Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 258: The Medusa Soirée Outfit

Without waiting for anyone’s reaction, Rocco dashed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

His father’s gift—the elegant soirée attire—was already prepared.

He wondered what Laxus would say when he saw him wearing it.

Would he compliment him and call him cool?

For some reason, the mere thought made Rocco’s heart flutter.

Pressing a hand against his chest to calm the sudden excitement, he quickly go back to his room.

...

After checking himself in the full-length mirror one last time, he smirked in satisfaction at how great he looked.

Leaving his room with confidence, he walked down the hall—only to notice something strange.

The moment the servants, Georgio, and even Ragar laid eyes on him, they all simultaneously burst into nosebleeds and collapsed onto the floor.

Pausing mid-step, Rocco blinked in bewilderment at the scene before him.

Huh...?

What was going on?

Although he utterly confused, he carefully stepped over the fallen bodies and continued on his way.

Could this soirée outfit possibly have some kind of Medusa-like effect that knocks out anyone who sees it in a single blow?

With that ridiculous thought in mind, Rocco stepped onto the staircase leading to the lobby, puffed up with pride.

His smirk deepened as he trotted down the stairs and dramatically burst into the grand entrance hall.

"Father! Brother!"

Humming confidently, Rocco did a quick spin and struck an incredibly cool pose.

His father and Sylas, who had arrived in the lobby ahead of him, turned to look at him—only for both of them to simultaneously choke out a "Guh!" before coughing up blood.

"Father!? Brother!?"

Oh no! He had been right!

This outfit really was cursed with a Medusa-like effect!

Trembling with guilt at the thought of accidentally harming his beloved family, Rocco’s eyes welled up with tears.

However, before he could cry, both of them let out pained groans and, like seasoned warriors, forced themselves back onto their feet.

Rocco’s face brightened instantly.

He rushed over to them, but as soon as they got a proper look at him again, they let out strained whimpers and quickly shielded their faces with their hands, as if his brilliance was too much to bear.

Was this Medusa Soirée Outfit really that powerful...?

Terrifying.

"F-Father, this might be a bit too much...!"

"I know! I never expected it to be this overwhelming...!"

The two groaned in unison, practically crumbling under the sheer force of Rocco’s presence.

Watching their dramatic reactions, Rocco wiped away his lingering tears and let out a small sigh of relief.

Whew.

At least they seemed to be getting along.

That was good.

He didn’t really understand what they were talking about, but as long as they weren’t fighting, everything was fine.

"Father, Brother, what do you think? Do I look cool? Super stylish?"

With that, he did another spin and struck the same pose, full of confidence.

His father and Sylas peeked through their fingers, catching glimpses of him as they nodded fervently.

"Ahh... Adorable. Absolutely adorable. A hundred billion points. You are the most precious in the world, Rocco."

"The impact was so strong I genuinely thought an angel had descended. No, I still think that. And that bunny hairpin... It’s quite charming. I believe I gifted it to you on your eighth birthday."

Beaming at their praise, Rocco grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

Reaching up to touch the little bunny pin holding up his pompadour-styled bangs, he let out a smug chuckle.

"Heheh, I really love this little bunny you gave me, Father. It’s so cute, I had to wear it."

"A-Angel...!!"

With a dramatic thud, his father collapsed once again, as if his heart had been completely shattered by overwhelming love.

Seeing his father lying there, serene and lifeless, Rocco immediately threw himself onto him and, as was now tradition, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Fatherrrrr!!"

...No response.

Yep. That was a corpse. No signs of revival.

With a sorrowful sigh, Rocco turned his gaze toward Sylas.

At least his brother was still standing—well, barely.

Sylas was still peeking at him through his fingers, visibly struggling to withstand the sheer force of Rocco’s angelic presence.

Maybe... just a little... he should be more concerned about his father.

"Brother, Laxus should be arriving soon, so I’ll leave Father’s resurrection to you."

Rocco poked at his father’s lifeless body a couple of times as he made his request.

Sylas furrowed his brows in deep annoyance, clearly unimpressed.

Rocco understood that everyone went through a rebellious phase, but he really wished Sylas wouldn’t be so cold toward their father.

If their father saw it, he’d probably cry.

After all, Rocco had seen it before—the little portrait of a young Sylas, secretly displayed on their father’s desk in his study.

That small gesture alone was enough to show just how much their father cherished Sylas.

So even if Sylas was going through a rebellious phase, Rocco couldn’t help but hope that he wouldn’t be too harsh.

Their father loved Sylas so much—if he kept acting distant, he’d probably end up sobbing in secret.

As a side note, when Rocco first discovered that portrait, he had felt a little pang of disappointment.

Because among all the precious family portraits their father chose to display, there wasn’t a single one of him.

For just a brief moment, his heart sank.

But that feeling vanished the instant he curiously peeked into a drawer—only to find it completely covered in pictures of himself, pasted all over the wooden interior like something out of a crime drama’s stalker shrine.

Honestly, he had been so tempted to yank the drawer open completely to take in the full horror of it.

But in the end, fear won over curiosity.

Maybe one day, he’d gather the courage to investigate further.

"Brother, make sure you resurrect Father properly, alright? I mean it."

Patting Sylas’s shoulder, Rocco watched as he let out a deep, exasperated sigh before finally grabbing their father by the shoulders and shaking him back to life.