Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 334: Before the Goodbye

As the three continued their quiet squabbling in the background, Rocco and Laxus hugged tightly, laughing and muttering silly things to each other.

The rose petals brushing against Rocco’s cheek even seemed to sway with joy.

...

Some time had passed since Rocco had accepted that unforgettable proposal.

The wedding was scheduled to take place after Rocco’s birthday.

Although they were still officially engaged for now, the marriage was already a certainty, and nothing was expected to drastically change once it was formalized.

Lately, Rocco had been packing nearly every day, preparing to move into the Del Fiore estate.

Makarov had suggested he move in before the wedding to get accustomed to his new home ahead of time.

Despite strong opposition from Sylas and the others, Rocco ultimately decided to go along with Makarov’s suggestion.

It was true that he felt a little anxious about being suddenly separated from his family right after the wedding.

Rocco wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle such a drastic change.

To adjust to living without his beloved family, it seemed wiser to get used to it gradually while things weren’t too busy. The sooner he adjusted, the better.

The day before Rocco was set to leave for the Del Fiore estate, he was making steady progress with his packing.

Most of his things had already been sent to the Del Fiore estate, and his room, now much emptier, had an air of quiet loneliness about it.

He looked around the spacious room, letting the reality sink in. I’m really about to leave here... He gazed around slowly, and a melancholic feeling settled over him, causing his shoulders to slump.

"Well, here goes..." he muttered to himself, trying to lift his spirits.

The quietness of the room felt heavier than usual, so he purposefully spoke aloud as he got up.

He plopped down on the sofa and picked up a newspaper that was resting on the table.

There was nothing else to do, so he decided to take a short break and casually read through it.

"Hm-hm. A prince from the neighboring kingdom visited the popular dessert shop everyone’s talking about..."

The first thing that caught his eye was an article about a familiar shop.

It was a popular dessert spot where Rocco himself was a regular customer.

The shop was owned by Feilu, a businessman who had expanded his business across the kingdom.

The Don Ferocelli family, which had been involved in major scandals in the past, had made headlines often, but Feilu, the current head of the family, had been doing well.

It seemed that the family’s past dishonor was gradually being erased thanks to his efforts.

Speaking of which... Rocco thought for a moment, What happened to the punishment for Feilu’s father, the former head of the family?

His curiosity piqued, he skimmed through the article as he turned the page.

At the end of the spread, a large headline caught his attention.

"’The End of the Rebel Army’..."

The article detailed the execution of the leader of the rebel army, Ares, who had been beheaded.

Deimos’s soul had disappeared, and the curse that had plagued the royal family was lifted.

It seemed that all the members of the rebel army had been executed, including Mir, the fox beastman who had been one of the leaders.

Rocco briefly considered that perhaps Mir, who had been so loyal to Ares, might have been willing to die alongside his master.

As he read about the gruesome executions and beheadings, Rocco fought the urge to let his imagination run wild with grotesque images, pushing forward through the article. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He was curious about the fate of the former head of the Don Ferocelli family.

Near the end of the article, a brief mention of him caught his eye.

"’The former head of the Don Ferocelli family has been sentenced to life imprisonment in the northern tower.’ ...Hmm, not the death penalty? Huh..."

Rocco had assumed the former head would be executed like the others who had joined the rebel army, but it seemed that he had instead been sentenced to life imprisonment.

The reason given was "insufficient evidence of direct aid to the rebels," but Rocco was skeptical.

He had grown up surrounded by the mafia world, so he could tell when something was being hidden.

It seemed more likely that the former head had been used as an example for the underworld.

The northern tower, described as a place close to "the edge of hell," was known for its incredibly harsh conditions.

In some ways, it might even be worse than death.

"Hmm... Maybe I’ll visit Feilu’s shop soon... for some pancakes..." he mused, feeling a little queasy.

He shut the newspaper with a snap and tossed it on the table.

Feilu’s face flashed in his mind, and he quietly resolved to visit the dessert shop soon.

Not that I’m trying to comfort Feilu or anything...

With a deep sigh, Rocco lay back on the sofa and pulled his stuffed shark tightly to his chest.

It was the perfect time for a nap, and he thought he might indulge in a little sleep when, suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Hmm... He had been planning to nap, but he had no choice now. He reluctantly sat up and called out, "Come in," as the door opened quietly.

"Oh, Brother—you’re here!" Rocco greeted cheerfully as Sylas stepped inside.

Sylas, with his hair styled in a lovely braid over his shoulder, looked even softer than usual.

Normally, he just tied it back, but today his hair was styled differently, giving him a gentler look.

While rubbing his sleepy eyes, he noticed Sylas walking over and tilting his head curiously.

"Sorry. Were you napping?" Sylas asked.

Rocco smiled softly, his cheek relaxing as Sylas patted his head. "Yeah, but I guess it’s okay," Rocco murmured, his exhaustion melting away in the warmth of his brother’s presence.

Rocco shook his head vigorously and then leaned against Sylas, who was sitting beside him.