Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 225: The Mysterious Beauty and Laxus’s Rejection

"Calm yourself. This, too, is an important part of Master’s youth... Our role is simply to watch over him. There’s no need to interfere—unless he gets hurt again. Then we eliminate the one responsible for it. That is all."

"That’s way too extreme! Dial it back!"

As he absentmindedly nibbled on Ragar’s animal-like ears, tears trickled down his cheeks.

Why was he even crying?

It wasn’t like anything terrible had happened.

He had just... lost a friend he liked a little too much.

And yet, here he was, crying over something so trivial.

This wasn’t cool at all.

He was acting like a total weakling.

...No. No, this wouldn’t do.

Crying wouldn’t change a thing.

Instead of wasting time sniffling into his pillow, he needed to do something to clear his head!

A sudden surge of his usual positivity returned.

Riding the momentum, he shot up from the bed, cushions flying everywhere as he clenched his fists with newfound determination.

"Alright, you two! We’re going! We’re storming over to Laxus’s place!"

"Oh wow, that was a quick recovery."

"As expected of Master! We shall accompany you to rid ourselves of that fool with no taste!"

Rocco vaguely registered the rather violent statement from Ragar but chose to ignore it.

Instead, he hopped off the bed in one swift motion.

"No use dwelling on bad feelings—sort it out and move forward! Let’s go, you two! Onward! Ohhh!"

Clutching his beloved, well-dressed Mr. Bunny to his chest, he led the charge out of the room with his companions in tow.

Yet, for some reason, the Del Fiore estate—where he had visited countless times—felt oddly heavy today.

Like a dungeon where the final boss lurked in wait.

Of course, the house itself hadn’t changed.

It was just his own perception that had darkened.

Because deep down, he was afraid.

That was all.

"H-Here goes nothing..."

Clutching his beloved plush shark tightly, Rocco stood before the grand gate, his brows furrowing as he murmured to himself.

However, there was no response—no sign of life at all.

The guards who usually stood watch were nowhere to be seen.

Wait... wasn’t something off about the mansion itself?

Feeling uneasy, he pressed his face closer to the gate, peering inside. Still, no one appeared.

As he slumped his shoulders in disappointment, his two attendants stepped forward, cracking their knuckles ominously.

"Let’s just smash this rude little gate down. Blocking Master’s path like this? Inexcusable."

"While we’re at it, we should track down the incompetent guards who failed at their job and beat them to a pulp."

Both of them radiated a dark, menacing aura.

H-Hold on a second—time to calm down!

Before things got out of hand, Rocco quickly launched into a mini-lecture about why breaking down the gate and attacking the guards was absolutely not an option.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the other side.

"Huh? Who’s that...?"

A strikingly handsome man with silver hair and pointed ears came rushing toward them, his bloodstained white coat billowing behind him.

Rocco blinked his eyes in surprise.

He deliberately ignored the unsettling sight of the blood-splattered coat and focused instead on the man himself.

Wait—wasn’t that the one who reattached Ragar’s arm?

The genius doctor—Olgert!

The man’s expression was filled with urgency.

Something must have happened inside.

"Rocco! You came at the perfect time! No time to explain—go see Laxus right now!"

"H-Huh? O-Okay! I’m on it!"

Olgert fumbled with the gate, swinging it open in a hurry.

Although he still confused by the sudden turn of events, Rocco gave him a quick nod and stepped inside.

Everything was happening way too fast for him to process, but since his goal was to see Laxus anyway, there was no reason to refuse.

He had no idea what was going on, but right now, Laxus came first.

Without wasting a second, he dashed after Olgert, who was already running toward the mansion.

Olgert led Rocco to the Del Fiore estate’s parlor.

As they approached, the air grew heavier, and the mansion’s members wore tense, uneasy expressions.

Something bad was in that room.

That much was clear.

The moment Rocco carefully peeked through the slightly open door—

CRASH!

A piercingly loud sound rang out, freezing him in place.

A teacup had fallen to the floor, shattering into countless pieces.

His eyes darted to the scattered shards before he cautiously shifted his gaze toward the people in the room.

Inside were Laxus, Makarov... and an absolutely stunning woman with long, loosely braided hair resting over her chest.

The sight of her made Rocco gasp.

It was her.

The woman he had seen walking through town with Laxus, happily enjoying their date.

...Hmm?

Wait a second.

Back then, he had been too far away to notice, but now that he was getting a closer look at this so-called "beauty," something seemed off.

Rather than a stunning woman, wouldn’t it be more accurate to describe her as androgynously beautiful?

"...That’s nonsense. The two major families are already in a state where they can maintain a good relationship without constantly checking each other. There’s no need to worry about the balance anymore."

Seated leisurely on the sofa were the elegantly braided beauty and Makarov.

In contrast, Laxus stood stiffly, his entire presence radiating tension.

The cold, cutting tone of his voice was a far cry from the usual warmth he exuded.

Rocco had seen them in town before, looking quite friendly, but that didn’t seem to be the case now.

The way Laxus glared at the beauty held no trace of affection—no fondness, no admiration, nothing.

Just pure hostility.

Had they gotten into a fight?

Yet, if that were the case, why wasn’t the beauty even remotely flustered?

That was the strangest part.

The golden-haired figure absentmindedly stroked her soft-looking braid, her lips curling into an easy smile.

"That’s not like you, Laxus. I thought you were a more rational man."

"I assure you, I am thinking rationally. Your plan is excessive. There is no need to go that far. That is why, rationally, I am rejecting it."