Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 94: A Fluffy Revelation

I’m just a background extra!

A minor villain character from the opening Chapters!

Please, don’t look at me!

Laxus chuckled, clearly amused by Rocco’s pathetic attempt at avoidance.

Meanwhile, Georgio, who had been watching the exchange, twitched as his forced smile faltered.

Without warning, he raised his blade again, aiming directly at Laxus’s throat.

Just as the knife was about to strike, the door burst open with a loud bang, halting everyone in their tracks.

"Brother..." came a soft voice.

The one who entered, frowning with a stiff, expressionless face, was Sylas, whom Rocco had only just parted from earlier that morning.

Sylas surveyed the scene—the presence of a Del Fiore within the Di Malvento family’s estate—with neither surprise nor panic.

With his calm and composed attitude, he walked straight toward Laxus and Georgio.

When he reached them, he casually shoved Georgio aside and delivered a loud smack to Laxus’s head.

The sound of the hit echoed in the room.

It looked painful.

"Ow! What was that for, best friend?" Laxus whined while clutching his head.

"Best friend? Don’t say something so disgusting it gives me goosebumps," Sylas snapped, his frown deepening. "I never fully agreed to your proposal last night. Did you already forget I told you to behave yourself?"

"Ahh, it’s still morning and you’re this naggy," Laxus muttered with a pout.

Rocco stared at them blankly, his confusion deepening.

Wait, what’s going on here?

The two people who were supposed to meet three years later were already acquainted.

No, more than that—they seemed to be close.

Were they already on good terms?

How?

In the original timeline, their initial interactions were supposed to be cold and wary.

They weren’t supposed to be this in sync or friendly.

So why did they already seem like such perfect companions?

"Hmmph."

"Oh no! Master is sulking! How adorable...!" Ragar exclaimed dramatically.

Unable to make sense of the situation, Rocco puffed out his cheeks in frustration.

Why?

The characters and events so far aligned perfectly with the world of Whispers of Steel and Starlight.

However, now, out of nowhere, the story seemed to be veering off course.

The two protagonists—who were supposed to meet three years later and only come together after overcoming countless trials—had already met and grown close.

They didn’t even seem like lovers; they acted more like genuine friends.

"This makes no sense..." Rocco muttered.

His confusion was so overwhelming that he felt steam could practically burst from his head.

His thoughts swirled in such a frenzy that it felt like his body might overheat.

As he began to sway from the mental strain, the two protagonists—Laxus and Sylas—noticed his distress.

Alarmed, they rushed toward him, their expressions filled with concern.

Rocco took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and sipped on the hot milk he’d managed to prepare.

Thankfully, he avoided fainting and managed to regain some composure, but the situation was still far from safe.

After all, Georgio and Ragar had been unceremoniously kicked out of the room—something about needing to have an important conversation.

That left just three people in the room: Rocco, Laxus, and Sylas.

The two protagonists and the minor villain were now face-to-face. freeweɓnøvel.com

Although Rocco pretended to sip his hot milk coolly, he was inwardly preparing to accept his potential demise.

First things first—let’s figure out what’s going on here.

Having braced himself for death, Rocco felt oddly fearless.

Normally, he’d be too scared to speak, but now, having crossed the threshold of panic, he decided to simply ask.

"So... are you telling me my dog wasn’t a dog, but a person this whole time?" Rocco asked, his voice edged with disbelief.

Across from him, Laxus and Sylas sat side by side on the sofa.

Laxus, wearing a bright smile, nodded his head cheerfully.

"That’s right," he said, and with a playful flick, a pair of fluffy animal ears popped out from his deep black hair.

"Whoa! Fluffy ears!"

Rocco gawked at the sight.

He’d never heard that Laxus was a Beastman.

Not to brag, but Rocco considered himself quite the fan of Whispers of Steel and Starlight.

Yet somehow, he’d apparently missed this crucial detail about the protagonist’s backstory.

How could that be?

Then again, that wasn’t the only thing that didn’t add up.

Laxus and Sylas who are supposed to meet three years later, had already met—and were apparently good friends.

The two rival families, who were supposed to avoid each other at all costs, were now casually interacting in the Di Malvento mansion.

Is this really the world of Whispers of Steel and Starlight?

Rocco wondered, his doubts growing.

"...Even though I’m a Beastman, neither of you seems fazed by it," Laxus murmured, his smile softening into something reflective.

Rocco blinked in confusion at the comment.

Why would we be fazed by that?

He doesn’t care about the people of this world’s point of view about Beastman.

Without overthinking it, he blurted out his honest response.

"Huh? Fluffy is justice. What are you even saying, Laxus?"

Sylas, standing beside him, scowled deeply, his irritation was clear.

"I have no interest in you to the extent of being ’fazed,’" he snapped curtly.

While Rocco was genuinely perplexed, his deep love of fluffy things overriding logic, Sylas’s expression twisted into pure annoyance.

Laxus, startled by their responses, inhaled sharply before breaking into a soft smile—not his usual cheerful grin but a gentler, almost tender expression.

"I see. I’m glad I became friends with you two," Laxus said, his voice warm.

The cozy atmosphere made Rocco reflexively return a smile.

But then, a realization struck.

Wait... when did I become friends with Laxus?

Oh, I see.

So we’re friends now, Rocco thought, quickly rationalizing.

Maybe this is just how it works?

I mean, I’ve spent most of my life in a hospital room, so maybe my understanding of friendship came from picture books...

Okay, got it.

Laxus and I are friends now.

That makes sense.

As Rocco nodded to himself, thoroughly convinced, Sylas suddenly grabbed Laxus by the collar, pulling him close with a visible anger mark on his temple.