Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 310: Makarov’s Judgment

He nuzzled against him without thinking.

Makarov let out a soft chuckle.

And then—

Squish!

He grabbed Rocco’s cheeks again, pinching them with even more force.

"Seriously, how could anyone even think of abusing such an adorable thing?" Makarov mused.

Then, turning his dark glare back toward Laxus, he added, "That little bastard is beyond saving. Don’t worry, sweetheart—Daddy will kill him for you."

"A-um..."

Rocco hesitated, trying to speak up.

"That’s right," Makarov said with a grin. "Why don’t you forget about that abusive little brat and just marry me instead? I’m rich, strong, and handsome—the perfect package. Come on, choose me. I’ll make you happy."

Rocco’s face instantly flushed bright red.

At the same time, he went pale.

A bizarre mix of emotions painted his expression in a way that could only be described as ridiculous.

Wait... what did he just say?

Makarov who is still grinning like he’d just come up with the best idea ever, continued talking as if this was completely normal.

"I’m the ideal man. No cheating, no abuse—just the perfect, devoted husband. So, what do you say, Rocco? Do you want to be my bride?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The question was so cheerful yet so casual that it sent Rocco into a panic.

He immediately shook his head furiously.

Absolutely not.

Makarov was Makarov.

And besides—

"I-I... I don’t want anyone but Laxus!" Rocco blurted out.

"If I’m going to be someone’s bride, it has to be Laxus’s!"

The second the words left his mouth, his mind went blank.

Oh. No.

What did I just say?!

That wasn’t just a slip-up.

That was a direct and unfiltered confession.

He had basically just declared to the entire world that he wanted to be Laxus’s wife.

Like he had been dreaming about it all along.

Rocco who is completely frozen, slowly peeked up at Makarov, dreading what he might see.

If Makarov was smirking, if he was grinning knowingly, then Rocco would have to dig a hole in the ground and disappear forever.

But—

"...Huh?"

Makarov wasn’t smirking.

He wasn’t teasing.

He wasn’t laughing.

Instead, his expression was... soft.

Gentle.

Like he was watching something precious.

"Hmm," Makarov chuckled. "I see, I see. Well, in that case... it can’t be helped."

With a dramatic sigh, he shook his head.

"Oh well. Guess I just got rejected."

Rejected?

He called that being rejected?

His tone was light, his grin still bright and cheerful.

He looked completely unbothered.

If anything, he seemed even happier than before.

Then, before Rocco could react, Makarov effortlessly scooped him up into his arms.

And without hesitation, he marched straight toward Laxus.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, WAIT.

This is bad!

If Makarov reached Laxus like this, he’d tear him apart on sight!

Laxus wasn’t at fault!

Laxus had done nothing wrong!

It was Deimos who was inside him!

Rocco tried to shout—tried to stop him—but before he could, Makarov spoke first.

"Now then," he said, staring down at Deimos. "It’s about time you got the hell out of my son."

His eyes glowed ominously.

Before Rocco could even process what was happening, dark red chains suddenly materialized from thin air.

They wrapped tightly around Laxus’s body.

Deimos never stood a chance.

The moment he was caught, the small knife he had been holding clattered to the floor.

"Wha—?!"

Magic.

Makarov could use magic.

Rocco stared at him in awe.

Not only was he rich.

Not only was he strong.

Not only was he ridiculously handsome.

But he could use magic, too?!

Just like Laxus, he was insanely powerful.

As Rocco gazed up at him with pure admiration, Makarov simply patted his head and turned back to Deimos.

"Oh? Did you not hear me the first time?" His voice was calm, but ice-cold. "I said—get the hell out of my son."

Deimos let out a strangled groan of pain.

Makarov raised a hand.

A deep red light flickered in his palm.

A sharp, ruby-like object materialized.

And then—

He drove it straight into Laxus’s chest.

"GUAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

A bloodcurdling scream.

Low. Rough.

That’s not Laxus’s voice.

It was Deimos.

And yet—

Rocco’s heart clenched with fear.

That was still Laxus’s body.

That was still Laxus’s chest.

Wouldn’t that hurt Laxus too?!

Rocco grabbed onto Makarov in panic, his voice trembling.

"M-Mr. Makarov! Laxus—Laxus looks like he’s in pain! You stabbed him in the heart!!"

Makarov gently embraced Rocco, soothing him as if calming a child.

Rocco whose his face turned pale with worry, almost melted into the warmth of the embrace but he stubbornly resisted.

Instead, he lifted his gaze with determined resolve.

Makarov smiled softly.

With just one simple words—

"He’s safe."

There was no explanation, no evidence behind it.

But somehow, those words alone erased all doubt.

A deep sense of relief washed over Rocco.

"That magic only targets the soul," Makarov explained. "It doesn’t harm Laxus’s body."

"I-It doesn’t...?"

Rocco let out a huge sigh of relief.

Oh.

Laxus’s okay.

That’s good.

That’s really, really good.

But still...

Even if it’s just the soul—

To casually use such an overpowered spell like this...

Isn’t Makarov more like the protagonist than Laxus?

...No, wait.

Not the protagonist.

The final boss.

Yeah.

If anything, he gave off major last boss energy.

Think about it.

Laxus, the strongest character, was supposed to be undefeatable.

And yet, here he was, completely overpowered.

Kneeling on the ground.

While Makarov—Laxus’s father—stood above him, watching with absolute confidence.

Like some classic mafia kingpin villain.

It was almost too fitting.

"We don’t have much time," Makarov mused. "The people from the Di Malvento should be arriving soon. Before then, we need to separate that intruder’s soul from Laxus’s body."

"The people from the Di Malvento—Wait, what?! My father and brother are coming here?!"

Rocco’s eyes widened in shock.

Makarov simply chuckled, ruffling Rocco’s hair before gesturing toward the window.

Following the motion, Rocco finally noticed something.

Georgio and Ragar were gone.

At some point, they had slipped away.

Had they used the chaos as a distraction to escape the estate?