Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 227: The Prince, the Bride, and a Colossal Misunderstanding
Chapter 227: The Prince, the Bride, and a Colossal Misunderstanding
Skin crawling, he flailed frantically in protest.
Surprisingly, the beauty let him go without much resistance.
Well, at least they were a reasonable creep... but still! That didn’t make it any better!
Without wasting a second, Rocco bolted straight for Laxus, clinging onto him like his life depended on it.
Laxus, without hesitation, scooped him up into his arms with ease.
Rocco huffed, both relieved and... strangely conflicted.
After all, Laxus had been avoiding him all this time...
...but that was an issue for later.
Because right now—
Right now, Rocco had bigger concerns.
His brain whirred.
He replayed the beauty’s words over and over again in his head.
Bride.
Devour.
DEVOUR?!
Suddenly, everything clicked.
With his eyes wide open, Rocco gasped.
"...Hah!"
Laxus flinched.
"H-Huh?! What is it, Rocco?! Why do you look like you’ve just uncovered the secrets of the universe?!"
He stared down at the stunned child in his arms, his own body tensing at Rocco’s sheer look of horror.
Rocco slowly turned his gaze towards the beauty.
From head to toe, he analyzed them.
And the more he looked—
—the paler he became.
At a closer look... her facial features were sharp and dignified.
At a closer look... her body was broad and muscular.
At a closer look... hrr chest was flat and firm.
"Wha—!? No curves!? No hourglass shape!?"
BOOM!
A metaphorical thunderclap struck inside Rocco’s mind.
Memories flooded back—every tearful moment, every sob-filled lament since the day he witnessed Laxus on that so-called "date."
The sheer realization sent a fiery wave of embarrassment crashing over him.
With red face he clutched his head and let out a strangled wail.
"She’s not a lady! He’s a beautiful man!!"
"Hm? Oh... well, thanks?"
The so-called beauty tilted his head in mild confusion before flashing a pleased grin.
But that wasn’t a compliment!
Rocco’s entire understanding of that day shattered into pieces.
The person he had seen with Laxus back then—
—the one he had assumed was a stunning, curvaceous lady—
—had not been a woman at all.
No soft curves.
No elegant, feminine grace.
Instead, it had been...
...A buff, handsome, muscular MAN.
Which meant—
Which meant—
All this time...
Rocco had been jealous... of a dude!?
All those miserable, teary nights of sulking over Laxus being stolen—
All that pouting and heartache—
It had all been for nothing!?
"TH-THAT’S SO EMBARRASSING!!"
His tears began welled up uncontrollably.
The horrific realization was too much.
Rocco broke down into a full-on Niagara Falls-level meltdown.
Sobbing hysterically, he buried himself in Laxus’s arms.
Laxus instantly panicked, his entire body stiffening.
"Rocco! Ahh, don’t cry—please don’t cry!"
His voice turned sharp.
"What happened?! Are you sad because this pervert creeped you out?! Should I kill him?! I’ll kill him for you!! I’ll even start a rebellion if I have to!!"
"...Huh? R...Rebellion?"
Rocco hiccupped mid-sob, momentarily distracted.
Wait.
Why was Laxus suddenly talking about rebellion?
Even if this creepy handsome man had upset him...
...How did that lead to talks of overthrowing the rebellion?!
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
Something was off.
Something about this handsome weirdo felt... strangely familiar.
Golden hair.
Refined clothing.
An aura of unmistakable nobility.
Rocco’s eyes widened.
Wait. No way. It couldn’t be—
"HUUWAAAHH!!"
"Wh-What is it NOW, Rocco!?"
The moment the realization struck, Rocco leaped in shock.
The handsome man behind Laxus casually raised a hand, smiling pleasantly as he waved.
...Not that Rocco was waving back.
Nope.
That was just his arms flailing in sheer panic.
"L-L-L-Laxus!! This person—this person is part of the royal family!!"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. This bastard— I mean, this esteemed gentleman is the Crown Prince. Rocco, you knew that?"
"Crown—Prince—"
No. No way.
Crown Prince...?
As in, a literal prince...?
Had Rocco really been jealous of a prince?
Had he seriously cried his eyes out because he thought a prince had stolen Laxus away?
Even if Laxus and the prince were actually in a relationship, just sulking over it would still be outrageous.
...But now that he thought about it—Laxus and the prince, huh?
Seeing them up close, standing side by side... they actually did look good together.
Both of them were beautiful, elegant, and striking in their own way.
And, in a different sense... they were truly a perfect match.
After all—
They were both complete weirdos.
Yep.
Certified weirdos.
As Rocco nodded his head in thoughtful agreement with himself, the prince suddenly began to approaching him.
Rocco blinked up at him from within Laxus’s arms.
And then—
With a graceful motion, the prince took Rocco’s hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.
"My name is Fried. It is an honor to finally meet you, my dear bride."
"Hm? Wait, wait—hold on a second, Prince! You’ve got the wrong person, the bride is—huh?"
The bride was Laxus, right?
Why was the prince saying that to him?
Letting out a chuckle, Rocco looked up at the prince—only to freeze.
Fried’s gaze was locked directly onto him.
Laxus, on the other hand, was glaring at the prince with murderous intent.
And Rocco—Rocco was just standing there, utterly lost.
Then, it hit him.
That statement—
That wasn’t a mistake.
"Uhh... ahh...?"
Trembling.
Shaking.
His whole face turned pale.
"I... I’m the prince’s... b-bride...?"
...
The handsome yet eccentric blond man was, shockingly, the Crown Prince.
Judging by the situation, it seemed that Laxus and the prince weren’t actually in a romantic relationship.
Well, Rocco had already started to suspect as much, especially after sensing that ice-cold tension between them.
At first glance, the prince really did look like a woman—an absolute beauty, the kind one might describe as breathtaking.
His golden hair flowed past his chest, loosely braided and draped over his right shoulder.
His gestures were refined, more aristocratic than knightly.
From a distance, it was hard to tell just how tall he really was.
But upon closer inspection, it was clear he was a man.
His features were sharp, and his body was toned.
The way his chest seemed emphasized—it was probably because his pectoral muscles were insanely developed.
