Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 104: The Unpredictable Madman

But for some reason, this time, he left without hesitation, running off to somewhere with purpose.

Ragar hesitated, wondering if he should remain to wait for his master.

However, the Di Malvento family head and heir were with him.

Trusting them to look after his master, Ragar decided instead to follow Georgio, the unpredictable madman.

Georgio was a mystery—a man whose thoughts could never be read.

It was clear that he genuinely cared for his master, but someone as erratic as Georgio could change his mind for the most frivolous of reasons.

Someone like him required constant observation.

With that reasoning, Ragar had followed him this far.

Yet, as expected, Georgio’s intentions were entirely unreadable.

Frustrated, Ragar furrowed his brows.

"Georgio," he called, his voice sharp. "What exactly are you doing?"

They stood at the top of the main building, on the roof just above the attic.

Georgio had climbed through the attic window and onto the roof, where he now stood silently, gazing far beyond the main gate.

He’d been like this for ten minutes.

Ragar sighed softly, wishing he would come back down.

Just as Ragar exhaled, Georgio finally moved.

"Hey, Ragar," Georgio said suddenly. "You know, I quite like you."

Ragar froze at the unexpected remark, his expression sharpening with suspicion. "What are you talking about?"

Georgio’s sudden declarations were usually a prelude to trouble.

"Don’t look at me like that," Georgio said with a grin. "I meant it as a compliment. I actually think your skills are impressive."

"...You could have left out the ’actually,’" Ragar muttered, visibly annoyed.

Georgio responded with his usual laugh—a bright, carefree sound that only deepened Ragar’s unease.

Something was wrong.

Ragar couldn’t shake the feeling.

It was like a beast’s primal instinct, a warning of danger.

Georgio, the madman who always danced on the edge of disaster, seemed poised to dive headfirst into chaos once again.

Ragar’s loyalty wasn’t to Georgio.

If the man wanted to destroy himself, Ragar couldn’t care less.

But if Georgio’s recklessness brought tears to his master’s eyes, that was a different matter entirely.

"I bet his older brother and father are groveling for sympathy from the master right now," Georgio said, his tone casual. "Mafia men are usually clueless when it comes to a young heart."

"Is this why you came all the way up here?" Ragar asked sharply.

He didn’t care for idle chatter.

He wanted to know what Georgio was hiding, what schemes lay beneath his ever-present grin.

Georgio turned his head to him briefly, his smile still maddeningly cryptic.

"Hmm, not exactly," Georgio replied. "It’s less small talk and more... jealousy? Maybe panic? Something like that."

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," Ragar muttered, his tone sharp.

Georgio let out a bright laugh, carefree as ever. "Ahaha! Now that I think about it, you’re just as clueless as the rest of them, Ragar. Maybe I picked the wrong person to talk to."

The laughter echoed briefly before Georgio’s face abruptly went blank.

The animated sparkle in his eyes vanished, replaced by something far darker in a mere blink.

"...That’s right," Georgio murmured, his voice low and uneven. "I’m panicking."

Ragar frowned, his ears pricking at the sudden shift. "What...?"

Georgio’s voice lowered further with a barely audible whisper. "Master is going to have a real ’family’ now..."

Ragar strained to catch the words, the disjointed muttering barely reaching his ears.

However, Georgio’s demeanor was unmistakably different, as if something long restrained had finally burst free.

"Master is so kind," Georgio continued, his voice trembling slightly. "He’ll forgive even the worst family. Blood, after all, is thicker than water, they say. But once Master has a true family... what will he think of me?"

Georgio began to walk forward slowly, his steps heavy with an unspoken weight.

"If things stay as they are now," Georgio murmured, his voice tinged with desperation, "I’ll fall behind. I won’t let mere blood relations monopolize my angel."

Ragar’s instincts screamed at him. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Something was wrong—dangerously wrong.

He reached out, trying to grab hold of Georgio, but his hand swiped through empty air.

Georgio turned back to him with a familiar, unsettling smile that sent a chill down Ragar’s spine.

"Tell Master this," Georgio said.

And then, with an almost inhuman leap, Georgio soared through the air like a bird, gracefully clearing the mansion’s gates in a single bound.

Ragar stood frozen, watching Georgio’s disappearing form.

The sight only confirmed what he had long suspected: Georgio wasn’t just eccentric—he was something beyond human.

His superhuman reflexes, his otherworldly strength, it all stemmed from something far beyond natural.

Georgio wasn’t merely a child from the slums.

He was... something else entirely.

The words Georgio had left behind rang in Ragar’s mind, reverberating like an echo:

"...I’m going to settle this once and for all."

A strange wind brushed against Ragar’s cheek, heavy with the absence of the one who had vanished.

Ragar stared at the space Georgio had occupied only moments before he letting out a deep, weary sigh.

"Master," he muttered under his breath, "you truly have a knack for reeling in the most complicated lunatics."

...

The words "I love you" were repeated over and over, intertwined with the stories of their coldness and neglect toward Rocco in the past.

It was all too much for him to process—his mind felt like it was spinning in chaos.

But one thing was clear: when they said they would speak honestly and openly, they weren’t lying.

Both Sylas and his father shared everything, holding nothing back.

No deceptive words, no attempts to sugarcoat the truth.

They admitted, with heavy hearts and downcast eyes, that until recently, they had genuinely disliked and neglected Rocco.

Their regret was painfully evident in their slumped shoulders and the way their gaze fell to the floor.

Rocco had always suspected they truly disliked him, so their confession wasn’t a surprise.

What he didn’t understand, however, was how those feelings had changed.

What caused the shift?

What spurred them to see him differently?