Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 108: Rocco’s Morning

Georgio the Hyena known as a terrifying serial killer who suddenly appeared in the slums.

His first victim was Mary, the daughter of a florist who lived in the center of the slums.

Mary was a kind-hearted and cheerful woman who was loved by everyone.

At that time, she was engaged to the son of a well-known merchant in the area, and her life seemed to be at its peak, filled with happiness.

But tragedy struck in the midst of her bliss.

It all fell apart on the night she accepted her fiancé’s proposal.

Mary, wanting to respond in a unique way, decided to convey her answer with flowers.

She left her fiancé waiting in the shop while she stepped out briefly to retrieve a specific flower that wasn’t in stock at the store.

The flower she wanted to present was stored in a small shed some distance from the shop.

The hour was late, the moon obscured by clouds, and darkness began to cover everything.

Time passed after Mary had left.

Her fiancé who is initially patient, began to feel uneasy.

That unease soon turned to anxiety, and, driven by a growing sense of dread, he rushed out of the shop in search of her.

He headed toward the small shed used for flower storage that was located a short distance away.

The small shed look like a walled garden more than a shed, with vibrant flowers blooming across the ground. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

When he arrived, he initially mistook what he saw for a reflection of flowers on water.

A sea of crimson roses and anemones, or so he thought.

Step by step, he drew closer to the red hue.

The moment he realized it wasn’t a bed of flowers but a pool of his beloved’s blood, he was swallowed by a bottomless pit of despair.

Unable to process the reality, he clung to Mary’s lifeless body, which lay motionless in the horrific scene.

As tears his began to streamed down on his face in shock and silence, a sudden beam of moonlight filtered through a hole in the roof, casting the shadow of someone other than himself and Mary.

He slowly lifted his gaze.

Standing there, holding a blood-stained knife, was a young man.

His breath caught in his throat, and his trembling lips barely managed to form the man’s name.

"—Georgio."

The young man’s crimson hair swayed lightly, as if in harmony with the blood-stained knife in his hand.

...

Thud!

Rocco tumbled on his bed, still half-asleep, and suddenly felt as though he’d reached the edge of a cliff.

With a soft plop, his body slipped off the bed entirely.

"Ow..." he groaned pitifully, fully waking up as his brain finally caught up with reality.

He clutched his forehead where it had hit the ground.

It was probably turning bright red.

Shaking off the lingering drowsiness, Rocco trudged over to a nearby mirror to inspect the damage.

"Yep, it’s red... and stings, too," he muttered.

Sure enough, his forehead bore a small, red mark from the tumble.

He gently rubbed the spot to soothe the pain before shrugging it off with a cheerful "Oh well."

Taking slow, deliberate steps, Rocco walked over to the sofa and plopped down into its soft cushions.

Judging by the time, Ragar, his current attendant and bodyguard, would likely arrive soon.

Normally, Rocco’s personal care duties would be handled by Georgio.

However, with Georgio gone, he had no choice but to rely on Ragar for now.

The household staff in the main family still unnerved him a little, so Ragar was the best option for now, even if he wasn’t as adept at certain tasks.

Ragar’s large and mascular body made him a little bit clumsy, especially when it times to take a bath, it could be particularly challenging.

For some reason, every time Rocco dashed around while undressed, Ragar would freeze up and collapse, as though his soul had temporarily left his body.

Still, Rocco had no complaints.

He knew how much Ragar was juggling between his role as an attendant and his duties as a guard.

He wasn’t about to add to his burdens by criticizing him.

In truth, Rocco didn’t mind spending more time with Ragar—in fact, he quite enjoyed it.

The only downside was the considerable sense of absence left by Georgio’s departure.

"—...Excuse me, Young Master," came a voice from beyond the door.

Lost in his thoughts, Rocco hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

Startled by the voice, he quickly stood up and called out in reply.

The door opened quietly, revealing Ragar.

This scene had become familiar over the past two weeks.

"Young Master!? What happened to your forehead?" Ragar exclaimed, his face instantly turned pale as his gaze fell on Rocco’s forehead.

Ah, so the red mark on his forehead was even more conspicuous from a distance than Rocco had thought.

While he had decided to brush it off earlier, he now realized that dealing with reactions like this every time someone noticed would be a bit of a hassle.

As Rocco sighed, Ragar quickly produced an ice pack from who-knows-where and pressed it against Rocco’s forehead with precision.

Wait... Ragar always had a knack for being prepared, but to carry an ice pack around just in case?

That was impressive.

Rocco blinked his eyes in surprise, and Ragar, seeming to notice his reaction, gave a slight nod and explained.

"Knowing you, Young Master, I suspected it was only a matter of time before you tripped or injured yourself. I prepared this in advance, and it’s already proven useful."

Huh?

Was Ragar trying picking a fight with him?

That was rare.

Rocco wanted to brush it off with his usual nonchalant attitude, but what could a tiny, scrawny guy like him do against Ragar’s big body?

He puffed out his cheeks in frustration, choosing to endure it quietly as the ice pack was pressed against his forehead.

Honestly, he would’ve loved to punish Ragar with a playful nibble for his cheeky remarks, but he restrained himself.