Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 338: Goodbyes and New Beginnings

When Rocco asked, Georgio puffed out his cheeks in indignation and whined, "It’s not that simple!"

"I mean, the usual bunny-shaped clip would be cute too, but! That ribbon headband we bought the other day is also super tempting! And then there’s the question—should I do a half-up style? Or a bun? Aahh, I just can’t decide!"

Georgio was practically screaming, overwhelmed by how cute everything would be, while Rocco looked up at him with wide, confused eyes.

At this rate, Georgio might seriously start thrashing around, so Rocco hurriedly grabbed the nearest hair accessory he could reach.

"Uh, Georgio! What about this one? It’s shiny and really cute!"

Without really checking it first, Rocco had grabbed a hairpiece—but it turned out to be quite beautiful.

A large red gem sat at the center, surrounded by a burst of soft white lace, like a great blooming flower.

It even made Rocco think of Laxus’s whole aesthetic.

Once Georgio caught sight of it, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands together, squealing, "Soooo cuuute!"

Apparently inspired, Georgio immediately moved at lightning speed, pulling Rocco’s hair into a half-up style and tying it neatly at the back with the sparkling hairpiece.

He secured it tightly, then stepped back to admire his handiwork in the mirror.

Looking at the reflection, Georgio practically exploded with emotion.

"GYAAAH, TOO CUTE!!"

Georgio collapsed onto the floor with a dramatic wail, pounding his fists against the ground in helpless excitement.

Alarmed, Rocco jumped down from his chair and clung to him in a panic.

"W-wait, Georgio! Stop! You’re super strong—if you hit the floor like that, it’ll—oh, no, look, there’s a crack in it already!"

The floor, which was supposed to be sturdy, now had visible cracks.

But, well... Rocco thought, maybe it was fine?

They were moving out of this estate today anyway, and they wouldn’t be using this room anymore.

"You’re just... so cute..." Georgio whimpered, before suddenly gasping in shock.

"Wait, huh!? Master?! Why are you suddenly crying with such a cute little face?!"

Georgio who is looking much calmer now, raised his head and saw Rocco sitting there, sobbing with big fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

Frozen for a moment, Georgio then frantically pulled Rocco into a hug, gently patting his back.

"There, there... it’s okay... everything’s okay..."

"I-I just... suddenly felt really lonely!" Rocco blurted between hiccups.

"Aw, I get it, I get it. But it’s okay! I’m going with you, remember? You don’t have to feel so lonely."

Georgio held Rocco close whilerubbing his back softly as Rocco clung onto him in return.

Yeah... Rocco thought. Georgio was his closest attendant, and it had already been decided that Georgio would come along.

But then—huh? Come to think of it... did Georgio actually know about that one important thing?

The thought popped into Rocco’s mind, and without thinking, he spoke up.

"Um... Georgio? Sure, you’re coming with me when we move... but my caretaker is going to change. So... I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other every day anymore."

"...Huh?"

"I mean, um... you won’t be my personal attendant anymore... so we probably won’t be hugging like this every morning either."

Rocco glanced up nervously at Georgio, who had gone completely still.

A cold sweat broke out on Rocco’s back.

...Ah.

That’s why no one had told Georgio yet.

He finally realized.

If Georgio had known... he would’ve thrown a huge tantrum, just like a little kid...

"What the heck is that?! Nobody told me anything! I don’t know anything about that! I refuse! Absolutely refuse!"

Georgio threw himself dramatically onto the floor, flailing his arms and legs like a child denied candy by his mother.

This was bad.

Rocco knew all too well that once Georgio got like this, calming him down would be a real challenge.

"I’m the one who washes Master’s soft little butt, ties his hair, tucks him into bed—I do all of that! Who’s this new caretaker?! I’ll kill them! Tear them to pieces!"

Georgio’s bright voice made those violent threats sound even more unhinged.

Rocco could only fidget awkwardly, looking down at him with concern.

What should he do...? He lowered his brows in worry.

Just then, the door swung open.

Stepping inside, looking completely exasperated, was another one of Rocco’s attendants.

"So this is the noise I heard... You are being incredibly disrespectful in front of Master. Get up immediately. We don’t have time for this."

It was Ragar, his fluffy ears twitching slightly as he walked closer.

Relieved, Rocco threw himself into Ragar’s arms, rubbing his cheek against the firm chest.

Mmm... Ragar’s comforting presence really was something else.

"Ragar, are we... running out of time?"

"The carriage should arrive in about twenty minutes," Ragar replied coolly. "That fool over there is useless now. Leave the rest of the preparations to me."

"Mmm? Got it. Thanks, Ragar!"

With a quick motion, Ragar easily lifted Rocco into his arms, giving him a much higher view of the room.

As Rocco playfully stroked Ragar’s fluffy ears, Georgio’s desperate voice cried out behind them.

"Wait, wait! I take care of Master! Give him back!"

"I’m not leaving Master to an idiot like you," Ragar shot back coldly. "Stay quiet, you fool."

Ignoring Georgio’s tearful protests, Ragar carried Rocco briskly down the hall.

Rocco glanced back over Ragar’s shoulder and saw Georgio sniffling miserably.

He felt a little guilty... but time was short.

Reluctantly, he turned his head away.

Sorry, Georgio.

But it’s not like they were saying goodbye forever, Rocco reminded himself.

They were still going to be together, just... not in the same way.

...

Rocco’s body wobbled and shifted, trying to shake off his nerves.

The weather was beautiful today—sunny and warm—so instead of waiting inside by the entrance, they decided to wait outside for the carriage.

It would probably arrive any minute now, Rocco thought, bouncing restlessly where he stood.

On either side of him, his father and his older brother Sylas stood quietly, each gripping one of Rocco’s hands.