Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 325: Officially Yours (Whether They Like It or Not)

H-How could he be so clueless...?

Can’t he see everyone’s expressions...?!

"...What do you just said?"

The low and ground-shaking voice came from both Sylas and Marcus, their faces twisted in fury as they stood frozen after hearing Laxus’s declaration.

Near the window, Georgio, Ragar, Strasbourg, and Philip were also cloaked in a menacing, dark aura.

Rocco could feel the sheer intensity of Di Malvento’s silent rage, and instinctively cast his eyes downward, shrinking into himself.

But the suffocating fear didn’t last long.

When Rocco shifted his gaze, he caught sight of another group radiating an aura completely opposite from Di Malvento’s hellish pressure.

"So Rocco finally said yes to your proposal, huh? Congratulations, Laxus! Congrats to you too, Rocco!"

It was Makarov who is clapping his hands with utter joy, his face lit up.

Behind him, Del Fiore’s attendants popped party crackers and whistled cheerfully.

The two vastly different camps—Di Malvento’s doom-laden silence and Del Fiore’s bubbly celebration.

Rocco looked between the two party and growing even paler. Wh-what am I supposed to do here?

Should I match Di Malvento’s gloom and sink into despair vibes? Or should I follow Del Fiore’s lead and flash a big ol’ "Thank yooou~!" smile...?

Unable to figure out the right response, Rocco fidgeted nervously, his mind in chaos.

Just then, Laxus suddenly picked him up with ease, held him up for everyone to see, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

Frozen by the surprise smooch, Rocco could only stare at him blankly.

The Del Fiore’s side erupted with giggles and playful teasing, while the Di Malvento’s group seethed with even more murderous intent.

Rocco was on the verge of tears, wondering How am I supposed to handle this atmosphere?!

Above his head, Laxus smiled and began to speak again.

"We’re in love with each other, so I figured it’s about time. I’m sure you all heard us talking earlier—Rocco’s fallen in love for me for real, too... right, Rocco?"

"Wh-What?!"

And of course, he’d throw the question back to Rocco at this exact moment.

The "talk" Laxus referred to was that shamelessly sweet exchange he’d made sure everyone could hear.

To bring that up now—how calculating could Laxus be?! Rocco was trembling from head to toe.

Even though he was flustered and panicking, Rocco knew he couldn’t just keep trembling forever.

Pull yourself together!

With all the courage he could muster, he gave a firm nod.

It was true that he’d accepted the proposal—he had to stand proud!

"Y-Yeah. I like Laxus. I want to marry him! So, um, we’re making it official!"

The moment he blurted out his declaration, there was an explosion of squeals and gasps of despair.

The atmosphere between Di Malvento and Del Fiore was so starkly different, it felt like there was an actual wall separating them.

Marcus and Sylas, meanwhile, looked like they were five seconds from death—pale and completely stunned.

Bright red with embarrassment, Rocco was suddenly pulled into a tight hug by Laxus, who looked immensely satisfied.

As he patted Rocco’s head gently, he continued speaking, almost as if to pile on the chaos.

"Rocco tends to attract enemies, so I thought this was a perfect opportunity for Del Fiore to step in as a solid ally. Plus, we can use the recent rebel attack on Rocco as a warning. It’s a perfect timing to make an example out of them, right?"

Laxus dropped his mafia-style logic with a cheerful smile, and Makarov who is clearly proud with his statement nodded his head as if to say, "My kid’s a genius!"

"Exactly. This is the perfect moment. The engagement is already official, and I’m sure Di Malvento has no objections either, right?"

"Huh?"

"Don’t mess with me."

Makarov’s casual remark landed like a thunderclap, immediately shifting the heavy tension in Di Malvento’s camp.

Although they’d looked defeated just moments ago, they suddenly snapped back to life—shocking Rocco with the abrupt change.

Sensing the dangerously escalating tension between the two factions, Rocco began sweating nervously and clung tightly to Laxus, practically burying himself in the man’s arms.

Hey—don’t just stand there grinning like you planned this whole thing, do something!

"What? Didn’t you already approve their engagement? Isn’t it perfectly natural for an engaged couple to eventually get married? I’m not sure what everyone’s so confused about," Makarov said while blinking his eyes innocently.

Whether he was being genuinely puzzled or sneakily stirring the pot, it was hard to tell—and that just made things even worse.

Sylas and Marcus were visibly trembling.

Their reaction, honestly, was only natural.

As Rocco watched them shake with fury, they suddenly snapped at Makarov in unison.

"The only reason I approved that engagement was as a temporary measure to protect Rocco! I never agreed to any actual marriage!"

"Exactly as my Father says. Even that engagement, as a protective strategy, was something I only barely tolerated despite my disgust. And you were fully aware of that fact."

Hearing those sharp words, Makarov remained elegantly seated and let out a dramatic sigh, his brows drooping.

"Well, I had no idea. I assumed Di Malvento had agreed to the engagement with full understanding of its implications. You’re trying to twist the story now, but what’s done is done. The engagement has already been formalized—you can’t undo that."

Makarov spoke with an air of exasperation, and the Del Fiore aides behind him quickly echoed him with a chorus of "Exactly!" and "That’s right!"

It was pretty obvious that the one bending the logic was Makarov himself, but even realizing that, Rocco kept his mouth tightly shut. I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear anything... stay quiet... stay invisible...

"We already signed the marriage contract too, remember? Right, Rocco?"

"A-Ah!"

Laxus tossed in that explosive remark like it was nothing, adding more fuel to an already raging fire.

Did he really just say that now?! Rocco looked up at him in shock—only to be greeted by that same sunny, innocent smile.

That... that line was planned! He knew exactly what he was doing!