Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 213: A Mark That Binds

Sylas exhaled in relief.

But, seriously, his first concern was Rocco’s burns?

If anything, Ragar was the one who—no, Ragar was the only one who needed to be worried about.

Some things never changed.

Sylas was still cold in that regard.

Sylas massaged Rocco’s hands for a few seconds.

By now, he had confirmed there were no burns, so...

Why was he still kneading them so intently?

"Hmm... Rocco’s hands are soft today, too. So squishy... like little paw pads."

"...Was Young Master Rocco actually a cat all along?"

Even in this situation, the two of them were still messing around.

Rocco gave them an exhausted look and sighed.

Then, a sudden knock at the door.

The doctor arrived, accompanied by a servant.

Finally!

Rocco quickly shoved Sylas and Philip to the side of the room and hurried over to the doctor to get Ragar treated.

"This level of injury should only require resting the arm for about two days. There’s no sign of fever, either."

"Really? Really really?! Did you check properly?! You’re not lying, right?!"

"Calm down, Rocco. Listen to what he’s saying. If he’s a fraud, I’ll kill him by myself."

The doctor broke into a cold sweat, his face turning pale as he nodded his head, trembling.

Rocco clung to Ragar—who looked perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened—while glaring at the doctor, eyes narrowed.

Normally, Rocco wo uld scold Sylas for his violent remarks.

But not this time.

This was about his precious Ragar’s well-being.

So, for now, he’d let it slide.

Rocco inhaled sharply, demanding, "Then explain!"

Flinching, the doctor quickly stammered out his response.

"I-It seems... the branding has been reapplied to the same area multiple times... As a result, the muscles in his shoulder have developed abnormally compared to the rest of his body."

"Huh? D-Developed...?"

"Don’t use big words," Rocco grumbled.

Sylas who is watching from above, calmly explained, "Basically, since your beastman’s shoulder has been burned and regenerated over and over, it’s become exceptionally tough."

"Oh! So Ragar’s shoulder is like... superhuman!?"

"That’s one way to put it."

Philip, ever the voice of reason, muttered, "Wait... is that actually right...?"

But his question was promptly ignored.

Rocco tightened his arms around Ragar.

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up at him.

Ragar smiled warmly, his beast-like ears twitching as he reached out to ruffle Rocco’s hair.

A pleased purring sound escaped him.

"Ragar! Ragar, your shoulder’s like a superhuman’s! And there won’t be any numbness or lingering issues! That’s great! That’s so great! Aaaah, but I’m so sorryyyy!"

"Master, your emotions are all over the place right now..."

Rocco was relieved that the branding wouldn’t leave any lasting effects on Ragar.

But at the same time...

He was the one who caused this.

This whole thing happened because he had pressed that branding iron against Ragar’s skin.

So, naturally, a complicated mess of emotions formed inside him.

Which then resulted in...

Laughing hysterically while sobbing uncontrollably.

"Master. Please, don’t bow your head like that. I truly am happy. So happy, in fact, that I sometimes think—ah, rather than my shoulder, I wish it could be upon my forehead or cheek, marking me as yours for all to see..."

"HEY, DOCTOR! WE HAVE A PROBLEM! PLEASE CHECK HIS HEAD, QUICK!!" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

...

After that, the doctor continued examining Ragar, but in the end, he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his head.

...Really now?

Because Rocco was certain that Ragar’s personality had changed since the incident.

If that wasn’t a sign of something wrong in his head, then what was?

And what about how strangely close he’d been acting lately?

That was considered "normal" too?

Ragar had always been all about absolute loyalty!

Absolute manners!

But ever since fulfilling their servitude contract, he’d become noticeably more... straightforward.

Even if Rocco only planned for a short outing, Ragar would immediately scoop him up before even waiting for permission, insisting, "It’s dangerous outside."

At every opportunity, he would rub his cheek against Rocco’s.

And on some days, he would push his beastly ears right up to Rocco’s mouth as if urging him to nibble on them.

Honestly, it was confusing.

Was this really the same Ragar he knows?

...Well, not that it really mattered.

Rocco loved Ragar—no matter what.

Even if he had gotten just a little more touchy-feely, Rocco still adored him.

So, no problem there.

Right now, there was something far more important.

And that was this.

The Ragar standing beside him...

A perfectly intact Ragar.

"Uuuh... Laxus, Laxus, thank you... really, really... thank you so much...!"

Once again, Rocco expressed his deepest gratitude to Laxus, who had come to visit the estate today, just like always.

In a gazebo surrounded by a vibrant flower garden, Laxus was enjoying an elegant afternoon tea when he let out a small chuckle.

"Hehe, I told you it would reattach just fine, didn’t I? The Del Fiores employ some excellent undergrou—ahem, doctors. Plus, the arm was in good condition. Attaching it again was a simple task."

"O-Oh... I see... I see... Thanks... really..."

Rocco thought he heard something sketchy slip into Laxus’s words just now, but...

That was probably just his imagination.

Yeah.

On a peaceful afternoon, with Ragar standing tall and proper behind him, Rocco bowed his head over and over again in front of Laxus—

All to show his gratitude for reattaching Ragar’s right arm.

To be honest, Rocco had almost given up on it.

He had resigned himself to the fact that Ragar’s right arm had been chopped off.

But then, Laxus who is happened to visit the estate, blinked at the sight of one-armed Ragar, and casually muttered: "Oh dear, what a waste. If the arm is still intact, it could’ve been reattached normally. You didn’t throw it away, did you?"

At that, something clicked in Rocco’s brain.

He had latched onto Laxus and begged, "Wait—limbs can be reattached?!"

It was then he realized—he had been unconsciously using his previous life’s logic to process things.