Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 229: Unwanted Proposals

"O-Okay, okay! Just calm down, Laxus! Take a deep breaths, yeah? There, there..."

Laxus was practically roaring in frustration, so Rocco frantically reached out and patted his head in an attempt to soothe him.

He didn’t really understand what was going on anymore, but whatever it was, Laxus seriously needed to calm down.

About 80% of that rapid-fire rant had gone completely over Rocco’s head.

The Crown Prince, who had been standing off to the side, visibly recoiled from the exchange.

Then, with an exasperated sigh, he muttered, "Alright, that’s enough. Will you finally hand over my bride to me now?"

That comment alone was enough to make the chaotic atmosphere suddenly freeze over.

Shortly after, they moved to a guest room.

Now that the misunderstanding about Laxus’s so-called date had been cleared up, Rocco figured it was time for him to leave.

He didn’t really belong here, after all.

But then—

"I don’t want any more weird misunderstandings," Laxus had insisted, asking Rocco to stay.

To be fair, if he left now, still confused about everything, he might end up jumping to some other ridiculous conclusion later.

That was a reasonable argument.

Still, he hesitated. "Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay?"

"Of course!" Laxus responded with a bright, beaming smile.

And so, in the end, the three of them—Rocco, Laxus, and the perverted older brother otherwise known as the Crown Prince—sat together in the guest room.

Makarov, meanwhile, had waved them off with a breezy, "Well then, I’ll leave you lovebirds to it."

...Somehow, Rocco had a feeling that if anyone here was the third wheel, it was definitely him.

Rocco was perched lightly on Laxus’s lap, held snugly in a firm embrace from behind.

Across from them, the Crown Prince stared with an intense gaze, but Rocco pretended not to notice and lowering his head slightly.

"First, we should explain things properly to Rocco, right? I mean, I would love to see him get all jealous and cry again, but at the same time, I wouldn’t want that to happen."

Which is it?! Was he waiting for someone to call him out on that contradiction?

Pointing rudely at the Crown Prince, Laxus continued, completely disregarding any form of respect for royalty.

"Alright, let’s do a proper introduction. This absolute perverted bastard over here is the Crown Prince. Technically, he’s royalty. But honestly, considering the kind of crap he spews, it’s only a matter of time before his head ends up decorating the castle walls."

"Oi, Laxus. You’ve been pushing the limits of disrespect for a while now. More importantly, will you finally hand over my bride?"

"I already told you—over my dead body, you damn prince."

The way Laxus flipped his tone so suddenly sent a chill down Rocco’s spine, making him freeze in place.

Was this some kind of split personality?!

The switch was so fast it was terrifying.

Laxus must have noticed Rocco trembling in fear because he suddenly gasped and quickly put on a bright, cheerful smile.

"Aha! Don’t worry about it! Did I say something weird just now?" His grin was so forceful it almost felt like a threat.

Rocco’s eyes welled up slightly as he shook his head.

Nope. Nothing at all.

"See? Look at that. The innocent bride is trembling in fear," the Crown Prince said smugly. "That child is far too pure to be surrounded by a mafia family. He would be much better off if I took him in and cherished him properly."

Rocco narrowed his eyes, glaring at the prince.

He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but one thing was abundantly clear—he definitely wasn’t interested in the Crown Prince.

Every single thing he said was irritating.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Rocco puffed out his cheeks and declared: "I don’t need a prince. I like Laxus way more, so I want to stay with him. I don’t want to be with the prince, and I definitely don’t want to be his bride."

"R-Rocco...!"

"If I had to be someone’s bride, I’d rather be Laxus’s! Because I love Laxus the most!"

"R-Rocco?!?!"

At first, Laxus’s cheeks simply flushed with happiness.

But as soon as Rocco finished his sentence, Laxus didn’t just react—he exploded.

With a stunned expression, he practically launched himself into the air in sheer, overwhelming joy.

Laxus’s face was bright red, his mouth and eyes wide open in shock, and his arms—wrapped tightly around Rocco—were squeezing with way too much force.

The bloodshot look in his eyes was honestly a little scary.

"Wait, am I dreaming? Am I still asleep?"

Laxus mumbled to himself in utter confusion, completely lost in his own spiraling thoughts.

But the Crown Prince, surprisingly unfazed, simply responded as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Hmm. That’s quite troublesome. After all, we were just discussing Laxus’s marriage arrangements."

"...Huh? Laxus’s... marriage partner?"

Rocco furrowed his brows at the prince’s words.

What nonsense was this guy talking about?

Laxus had always been the one making a fuss about marriage—with him.

If the Crown Prince wasn’t Laxus’s supposed lover, that meant Rocco was still the one being smothered by Laxus’s relentless affection.

And yet, now there were rumors of Laxus marrying someone else?

Hah! Ridiculous! Preposterous!

Even Rocco, dense as he sometimes was, could tell Laxus’s feelings for him were genuine.

There was no way the prince’s words could be any kind of real threat—

"Laxus is set to marry Sylas. The union will strengthen the bond between the two major families."

"...Huh?"

Laxus... and Sylas... getting married?

Rocco couldn’t ignore the Crown Prince’s words.

Because they were exactly in line with the original story.

This was the real future, the way things should have unfolded.

The Crown Prince’s statement wasn’t just some offhand remark—it was a perfect reflection of the intended plot.

Frozen in shock, Rocco could only stare blankly.

Seeing his reaction, the Crown Prince smirked in satisfaction and continued.

"And as for my bride—Rocco. You will marry me. This is all to maintain the balance between the royal family and the two great families. Since your fiancé will be royalty, surely you have no complaints?"