Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 115: Rocco’s Rescue Mission

The person who entered and panting from running, was small... could it be? Was it a child?

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The moment Georgio realized the identity of the small figure, he gasped in shock.

His body, weakened and limp, he froze in place as he stared at the child with an open mouth and eyes wide in disbelief.

The child seemed to notice his presence from the dazed voice Georgio had let out.

He then turned toward him, his large amethyst eyes filled with tears, and shouted.

"Georgio!!"

Tears poured down like a waterfall as the child ran toward him.

With his tiny steps, he hurried toward him, and Georgio who is still in a daze, quickly caught him.

"Georgio! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Are you alright?!"

"I’m... I’m fine! Don’t cry!"

Although Georgio’s mind was in complete confusion, he set his bewilderment aside for the moment, deciding that comforting the precious child in front of him was his top priority.

He pulled his small body into a tight embrace.

His soft, round cheeks trembled, turning into bright red... he was his precious, precious master.

With a furrowed brow, Georgio squeezed him tighter and enveloping his chubby cheeks with his hands.

He felt so soft... so plump.

"Why are you here, Master?"

As he asked, his master blinked his large eyes in surprise, then immediately gave him a soft, beaming smile.

He was too cute.

"Of course! I came to help you, Georgio!"

Georgio could almost hear sound effects like fireworks, echoing in his mind as he stood there, so incredibly cute.

It was so adorable that he forgot about everything else and couldn’t help but rub his cheek against him.

Let’s summarize Rocco’s incredibly cool rescue operation!

First, Rocco sought his father’s assistance—well, more accurately, he requested cooperation after some careful persuasion.

He immediately asked for the main hideout of the Assassin Guild to be investigated and delegating this task primarily to their family strategists like Strasbourg and Philip.

Next, Rocco wrote down every piece of information he remembered from the original story and focusing on uncovering the details about Georgio.

The catalyst for Georgio’s decision to seek revenge was the death of a woman named Mary and she’s known to the public as the first victim of "Georgio the Hyena."

However, what people don’t know in fact, Mary was Georgio’s biological sister.

Georgio’s ultimate goal in his revenge was to eliminate the members of the Assassin Guild who had taken her sister life.

The one who go with him in this mission was Vaan, Mary’s fiancé.

In short, the entire revenge plot could be summarized as "Georgio and Vaan vs. the Assassin Guild."

In the original story, this tale of vengeance concluded with Georgio and his allies achieving victory.

However, that victory came at a significant cost.

Georgio lost one of his arms.

After battling the massive organization that was the Assassin Guild, Georgio suffered a grievous injury and losing an arm in the aftermath of the conflict.

When Georgio first disappeared from the mansion, this outcome had been Rocco’s biggest concern.

He kept wondering what he would do if the events played out exactly as they had in the original story and Georgio ended up losing his arm.

At one point, Rocco had reluctantly accepted that this might be inevitable.

In the original story, Sylas, the protagonist and Georgio’s master, didn’t intervene in the revenge plot at all.

This decision was influenced by various "adult circumstances."

Simply put, as someone associated with the Di Malvento family, Sylas likely wanted to avoid openly antagonizing the Assassin Guild.

Rocco didn’t want to involve the Di Malvento family in this mess purely because of his own selfishness, but at the same time, he couldn’t bear the thought of abandoning Georgio to his fate.

However, when he thought about the consequences, the only viable option seemed to be praying for Georgio’s safety and hoping for the best.

The fact that Rocco managed to gain his father’s cooperation at all was nothing short of a miracle.

And so, armed with evidence of the Assassin Guild’s crimes, they launched an assault on the Assassin Guild’s hideout not long ago.

Honestly, Rocco hadn’t done much himself.

He had simply watched everyone else’s efforts in awe, flustered and overwhelmed, while stealing the spotlight by being the first one to step into the hideout.

It felt a little pathetic, but—well, it was a matter of "the right person for the right job," he reasoned.

Nodding to himself, Rocco stepped into the mansion, carefully averting his gaze from the hellish scene of blood and bodies that was spread across the floor.

His eyes darted around, searching for a certain someone anxiously.

The moment he spotted Georgio who is intact and unharmed, the tension that had been keeping him upright drained away completely.

"Georgio! Georgio, Georgio!"

"I’m here, Master! I’m right here, so don’t cry!"

Determined not to look at the puddles of blood and lifeless bodies around him, Rocco buried his face in Georgio’s strong chest while calling his name over and over again.

Clinging to him like a koala, Rocco wrapped his arms tightly around him.

Georgio who is effortlessly lifting Rocco in his arms, had been smiling brightly for some reason, even in this grim situation.

What could possibly be amusing about all this?

"I never thought you’d come to save me, Master. I’m so moved that I could cry," Georgio said with a grin.

Yeah, right, Rocco almost retorted. What kind of person says something like that while smiling so cheerfully?

Georgio noticed the skeptical look Rocco was giving him and furrowed his brows in mock indignation, but his expression softened back into a smile almost immediately.

Then, while still carrying Rocco, Georgio stood up with ease.

At the sudden change in atmosphere, Rocco tilted his head in confusion.

Before he could react, he could heard the sound of approaching footsteps was followed by a low voice from behind.

When be turned around, he saw his father standing there with his brows furrowed in irritation.