Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 164: Allies in the Shadows

It was none other than his father.

Surrounding him were military men in uniforms, looking gravely serious.

Standing beside his father, as if guarding him, was Strasbourg.

"Father..."

For once, Sylas seemed visibly shaken.

Perhaps they had heard their voices, as Rocco’s father gasped in surprise and turned to look at them.

At the same time, the men in military uniforms coldly stared back at them.

The chill in their gaze made Rocco flinch, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Sylas stepped in front of him, as if to protect him.

"Father, what is going on here?"

Sylas, hiding Rocco behind him, asked the question.

Rocco cautiously peeked out from behind him, observing the scene.

His father displayed an expression of deep distress, as if struggling to hold back his anguish.

He slightly parted his lips, as if about to say something, but before he could speak further, one of the men in military uniform raised his voice, cutting him off.

"This man is under suspicion for the murder of the Duke’s daughter. To lay hands on his own wife... What a monstrous person he must be. The murder of a noblewoman is a grave crime. He will not escape the death penalty."

"No... no way...!"

Rocco couldn’t help but raise his voice in response to the man’s calm, businesslike tone.

Death penalty... which meant, execution?

Considering his father’s position in the mafia, he couldn’t outright deny his father’s guilt, but... he knew that his father would never kill without a purpose.

Rocco could say that with certainty.

Even if his father had committed a crime, it would have been done after a well-thought-out plan and with careful measures to cover it up.

There was no way his father would be involved in such a sloppy, reckless murder.

Rocco understood one thing—this was a trap.

Someone was trying to frame his father.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

His blood boiled, and driven by the surge of emotion, he abruptly stepped forward.

Sylas tried to stop him, but Rocco ignored him and rushed to hug his father tightly.

"No...! Father, please don’t go! You can’t go...!"

This situation—this was never part of the original story.

Was it his fault?

If his very existence as an anomaly was the reason his father was now entangled in a fate he should never have met—then what could he do? freёweɓnovel.com

With cold sweat beading on his brow, Rocco desperately buried his face in his father’s abdomen, clinging to him.

After a few moments of silence, his father’s hand gently patted his head, comforting him.

"...Rocco, let go. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."

"No, no...! Father, please don’t go..."

"Rocco..."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized the terrifying unknown future.

The path ahead was completely unpredictable, and the fear of it consumed him.

What would happen to his father if these scary men in military uniforms took him away?

If it was his fault, Rocco had to do something.

He had to save his father, no matter what.

With tears in his eyes, he pressed his face into his father’s chest, but he was forcibly pulled away by Sylas, who held him back.

As he struggled to get back to his father, Sylas restrained him firmly, stopping him from moving forward.

"Let go! Please, Let go of me, brother!"

Despite Sylas holding him tightly, Rocco struggled, trying to break free.

However, his resistance was in vain, and there was no sign that he would escape the hold.

His tears fell helplessly as he watched his father, escorted by the men in military uniforms, get into the carriage.

"Father...?! Father, please don’t go... don’t go!"

His desperate cries seemed to have no effect, and the carriage, carrying his father and the aide, Strasbourg, swiftly drove away, leaving him behind.

Staring blankly at the back of the carriage, Rocco collapsed, weak and defeated.

Sylas, noticing his state, pulled him into a strong embrace, supporting him.

However, frustration simmered within Rocco over the fact that Sylas had restrained him this entire time.

How could Sylas be so calm when his father might be heading to his death?

His anger flared, but as he turned to face Sylas, the sight of his expression immediately made his anger evaporate.

Sylas’s face was as emotionless as ever.

However, if one looked closely, they could see the flames of intense emotion burning deep within his eyes.

"...Rocco."

Rocco realized how foolish he had been.

Of course, Sylas wouldn’t stay calm.

He wouldn’t be unaffected.

His trembling body while desperately holding onto him, looked like a child who would lose their support if they didn’t cling to something.

Rocco, sensing this, immediately twisted his body and hugged Sylas tightly in return.

"...Rocco, stay in your room. Don’t leave the estate for a while. They’ll target you next; their aim is definitely on you."

Sylas’s voice was strained, and his furrowed brow deepened with worry.

Rocco glanced up with a questioning look, his voice soft as he spoke.

"I understand... But if someone like those scary people from earlier comes again, won’t they just take me away anyway...?"

"It’s fine. The guard is strictly prohibited from forcing their way onto noble grounds. Even for a family like the Di Malventos, it would be impossible for anyone, not even royalty, to just cross the gates openly," Sylas explained.

Rocco was a bit surprised.

He knew that the Di Malventos were one of the two major families with immense power, but hearing that even royalty would hesitate to intervene made him realize just how much influence they wielded.

...Wait a minute.

If the Di Malventos were this powerful, then the "mastermind" behind all of this might be someone much more dangerous than he had imagined.

—Perhaps someone with the power of "royalty" itself...

Suddenly, a loud clap of hands snapped Rocco out of his thoughts.

Chuckling to himself at his overblown assumptions, he tried to dismiss the wild idea.