Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 260: The Soirée’s First Battle (Part 2)

Rocco carefully averted his gaze and pretended not to notice.

Because—honestly?

They were kind of scary.

Side by side, Rocco and Laxus strolled toward the grand entrance of the Don Ferocelli estate, where tonight’s soirée was being held.

Yes—tonight’s event was hosted by the Don Ferocelli family.

Rocco hadn’t actually known that until the day before.

And when Strasbourg found out, he had scolded him mercilessly—saying that if Rocco wanted to expand his network, the bare minimum was knowing who was organizing the gathering.

So, feeling chastised, Rocco had spent the previous night pulling an all-nighter, researching every single guest attending the soirée.

Looking back on it now...

He was glad Strasbourg had called him out.

After all, trying to mingle with people without any prior knowledge would have been impossible.

Yep, yep.

Nodding to himself as he pondered, a sudden thought popped into his head.

He turned to Laxus and asked, "By the way, is Mr. Makarov not coming tonight?"

"Hmm? Oh, my father? No, he won’t be attending this event. Originally, I wasn’t planning to come either, and neither was he. Unlike me, though, he’s not the type to suddenly change plans at the last minute."

Then, with an amused tilt of his head, Laxus asked, "Did you want to see him?"

Rocco hesitated.

Did he want to see him?

Well, of course.

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He wouldn’t want to disturb Mr. Makarov while he was working.

When Rocco reassured him, saying he was fine, Laxus responded with a gentle smile.

"I see."

Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, "But you know, my father was really looking forward to seeing you. He says since you’re my future bride, he wants to start getting along with you as much as possible."

The unexpected "bride" remark caught Rocco completely off guard.

His lips pursed into a pout as his face turned bright red, and he quickly lowered his gaze in an attempt to hide his flustered expression.

"D-Don’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere... It’s embarrassing..." he mumbled under his breath.

Laxus who is looking thoroughly amused, simply smiled and reached out to ruffle Rocco’s hair.

"Stop that! You’ll mess up my hair!"

But Laxus didn’t seem to care, his hand continuing to tousle Rocco’s hair with fond affection.

Then, as if shifting the subject entirely, Laxus let out a dreamy sigh and murmured, "Still... Rocco, you look even more stunning than usual tonight. Like a star shining in the night sky. Out of everyone at this soirée, I’m certain you’re the one who stands out the most."

"Wha—?! R-Really...?"

Rocco’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red.

His lips trembled for a moment before a bright, giddy smile broke across his face.

"Ehehe... Thank you! That makes me really happy!"

He had been secretly worried—Laxus hadn’t said anything about his outfit until now.

Did it not suit him?

Had he chosen the wrong thing?

But it turned out Laxus had noticed.

And hearing such words from him... made Rocco happier than he could put into words.

His cheeks burned as he squeezed Laxus’s hand a little tighter and looked up at him with a warm, beaming expression.

"Laxus, thank you. You look amazing too. You’re really, really handsome."

As soon as Rocco said that, Laxus inhaled sharply—his own face suddenly turning slightly pink.

Yes, Rocco wasn’t the only one dressed up tonight.

Laxus had also put effort into his appearance, looking just as stunning.

His outfit, coincidentally, matched Rocco’s—a black ensemble, sleek and elegant, with a shimmering amethyst brooch pinned to his Georgioet.

But what stood out the most was his hair.

Laxus usually let his bangs fall naturally, but tonight, they were slicked back, revealing his striking features even more.

It made him look even more refined, exuding a charm and allure that Rocco found impossible to ignore.

As Rocco stared at Laxus’s hairstyle, something clicked in his mind.

Wait... his bangs are slicked back—just like mine.

The realization made him incredibly happy, and before he knew it, he started swinging their joined hands back and forth, grinning from ear to ear.

"Our hair is the same, Laxus! Look! It’s like we match! My hairstyles is like yours!"

As soon as those words left Rocco’s mouth, Laxus—who had been quietly blushing this whole time—suddenly moved.

Fast.

Without warning, he scooped Rocco up into his arms in one swift motion.

"H-Huh?! Wha—?!"

Before Rocco could even process what was happening, Laxus leaned in—

And pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.

"Wha—?!"

Rocco instinctively pressed a hand to his forehead, his face turning bright red as he shot a flustered glare at Laxus.

But instead of stopping, Laxus’s gaze softened into something even sweeter—then he started peppering Rocco with kisses.

Not just on the forehead, but on his cheeks, his nose—everywhere.

"W-Wha—?! Laxus, stop! No more kisses!"

Panicking, Rocco quickly slapped both hands over Laxus’s mouth, successfully putting an end to the relentless onslaught of kisses.

What the heck just happened?!

One second, everything was normal—then suddenly, Laxus had gone completely off the rails.

Before Rocco could demand an explanation, a blur of movement from behind caught his attention.

His father and Sylas, who had apparently been watching the entire scene unfold, came charging in at full speed.

His father swiftly scooped Rocco into his arms, while Sylas grabbed Laxus by the collar, his expression murderous.

The tension in the air was thick—dangerous.

It felt like a full-blown war between the two families was about to break out right then and there.

This is terrifying.

"You’ve got some nerve, laying your hands on Rocco in front of me," Sylas growled, his voice as cold as ice. "For your bravery, I’ll grant you the honor of experiencing every agony known to mankind before I slowly, painfully, end your life."

"Do it, Sylas. Finish him off. I’ll handle the cleanup," his father added with chilling finality.

Rocco let out a panicked yelp.

"Wait, wait, wait! Stop!"

He frantically struggled out of his father’s grip and immediately ran to Laxus, throwing his arms around him in a protective hug.

Then, puffing up his cheeks in frustration, he turned to face the two furious men and gave them a firm scolding.

"You can’t just go around trying to kill Laxus! That’s way too much! Seriously, I’m mad now—super mad!"

Rocco huffed indignantly, crossing his arms as he glared at them.

"Laxus, let’s go. This place is scary. We need to leave—now. And no more kissing!"

Laxus let out a small chuckle, raising his hands in surrender.

"Got it. I’m sorry, Rocco—I just couldn’t help myself for a moment."

"Hmph. I don’t really get it, but you have to help yourself. No. More. Kisses."

With that, Rocco grabbed Laxus’s hand again, holding it tightly as they continued walking.

As they stepped into the grand entrance hall of the Don Ferocelli estate, Rocco spotted a familiar figure—a young man dressed in traditional Chinese-style robes.

Immediately, he straightened his posture.

No more flustering.

No more distractions.

It was time to switch into ultra-cool mode.

Taking a deep breath, he schooled his expression into something composed and effortlessly cool.

Yes. Cool Rocco—complete.

Leaving behind his father and Sylas, who were now sulking after being scolded, Rocco confidently walked through the grand entrance alongside Laxus, fully embracing his dignified persona.