Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 107: A Place to Return To

"Did you have a bad dream? Come here, I’ll give you a hug," he offered.

"Grr...! So cool and adorable...!" Ragar muttered, his voice filled with awe.

Rocco was honestly very tired, but he managed to mumble his invitation as he gestured for Ragar to step into his embrace.

For someone like Ragar, who valued propriety, to break his usual conduct and visit in the middle of the night, there could only be one explanation: he must’ve had a terrible dream and come seeking comfort.

Determined to console him, Rocco spread his arms wider, prepared to offer a soothing embrace.

However, Ragar cleared his throat with a sharp cough, straightened his posture, and made no move to leap into Rocco’s open arms.

Oh, what a pity, Rocco thought, feeling slightly disappointed.

If it wasn’t a bad dream, then what was it?

When Rocco asked the question, Ragar hesitated briefly before kneeling on the floor in a solemn manner.

What’s going on?

Rocco wondered, blinking his eyes in confusion.

Ragar knelt at his feet and, after bowing deeply, spoke the words that completely shattered the calm atmosphere.

"My apologies," he began, his voice grave. "Georgio has been missing since midday and hasn’t returned."

"Huh?" Rocco blurted out after a delayed moment of processing.

The unexpected news sent his mind spiraling in confusion.

At the same time, it explained why Ragar had come to him now, even if it meant disrupting the night.

"I wanted to report it earlier," Ragar continued apologetically, "but you appeared to be spending the entire day with your family..."

Hearing Ragar’s explanation, Rocco shook his head firmly.

It was true; he had spent the entire day with his father and Sylas, making up for lost time as a family.

He hadn’t been available to hear any reports, as Ragar had said.

Rocco hadn’t intended to make Ragar feel guilty, but now he realized it was his own fault for not setting aside time.

He quickly bowed his head in apology.

"No, I’m the one who should be sorry... Ragar, you must’ve been so anxious all day because I couldn’t make time for you," Rocco said sincerely.

As he apologized, he reached out and gave Ragar a gentle hug.

Ragar’s cheeks flushed faintly as he shook his head, his ears drooping slightly in a display of bashfulness.

Those floppy ears of his... Too cute, Rocco thought.

Unable to resist, he decided to reward Ragar with playful nibbling on his beastly ears.

"Mmm, Ragar’s ears are as amazing as ever," Rocco murmured in admiration, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Once satisfied, Rocco returned to the matter at hand.

"So, why did Georgio disappear? Did he say anything to you before he left?" Rocco asked, his tone turning serious.

Between playful nibbles, Rocco asked Ragar his question.

Ragar with his breath slightly uneven and his face flushed, slowly regained his composure and nodded.

"He only said, ’I’m going to settle things,’ and then disappeared somewhere," Ragar replied.

At those words, Rocco froze mid-motion.

There was something familiar about that phrase—something that tugged at his memory.

What was it? "Settle things"... settle things...

While holding Ragar in a tight hug, Rocco furrowed his brow, deep in thought.

After a few seconds of contemplation, the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.

"That’s it—the Assassin Guild!" he exclaimed.

Rocco immediately released Ragar and shot to his feet, his sudden outburst making Ragar tilt his head in confusion.

"The Assassin guild...?" Ragar repeated, his tone questioning.

Ragar’s curious expression begged for an explanation, but Rocco was too flustered—no, too panicked—to respond properly.

Instead, he began pacing the room in a frenzy.

As he moved about restlessly, Rocco’s thoughts raced.

This storyline... He had known it would come eventually, but to think it would happen now, of all times!

What had pushed Georgio to take this step?

The realization that he hadn’t been paying close enough attention to Georgio—a member of his precious family—made Rocco want to punch himself in frustration.

But what’s done is done.

All Rocco could do now was hope and pray that Georgio would return safely.

"There’s nothing I can do..." Rocco muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with helplessness.

Muttering quietly to himself, Rocco eventually let his restless body collapse onto the sofa with a soft plop.

What bubbled up inside him were feelings of helplessness, anxiety, and all sorts of negative emotions.

Knowing the story’s trajectory gave him the clarity to understand that there was nothing he should do.

But that knowledge only made him feel more powerless.

"Young Master? If you sleep there, you’ll catch a cold," Ragar said gently.

Ragar approached the sprawled-out Rocco and, from somewhere, produced a fluffy blanket.

With practiced ease, he draped it over Rocco’s body.

"Thanks..." Rocco murmured, offering his gratitude while letting out a series of short sighs.

He felt overwhelmed with unease and worry.

But he knew—he knew—this wasn’t a scenario where he could intervene.

This development had happened in the original story, and even then, Sylas in the original story had not stepped in.

If the intelligent Sylas had chosen not to interfere, it must have been the optimal decision.

This was reality, after all.

If Rocco, acting on his own selfish judgment, tried to meddle, he might end up being more of a hindrance than a help to Georgio.

It was best to stay out of it.

"Mmm—ugh—" Rocco groaned, his frustration evident.

The sudden onset of this scenario marked the beginning of one of the most tragic arcs in Whispers of Steel and Starlight.

Up until now, Rocco had feigned ignorance about Georgio’s past.

However, perhaps the time had come to finally face it.

"Ragar," Rocco called.

"Yes?"

"When Georgio comes back... he’ll probably be really tired. Let’s make sure there’s a warm meal ready for him."

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What was about to unfold was a brutal tale of revenge—Georgio the Hyena’s cruel "retribution."

As his powerless master, the only thing Rocco could do was to ensure that, when it was all over and Georgio returned, there would be a place waiting for him.