Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 214: A Debt and a Proposal

But this was a different world.

A world with magic.

A world with insanely advanced medical techniques.

When he thought about it that way...

Of course it wasn’t strange for them to have the technology to fully reattach a severed arm.

After the treatment to reattach the arm, some magic was cast to aid the healing process.

Because of that, Ragar wouldn’t be able to move his right arm smoothly for a while.

But really, the fact that it was reattached at all was a miracle.

So, no problem there.

"...And so. Hey, Rocco, you realize that I’ve done you a huge favor, right?"

"Hm? W-Well, yeah... that’s true... Uhm..."

Just as Rocco let out another sigh of relief, Laxus suddenly murmured something with a sly smile.

A very suspicious smile.

Even as Rocco hesitantly nodded his head in agreement, an uneasy feeling crept over him.

There was no denying that Laxus had been immensely helpful in this whole situation with Ragar.

And Rocco had no intention of dismissing it as just an act of friendship.

But still...

Still.

Laxus’s beaming smile was too bright.

And Laxus had never once worn that kind of expression before saying something serious.

No, this was the kind of smile he put on right before saying something completely absurd.

A few tense seconds passed as Rocco braced himself—

And then, as expected, Laxus spoke pure nonsense again.

"As a mafia man, one must always settle their debts properly."

"U-Um. Y-Yeah. That’s... true."

"Then let’s make it official. Here—sign this."

"Mm. Sign, sign... Mmm—WAIT, WHAT?!"

Laxus had pulled out a single sheet of paper from who knows where.

And Rocco, acting on reflex, took it.

Only to immediately jump back in shock. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Bold letters across the top read: MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

And on one side, the "Husband" section was already completely filled out.

What kind of joke was this?!

Rocco turned his wide, round eyes toward Laxus, who only tilted his head in innocent confusion.

As if he was the one who didn’t understand what was happening.

"Hm? What’s wrong? I already filled out the Husband section, so no worries! Now, all you have to do is complete the Wife section, and it’s official. After that, we can go submit it to His Majesty together."

What’s wrong?!

WHAT’S WRONG?!

That was his line!

Why was Laxus looking at him like he was the weird one here?!

What was with that innocent head tilt, huh?!

Nothing about this was okay!

Rocco had no idea what was happening anymore, but the first step to solving this mess was refusing to play along.

So, he slapped the marriage certificate back at Laxus and took a deep breath.

"Hey, Laxus. I don’t know what you’re scheming, but this is not okay. Marriage is something you do with someone you love. Do you understand?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, of course. I love you, Rocco. So, there’s no problem at all!"

"Guuh...! Th-That’s not what I mean! Love isn’t just about friendship or anything like that! It’s—It’s, um... Like, for example—someone you... y-you’d want to, um... k-k-kiss, or..."

Laxus immediately said, "I want to kiss you, and I want to have sex with you too. Yep, no problem at all."

"Ughhh...!!"

Once again, Laxus’s smooth words completely overwhelmed him.

How frustrating.

Was this all part of Laxus’s strategy, knowing full well that Rocco was a pure-hearted, shy boy?

K-Kissing... s-se-se... sex and all that—why did he have to say it out loud like that?!

As Rocco protested with a bright red face, pouting and grumbling, Laxus stroked his head with a melted, amused smile.

Not a shred of remorse, huh?

Rocco tried to scold him, mumbling, "You shouldn’t say things like that so carelessly, mmph mmph...," but Laxus skillfully ignored him and continued speaking cheerfully.

Laxus said, "Well, you is still only nine, after all. Although marriage is already possible, but I’d like to enjoy our time together at least until you becomes an adult. So, for now, I just want to have sex without making babies."

"S-Stop it! T-That’s indecent! P-Pervert! Pervert! Laxus, you pervert!"

Rocco grabbed every cushion within reach on the sofa and hurled them at Laxus one after another.

Then, with a bright red face, he turned around and flung himself into Ragar’s arms, wailing, "Waaah!"

Ragar immediately picked him up and gently patted his head and back, soothing him with a comforting embrace.

"Ragar... Raaagarr... Laxus is being so indecent..." Rocco whimpered.

"It’s the usual. Don’t let it bother you," Ragar replied calmly.

One trouble after another.

Just when Rocco thought everything with Ragar had finally settled down, Laxus started acting out again.

Seriously, when would he ever get to enjoy a peaceful life?

Avoiding eye contact with the marriage certificate that Laxus was eagerly pushing toward him, Rocco nestled deeper into the safety of Ragar’s strong arms.

After consulting with both of their fathers, the decision was made to put the marriage on hold for now.

That said, there was still the matter of the debt Rocco owed to Del Fiore for helping reattach Ragar’s arm.

In the end, his father negotiated with Del Fiore and agreed to repay the favor through work in the family business.

It was technically Rocco’s debt, yet his father had to take responsibility for it—an outcome that left him deeply frustrated.

Laxus seemed a little dissatisfied at first, but he quickly muttered something unsettling like, "Oh well, there are plenty of ways to make it happen," before regaining his usual mood.

Rocco shuddered.

Laxus had way too much of that possessive, obsessive energy that made him the perfect "domineering protagonist" in a story.

From a reader’s perspective, he was an absolutely delicious character.

But now that Rocco was the one dealing with him firsthand, it was nothing short of terrifying.

At this point, even someone as dense as Rocco could figure it out.

Laxus was serious.

Seeing how persistently he had clung to the idea of marrying Rocco over the years, there was no way this was just a joke.