Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 105: Misunderstandings and New Beginnings

He fidgeted with his hands on his lap, his voice soft and uncertain. "I didn’t do anything... so why don’t you hate me anymore?"

Sylas was the first one to respond, he quickly reaching out to take Rocco’s restless hands in his own.

He gently stroked them, a soothing motion, while meeting Rocco’s eyes with unwavering sincerity.

"That’s right," Sylas said, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. "You did nothing wrong, Rocco. Nothing at all. It was me—I was the one who hated you for no reason, and then I was the one who turned that hatred into love."

Rocco hesitated, glancing up at Sylas.

His expression was serious, without a hint of deceit.

For someone as proud as Sylas, to admit to "turning his hand" like that must have taken immense courage and determination.

Those words alone felt like proof that everything Sylas said was true.

"Every little thing you did was endearing," Sylas continued. "At first, that was all it was. But the more I watched you, the more I realized... Rocco, you’re truly as angelic as you are lovable."

Sylas explained that the first time he truly noticed Rocco was the day Rocco found Ragar.

Apparently, Sylas had been nearby, watching the scene unfold.

Rocco’s jaw fell open in surprise.

"You were there that day?" he stammered, stunned.

He hadn’t sensed Sylas’s presence at all.

Sylas nodded, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he struggled to string together words he clearly wasn’t used to saying. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The effort was obvious, and his awkward but heartfelt words made Rocco squirm with secondhand embarrassment.

From that day on, Sylas admitted to secretly observing Rocco as he played in the garden.

He found himself drawn to Rocco’s innocent charm, unable to look away.

Rocco shook his head in disbelief.

"I never noticed it..." he murmured, feeling a twinge of frustration at his own obliviousness.

So, their first encounter at the birthday party hadn’t been their actual first meeting.

At least, not for Sylas.

While Rocco had seen Sylas for the first time that day, Sylas had already come to see him as a familiar and endearing younger brother.

In contrast, it seemed that Rocco’s father first noticed him at the birthday party.

"I, too, am guilty of a foolish change of heart," his father admitted. "From the first day I laid eyes on you, I began to take an interest. Each time I saw you, your charm became more evident, and I couldn’t help but grow fonder."

What?

Rocco blinked in disbelief.

Was his first impression really that flawless?

He fidgeted, caught between embarrassment and pride.

Sure, he thought, maybe I am outrageously cool and stylish.

But still, to win over even my rigid, formidable father?

Is my coolness on a world-breaking level or what?

Rocco’s thoughts carried him into a cheerful rhythm, swaying his body as if in tune with a song only he could hear.

His father and Sylas, watching him, let out pained groans, as though they had been struck down by his overwhelming charm.

"I’m so cool," Rocco declared confidently.

"...? Yes, Rocco, you’re so adorable," Sylas replied.

"I’m cool. So stylish. Ha!"

"Yes. Very adorable," his father added, completely serious.

Rocco froze, stunned by what he thought was a bizarre miscommunication.

Surely, they meant to call him "cool" in return.

Yet somehow, he distinctly heard them call him "adorable."

Despite the confusion, the earlier tension seemed to melt away.

The sight of Rocco’s cheerful demeanor brought a sense of relief to both Sylas and his father.

"Rocco," Sylas said with a steady gaze. "Do you understand now? We love you."

"Yes! I understand completely!" Rocco chirped, his excitement obvious.

"Good. Then there’s no need for you to run away anymore. You can live here in the main residence without worry," Sylas declared.

"I got it! I Understood!" Rocco replied enthusiastically.

Then, a moment later, he paused, tilting his head in thought as Sylas’s words sunk in.

"Wait a second, big brother," he said, frowning slightly.

Sylas, caught off guard by the sudden correction, stiffened and pursed his lips in mild irritation.

Rocco, however, stood firm, ready to challenge whatever had just been said.

Sylas—or rather, this was more likely about his father.

Rocco turned his gaze toward his father, recalling something that had been on his mind.

"Speaking of which," Rocco began, "why did the annex end up looking like a ruin? That was my precious home... and everyone was gone."

His voice wavered as he spoke, his eyebrows and cheeks drooping in a pitiful, dejected expression.

The question seemed to catch both Sylas and his father off guard; their eyes widened in surprise.

Did they really mean to harm me?

Rocco wondered.

It seemed hard to believe their actions toward his beloved home could have been made with good intentions.

Just moments ago, Rocco had been in high spirits, but now he found himself weighed down by gloom again.

Watching his sorrowful expression, both Sylas and his father appeared distressed.

They quickly spoke to reassure him, their voices filled with urgency.

"Ah, no, no, that’s not it," his father said hastily. "We moved some of the belongings from the annex to the main house, thinking it would help you settle here more comfortably. We thought the familiar items might ease your transition."

Sylas added, "As for your people, they were called back to the main house around the same time you moved here. Most of them are tied up in missions or disputes at the moment, which is probably why you haven’t run into them yet."

The two spoke in turns, and Rocco blinked his eyes in surprise, his eyes wide with realization.

Oh, so that’s what happened.

It was all just a misunderstanding on my part.

His father and Sylas had genuinely changed their feelings toward him.

They hadn’t turned the annex into a ruin out of malice.

On the contrary, they had gone out of their way to make things better for him.

The more the truth became clear, the more warmth Rocco felt blooming in his chest.