Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 302: The Truth Behind the Kidnapping

"Hmmm, I see, I see."

"Rocco, are you following the conversation? Do you keeping up?"

"Don’t underestimate me! I understand completely!"

Laxus was being rude! Rocco huffed indignantly.

He totally got it.

Basically, the Crown Prince was asking him to handle both interrogations—Deimos’s and Mir’s.

He understood everything perfectly, so there was no need to treat him like a fool!

"Got it! Leave it to me! I’ll make sure to get all the answers about Ares from Mr. Fox!"

"Good. I’m counting on you."

The Crown Prince gave Rocco’s head a light pat.

Feeling proud that he had been entrusted with such an important mission, Rocco puffed out his chest.

The Prince smiled at the sight before turning to leave the room.

Hmph... He really just came to assign him a task and left.

He could’ve at least stayed for some snacks.

Well, he was the Crown Prince, so he was probably busy.

It couldn’t be helped.

"...That damn Crown Prince... He’s realized Rocco has a talent for interrogation and is starting to take advantage of it. I should kill him."

Hearing Laxus mutter something ominous, Rocco grabbed his hand and started walking.

"Alright, let’s go."

At any rate, the first order of business was to quickly finish his talk with Deimos.

This time, the main interrogation target was Mir... which meant getting information about Ares.

"Alright, let’s go, Laxus! Go, go!"

"Rocco, if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say so, okay? Interrogation is a gruesome duty—something you were never meant to handle in the first place."

"I’m fine! I’m happy to be useful to everyone!"

"What a good boy...!"

Laxus nearly collapsed in despair, and Rocco had to hurriedly prop him up.

No time to get all wobbly now—they had a job to do.

Mir, the fox beastman said to be Ares’ right-hand man, had been captured and was behaving surprisingly well.

Like Ares, his body bore the marks of interrogation—likely torture.

But unlike some prisoners, he wasn’t thrashing about or showing signs of insanity.

From an outsider’s perspective, he appeared eerily calm, almost like an obedient captive.

Apparently, upon learning that Deimos only answered Rocco truthfully, Mir had requested that he, too, be allowed to speak solely to Rocco.

That was another reason the Crown Prince had assigned him to this task.

And so, Rocco stepped forward, approaching Mir with a steady gait before plopping down right in front of him.

Truthfully, he was just a little tired from the walk here and figured he’d take a quick rest.

Now at eye level with Mir, he stared at the fox beastman, nodding to himself thoughtfully.

Mir had always been wearing a hood, so this was Rocco’s first time seeing his face properly.

Sharp, well-defined features framed by two large, pointed ears.

Those ears... They looked so fluffy...

"Hello! It’s been a while, huh? Do you remember me?"

"...Of course. Long time no see, you stupid little offering."

"Hey! Who are you calling a stupid?! ...Wait, ’litte’?"

He still as sharp-tongued as ever.

Rocco had always gotten the impression that Mir was the type to say just a little too much, and today was no different.

As he huffed in annoyance, he suddenly tilted his head in confusion.

Wait... What had Mir just called him?

Not the ’stupid’ part—he could ignore that.

But... ’little’?

Hmm...

No, no, no! That couldn’t be right.

Jeez, this fox guy was looking all serious while saying nonsense.

"Hmph. That’s wrong. I’m not a ’little’ anymore—I’m already big!"

He said that while reaching out his hand, trying to make himself looks tall.

"Ahh! Rocco, you’re so cute!"

Behind him, Laxus suddenly clutched his chest, looking as if he were about to collapse from the sheer adorableness of the moment.

This was a frequent occurrence, so Rocco simply ignored it.

Yeah, yeah, just another one of Laxus’s usual fits.

Refocusing, Rocco turned his gaze back to Mir, who let out a deep, weary sigh.

"...Do you truly not know? The reason our king and the First Prince sought you?"

Rocco blinked.

Our king...?

Did he mean Ares?

Was he talking about the reason why Ares had kidnapped him?

That was obvious, wasn’t it?

It was a strategy to bring down the two great families.

Targeting the weak points of a large organization was a basic principle in warfare.

Sure, being considered a ’weak point’ was a little insulting, but still.

That was what Rocco had always assumed about his kidnapping.

But when he voiced this thought, Mir shook his head in exasperation.

"Yes, the downfall of the two great families was indeed something that arrogant First Prince desired. However... Our king, Lord Ares, had only one goal. And that goal was you."

"I thought Ares and Deimos shared the same goals. Was that not the case?"

Laxus, who had been quietly observing this scene, suddenly interjected.

At this, Mir glanced at him—then promptly turned away.

In other words, he had deliberately ignored the question.

Wow.

Just like his master, he had absolutely no regard for self-preservation.

As expected, Laxus was smiling, but his aura radiated pure anger.

While calming him down, Rocco decided to voice Laxus’s question himself.

"So, Ares and Deimos had different goals?"

He asked cautiously.

Mir, who had been looking away, turned his head back toward Rocco, glancing at him before giving a small nod.

"Yes. While their ultimate goal—securing the throne—was the same, they frequently clashed over the methods to achieve it. The issue surrounding the assassin guild about ten years ago, in particular, was a major point of conflict."

"Ten years ago... the assassin guild..."

Hearing that, Rocco’s brilliant mind went ping!—a realization struck him.

The assassin guild conflict from around a decade ago... Could it be related to the murder of Georgio’s sister?

Now that he thought about it, he had never actually learned the identity of the person who killed her—someone supposedly even more skilled than Georgio himself.

Curious, Rocco voiced his thoughts aloud.

Mir who is unfazed, casually nodded. "Ah, that matter? That was the work of the First Prince."

"What?"