Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 243: Brother’s Wrath

The sound of the sword clattering against the ground echoed sharply in the room.

Without missing a beat, Rocco wrapped his arms tightly around Sylas and holding him in place to prevent any further escalation.

He had no idea what exactly was going on, but first things first—Sylas needed to calm down!

"No! Nooo! Big brother, if you kill Laxus, they’ll arrest you instead!"

"Uh, Rocco? What about my safety here...?"

There was a confused voice from behind him, but Rocco ignored it.

Right now, Sylas was the priority.

Squeezing him even tighter, Rocco rocked him gently and whispered soothingly, as if calming a startled horse.

"Shhh, shhh... Easy there..."

For a few moments, Sylas remained tense in his grasp.

Then, finally, the rigid set of his shoulders eased—just a little.

His brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a tight, almost reluctant frown.

It was a complicated expression—one of frustration, maybe even resentment.

And yet, somewhere beneath it, there was something else.

Just as Rocco tried to decipher it, Sylas suddenly pulled him into an even tighter embrace.

"Mmph! Big brother?"

"..."

"Mmm... It’s... a little hard to breathe..."

The hug wasn’t just tight—it was crushing.

It was less of a gentle hold and more like a death grip.

Whether Sylas had realized Rocco’s muffled struggle or had simply tired of clinging to him, he eventually loosened his grasp.

Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Rocco’s ear as he whispered directly into his skin.

"...Good morning, Rocco."

Rocco shuddered all over, his body stiffening as if his fur had been bristling like a startled cat.

That deep, sultry morning voice sent a jolt through him, making him bury his face against Sylas’s shoulder with a flustered nod.

"G-Good mor—morningsh... big brother..."

His words came out clumsy and jumbled, but Sylas simply responded with a gentle smile.

Seeing that familiar kindness return to his face, Rocco relaxed, melting into his arms.

Without a word, Sylas lifted him up and began striding toward the door with purposeful steps.

Wait—where was he taking him?

Just as Rocco tilted his head in confusion, he caught sight of Laxus over Sylas’s shoulder.

Their eyes met for a brief moment.

"H-Hey, wait! Sylas, don’t take Rocco away!"

Sylas’s movements had been so swift and efficient that even Laxus—who usually prided himself on quick reflexes—took a second too long to react.

Realizing what was happening, he rushed forward in a panic, latching onto Sylas in a desperate attempt to stop him.

Sylas, however, looked thoroughly disgusted by the contact, immediately twisting to shake Laxus off.

"Filth. Scum. Let go. Die. Rot. Explode. Fall into hell."

"Whoa—so direct?! Look, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! Please, forgive me, brother-in-law! If you abandon me, my dream of marrying Rocco will never come true!"

"Rocco is my only brother. That will never change. I will never have an in-law. Die."

"Guh—ACK!"

With zero hesitation, Sylas swung his leg backward and landed a brutal, merciless kick right into Laxus’s groin.

Rocco winced.

Oof... that had to hurt.

With a pitiful wheeze, Laxus crumpled onto the floor, all the strength draining from his body.

Yep. No doubt about it.

This fight was definitely Sylas’s victory.

That brought his record to 523 wins, 522 losses. ...Probably.

Rocco hadn’t exactly been keeping track that precisely.

Either way, yet another of their infamous daily battles had come to an end.

Although, today’s felt a lot more serious.

Much more... murderous.

Still, order had been restored.

And peace—yes, peace—was the most important thing.

"I was a fool to allow this sleepover. I only granted permission because I was told Rocco had pleaded for it, but... never again. I will never allow an overnight stay again."

"Huh?"

Sylas muttered bitterly to himself as he exited the room, his voice laced with frustration.

Something about what he said made Rocco blink in confusion.

He said... I ’pleaded’ for this?

What was he even talking about?

That was news to Rocco.

Had he really been that desperate about it?

Had he really... begged?

Hmm.

He wasn’t sure.

But... maybe he had?

...Maybe?

Was this one of those "differences in interpretation" moments?

Rocco tilted his head slightly, a question mark practically floating over him.

Still, he figured he must have said something misleading that led to this misunderstanding.

It was probably his fault.

So, he didn’t say anything.

At this point, trying to argue that he hadn’t actually pleaded for the sleepover felt pointless.

After all, what was done was done.

He had stayed over, and bringing it up now wouldn’t change that.

"We’re going home, Rocco. You are never to see this pervert again. Sleepovers are out of the question, and I will no longer permit you to visit his estate."

"...Huh?"

Rocco’s thoughts came to a screeching halt.

He blinked his eyes in shock at Sylas’s sudden declaration.

Being banned from sleepovers?

That was fair.

He had a little—no, a lot—of self-awareness about how reckless last night had been.

Even Laxus had admitted fault and seemed regretful.

So, getting banned from staying over again made sense.

But being forbidden from seeing Laxus at all?

No more visits to his estate?

That—that was too much!

That was unfair!

That was cruel!

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he looked up at Sylas.

If logic wouldn’t work, then he had no choice but to unleash his ultimate move—

The "Teary, Puppy-Eyed Attack."

"Big brother... No. Nooo. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna never see Laxus again...!"

"──...!"

"R-Rocco!!"

Shut up, Laxus! You’re ruining the moment!

Rocco ignored Laxus’s loud, desperate cries and focused on maintaining his watery-eyed plea.

Please work... Please work...!

He held his breath, waiting, praying for Sylas’s response.

But when Sylas finally spoke, his words crushed all of Rocco’s hopes in an instant.

"...Even with that face, I cannot allow it this time. Contact with that perverted bastard is forbidden."

G-Gah—!

Rocco’s face twisted in despair.

His shoulders slumped in defeat.

Peeking over Sylas’s shoulder, he looked at Laxus with an exhausted expression and waved weakly.