Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 114: Unexpected Reunion

The fiancé’s face was twisted in despair, tears streaming freely.

He must have noticed Georgio’s footsteps, for he suddenly looked up.

His tear-streaked face crumpled further as he whispered hoarsely.

"Georgio..."

Georgio could still vividly remember the way Vaan had called his name that day.

There was no way he could forget.

That voice, filled with despair yet tinged with anger and hatred—a voice that was both urgent and desperate, as if trying to reach him before something broke.

Urgent?

"Georgio!"

"Ah...!"

He snapped back to reality.

In front of him, a familiar group of black-clad assassins stood in a tightly packed formation, forming a wall.

Georgio realized he was charging straight at them, his legs moving on instinct.

It was at that exact moment he regained his focus.

Right—he was in the middle of a raid on the Assassin Guild with Vaan.

It had been a long time since Georgio last faced the guild directly—since the day his sister died.

Perhaps the memories had momentarily clouded his mind.

"Sorry, I spaced out a little bit!"

"You idiot! We’re in the middle of a war here! Get your act together!"

Vaan ran beside him, scolding him loudly.

Georgio responded with a carefree grin.

Effortlessly dodging a volley of bullets aimed at him, he pulled out a small concealed knife and hurled it at what appeared to be the enemy commander.

The blade flew true, piercing the target’s forehead with precision.

The impact sent the commander toppling backward, taking several of his allies down with him.

Unexpected, but convenient.

Georgio always found that enemies in tight formations were easier to deal with—they fell like dominoes.

"Hey, Vaan," Georgio called out suddenly.

"What?!" Vaan barked, not taking his eyes off the chaos.

"Never mind. Forget it."

Georgio had started to say something but hesitated at the last second.

He dismissed it with a forced, lighthearted tone.

Vaan, visibly irritated, shot him a puzzled glance.

Georgio returned it with a shallow smile, but his thoughts remained heavy.

Vaan was too consumed by revenge to notice.

His narrow focus wouldn’t allow him to see what Georgio had started to suspect.

But revealing that suspicion wouldn’t help either—it would only destroy Vaan.

Revenge was the only thing keeping Vaan’s identity intact.

If that crumbled, Georgio feared Vaan would disappear entirely, leaving nothing behind.

Georgio decided not to say it.

Some truths were better left unknown in this world.

This was just one of those truths.

Vaan didn’t need to know.

As long as Georgio kept it to himself, that would be enough.

"Hey, Georgio, we’re pushing through to the Guildmaster’s place. Once we take the enemy general’s head, it’s all over," Vaan said.

"...Yeah. Got it."

Would it really be over?

Georgio didn’t voice that doubt.

"—There’s no need for that, you filthy rats."

At the sudden voice, both Georgio and Vaan stopped in their tracks.

They were now in the lobby of the assassin guild’s headquarters, the mansion.

The floor was practically buried under the bodies of guild members, and with the pools of blood everywhere, there was hardly anywhere to step.

Georgio focused his weight on his feet, careful not to slip on the blood as he looked up toward the source of the voice.

At the top of the stairs in the grand entrance hall, the figure came into view.

Stepping down the red carpet with one hand on the railing, the person’s appearance screamed "typical villain."

Honestly, if this was his master, they would have been much cuter—Georgio couldn’t help but think that, feeling a bit let down by the anticlimax.

...So, the one who killed his sister wasn’t the Guildmaster after all.

Because this man wasn’t the same one from that day.

The aura around him was far more insignificant compared to the other man’s presence.

"Finally, we meet, Guildmaster. I’m going to avenge Mary’s death... you’re going down," Vaan said, his eyes burning with vengeance.

Georgio let out a quiet sigh from his hidden position as he watched Vaan’s murderous intent directed at the Guildmaster.

It had been years since his sister’s death.

At this point, they had come too far to turn back.

Honestly, Georgio couldn’t help but think of it as some kind of farce, but if playing along was what it took to help Vaan fulfill his revenge, he’d play his part.

First things first—he needed to pin the blame for Mary’s murder on the Guildmaster.

"...Huh? Who the hell are you? I thought you were launching some kind of surprise attack, and now you’re talking about Mary? Who’s that?"

"Hah? Don’t act like you’ve forgotten! You killed her with your own hands!" Vaan shouted.

They weren’t getting along, but Georgio didn’t correct the misunderstanding.

Georgio watched the tear-jerking revenge drama unfold with a sense of detachment, almost as though he were an observer.

The Guildmaster seemed to be in quite a bit of confusion, but Vaan, consumed by anger, didn’t even seem to notice.

Once this farce was over, Georgio planned to leave quickly.

As he yawned, he was suddenly struck by an overwhelming presence from outside the mansion.

How had he not noticed it until now?

It seemed that neither Vaan nor the Guildmaster had sensed it yet, but Georgio paid them no mind as he turned and stared at the front doors intently.

This sensation... it was the same as before.

The same tension he had felt when the man who killed his sister appeared.

"Could it be...?"

Was that man appearing again?

Losing interest in the revenge drama playing out behind him, Georgio silently readied his knife, holding his breath.

Eventually, the door was flung open with a loud bang!

"What the—now what is it?"

Both the Guildmaster and Vaan turned in surprise.

The dimly lit lobby was suddenly bathed in light from outside as the door was flung open.

Though it was night, it seemed that a large group outside had gathered, carrying torches, and they were now approaching.

Georgio’s vision was blurred by the sudden light as he adjusted, and then, from the crowd of shadows, one figure stepped forward into the mansion.