love

Yes, everything had gone awry the moment Rocco was born.

If Rocco had never been born, his mother might have been able to retreat.

His father would have had countless other options.

Sylas would never have had to look upon a brother he despised.

And the staff relegated to the annex—those who had been assigned to look after Rocco—would surely have enjoyed prosperous lives and prestigious work at the main estate.

It might be a cruel perspective to take toward the original Rocco Di Malvento from the story...

However, he was also Rocco Di Malvento. Surely, even if he voiced such harsh truths, no one could blame him for it.

Rocco had simply wanted to love and protect his family.

For him, family was everything.

But if it was his own existence that had driven his family to madness, then what a cruel truth it was.

He had harmed the very thing he wanted to protect with his own hands.

In that case, Rocco thought, it would be better if he were no longer here.

It would have been better if he had never been born.

He should never have been born.

These thoughts is something he couldn’t be stopped.

The words Rocco had shouted through his tears echoed loudly in the room, the silence that followed amplifying the sound.

Through his blurry vision, his head lowered, and he couldn’t see their expressions.

All he could do was clench his hands tightly in his lap, trying to choke back his sobs.

"If I... if I had never been born..."

He mumbled through incoherent words, his speech a jumble of emotion.

His father and Sylas were probably both bewildered by his sudden outburst, wondering what in the world he was trying to say.

If they cared at all about his circumstances or feelings, things might have been different.

But Rocco hadn’t forgotten the days of neglect.

He knew well that they saw him as nothing more than the troublesome son of their stepmother.

He would never forget that.

That was why he couldn’t bear to look at their faces.

If they wore expressions of indifference, if they looked at him with cold disregard, he couldn’t stand it.

Because to Rocco, family meant everything, and if they turned their backs on him, there would be no hope left.

As he struggled to hold back his sobs, the silence in the room was shattered by a loud voice.

It was as though that voice was cutting through everything, like it was pouring out all the emotions that had been kept inside.

"—Stop saying such foolish things!!"

It was a voice Rocco had never heard before—loud, strong, and filled with an intensity he hadn’t expected.

He was slow to react, unable to believe it could possibly be him.

After all, this person was always so calm, always wearing an expression of indifference, and had always seemed to dislike Rocco.

But as his heart pounded in his chest, he couldn’t resist looking up.

And what he saw in front of him was almost impossible to believe.

—Sylas was crying.

"Brother?"

If this wasn’t an illusion or a dream, then it was a sight beyond belief.

Rocco had seen illustrations like this once or twice before, but that was it—so even he was genuinely shocked.

To see Sylas, of all people, with his face contorted in a slight grimace, tears falling uncontrollably, was something Rocco never expected.

Sylas suddenly stood up with a jerky motion, but his steps were unsteady, faltering as he approached Rocco.

When Sylas reached him, he collapsed to his knees as though his legs couldn’t support him.

He took Rocco’s hand and pressed his forehead against the back of it, speaking in a quiet, almost whispering tone, his gaze downward.

"I... I was the fool one... I pushed you so far..."

The sincere, heart-wrenching words from Sylas were so painful to hear that Rocco felt like his own chest was being ripped apart.

In that moment, his own tears, which had been overflowing, stopped in surprise.

"Don’t say that you should never have been born... I’m glad you were born... I thank God every day that you’re here."

The second shock made Rocco’s eyes widen so much it felt like they might fall out. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Mafia members usually held a view like, "God be damned. Long live atheism."

Yet Sylas was so open about thanking God, it was clear that his joy was immense—so much so, it seemed almost beyond belief.

But why?

Wait, the reason—Sylas had just explained it moments before.

It was hard to believe the words, but they were undeniably clear.

"You don’t have to forgive me. Don’t even think about forgiving me... Just, please, stop saying things like that. There are so many people whose lives have been saved because of you."

With those words, Sylas wrapped his arms around Rocco’s waist and hugged him tightly.

Kneeling to embrace him, Sylas looked like a child desperately clinging to something for support.

Normally calm and composed, Sylas, with his adult-like demeanor, was now clinging to Rocco as if he had no care for his own dignity.

For some reason, that simple fact calmed Rocco’s once-turbulent heart, even if just a little.

"...Saved? That’s impossible. I made everyone here miserable. It’s because I was born that—"

"You’re wrong! If the Di Malvento family fell into misfortune, it was because of their own shortcomings...! You had nothing to do with it. If anything, it was the Di Malvento family that made you suffer!"

Those words struck Rocco like a bolt of lightning.

Could that really be true?

He had always believed that he was the one who brought misfortune to the Di Malvento family.

Even now, he thought that belief was correct.

But then, why was he the one carrying so much pain?

Could it really be, as Sylas said, the Di Malvento family’s fault?

Yet, tracing the source of it all still led back to his birth, so it felt like there was something off about that logic.