Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 99: A Twisted Reunion

Running to buy a BL novel while sobbing for their dying son—only his parents could do something so absurdly heartfelt.

He never got to read that new volume, but by then, it didn’t matter.

To Rocco, what truly mattered was his family.

More than anything, he didn’t want to see them cry.

He wanted their last memory of him to be one where they smiled.

And so, with only a brief farewell, he had murmured, "Laxus and Sylas are the best..."

It was a foolish, nerdy end for a book-obsessed boy, but he had hoped it would make his parents laugh.

There was no need for somber words.

They had known this day would come; they had prepared for it long ago.

He had wanted to tell them, See?I have no regrets.

Of course, the truth was, he didn’t want to die.

He didn’t want to say goodbye.

However, if he admitted that, his parents would carry the weight of his death for the rest of their lives.

So he had played the fool, slipping away with a touch of wit and a façade of calm.

He had loved his family, loved his parents deeply.

That was why, in his final moments, he had used his beloved Laxus and Sylas as a way to ease their pain.

In a way, it might have been his small act of revenge against the cunning, scheming pair of protagonists in the story.

Perhaps he could even feel a bit smug about it.

Still, as he lay there, the regret of not experiencing the new volume’s story firsthand crept in.

Even so, he knew he couldn’t let himself dwell on it.

Alone, at the edge of death, he clung to the love for his family that had defined his life.

Rocco knew it was fine.

He was used to leaving with cool detachment.

To hear the cruel words "I wish you had never been born" and to have a knife pointed at him from his own mother...

Even if the person saying those words was a despicable villain, someone Rocco loathed with all his heart, it still hurt.

It was a truth he was forced to confront, his brow furrowing in pain.

This woman wasn’t his real mother.

She was nothing more than a terrible stranger.

He knew that logically, but his heart still screamed in anguish.

The overwhelming pain paralyzed him, leaving him unable to move.

Rocco saw the glint of the blade as it descended, everything unfolding in slow motion.

All he could do was stare, frozen.

Am I going to die again?

Will I make it to heaven this time?

Or will I be reborn into another strange novel?

His thoughts were surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances.

Then again, maybe they weren’t calm at all.

He closed his eyes instinctively.

He didn’t want to see his own blood spill.

No matter how much he willed himself to move, his legs wouldn’t obey.

So, he gave up, resigning himself to the inevitability of death.

The sound of the knife slicing through the air filled his ears, making his body tense.

But what came next wasn’t pain.

Instead, he felt a warm embrace and heard a deep voice, like a rumble close to the ground.

"What were you planning to do to Rocco?"

Large hands suddenly covered his tightly shut eyes.

Long fingers moved gently, easing the tension in his face.

Then came the soft breath against his ear, making him shudder.

That voice, that embrace—what was happening?

Rocco’s mind raced.

Am I still alive?

Was I not stabbed after all?

"Rocco, if you squeeze your eyes shut that hard, they’ll swell."

Another voice followed, lighter but equally familiar.

Rocco’s tense body began to relax.

Slowly and cautiously, he opened his eyes.

As his trembling gaze lifted, he was met with gentle amethyst-colored eyes, curved softly in a smile.

"Brother...?"

Rocco was tightly embraced, his head tilted back as Sylas looked down at him.

His long silver hair that had been freed cascaded down to surround him, tickling his skin.

Each strand of hair seemed to form a cage around him, as if protecting him, enclosing him in a safe barrier.

"Why... why are you here? What... happened?"

Rocco was completely confused, unable to comprehend how Sylas had ended up there.

As he stared at Sylas in confusion, Sylas suddenly reached out with a long finger and gently wiped the tears that had fallen down Rocco’s cheek.

Ah, so I’ve been crying... It was only then that Rocco realized it.

"I received word that you left the main house. Father received the same report. We followed you immediately, and happened to meet along the way."

If Sylas and Father knew that Rocco had left the main house, they came after him because of that?

And did he just say... "Father"?

Rocco tilted his head in curiosity, trying to make sense of Sylas words.

If Sylas’s explanation was correct, then the low voice he’d heard earlier must have belonged to...

"—Hey, answer me quickly."

Rocco saw the back of a man gripping his mother’s neck as though she were an object, holding her against the wall.

From this angle, he could only see his mother’s face contorting in agony as she let out a low, painful groan, but the vivid color of the man’s hair standing in front of her was unmistakable—Rocco knew it all too well.

"Father...?"

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Why was his father so angry, holding his mother in a way that seemed as if he might strangle her?

If he did that, wouldn’t it ruin his relationship with her family?

Hadn’t he put up with the marriage for so long to avoid exactly that?

With all the reasons and motivations to corner her now, was Rocco next in line to be killed?

He didn’t understand.

He couldn’t make sense of the situation and felt completely lost.

He was caught in a whirlwind of confusion, with no escape in sight, and the fear of being overwhelmed by that confusion made him cling tightly to the arm that had been holding him.