Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 339: A Bittersweet Farewell

Both of them wore deep scowls, muttering darkly under their breath.

"...So the thief will arrive soon, huh? I still can’t stand the idea of someone trying to steal the Di Malvento family’s greatest treasure."

"If that man so much as puts a single scratch on our treasure, I’ll wipe his entire family line off the face of the earth."

Rocco stiffened a little, hearing their ominous, bloodthirsty muttering.

But, well...

This wasn’t exactly new.

It had become pretty normal lately.

So Rocco decided not to worry and simply kept waiting cheerfully for Laxus’s arrival.

Even if they were saying stuff like that, Rocco was sure they both recognized Laxus deep down.

Otherwise, Laxus probably would have already been utterly crushed by the two of them.

Still... seeing a family member leave the house for good must be lonely.

If Sylas had left the house before him, Rocco thought he would have been devastated too—crying himself to sleep every night while clinging to Sylas’s bed.

"Father, Brother! I’ll come back home lots of times, okay?! I’ll come back again and again—is that alright?"

Rocco raised his voice, trying to cheer them up.

...Although, right after saying it, he wondered if too many visits might be a bit annoying.

When Rocco asked with his brows drooping softly, the two men immediately widened their eyes in shock.

Their gazes were a little bloodshot and honestly... a bit scary.

Eep.

"How could it possibly be a bother? Come back as often as you want. You don’t even have to return there at all."

Rocco chuckled awkwardly at his father’s extreme words.

But inside, he felt warm and happy.

Even if they said such exaggerated things, the overwhelming love behind them was obvious—and that made Rocco’s heart swell with joy.

It was because of that love that he could feel reassured instead of sad.

He could tell himself, Okay, I’ll come home lots!, without hesitation.

And that made him really, truly happy.

"Hehe... I’m so happy. Then when I come back, let’s go on lots of walks together!"

Rocco grinned, his smile soft and loose.

The two men looked down at him warmly, their expressions gentle.

They squished his cheeks and ruffled his hair affectionately, spinning his head a little until he started feeling dizzy.

Just then—he heard the clatter of a carriage pulling up and gasped, whipping his head around.

A carriage stopped directly in front of the mansion, and stepping down from it was Laxus, dressed impeccably like a prince.

His normally messy hair was neatly styled, and he wore formal clothes—a black outfit embroidered in red and purple, the Di Malvento family colors.

As Rocco stared, captivated by the unusually cool-looking Laxus, their eyes met—and Laxus’s face lit up with a dazzling, joyful smile.

"Rocco!"

Hearing his name called with so much love made Rocco’s cheeks instantly flush pink.

He gently slipped free from the hands of his father and brother, then sprinted forward with quick little steps.

He threw himself into Laxus’s arms, and immediately Laxus hugged him tightly, as if trying to wrap him up completely.

Relief and happiness washed over Rocco.

"Good morning, Rocco. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. Now we can finally live together."

"Mmhm! Good morning! I’m so, so happy too! Hehe."

Rocco giggled as Laxus gazed down at him, his eyes crinkling softly with affection.

Laxus planted little kisses on Rocco’s forehead and cheeks—chu, chu—and Rocco tried to push him away with flustered hands.

N-No good!

Father and Sylas were still standing right there!

Getting kissed like this outside was way too embarrassing!

"M-Mmph...! Bad, Laxus! No kisses until later, okay?"

"Guhaaa! W-What was that?! Y-You’re teasing me so sweetly! I’m gonna die from the cuteness!"

Rocco stared at him, a little horrified.

He wasn’t trying to be sexy or anything!

Laxus seriously needed to work on his tendency to go totally out of control.

It always caught Rocco off guard.

While Rocco lightly slapped at Laxus in protest, he suddenly felt a dark, brooding aura gathering behind him.

He froze and quickly turned around.

Oh no.

This heavy, murderous atmosphere could only mean...

"To lay your hands on Rocco right in front of me... You’ve got guts, you little bastard. I’ll kill you."

"Don’t expose Rocco to vulgar words, you pervert. Die."

Both his father and Sylas muttered coldly, their faces expressionless as they casually pulled out their pistols.

Before the barrels could be aimed at Laxus, Rocco quickly clung to Laxus like a koala and shouted in a panic.

"No, Laxus is always a refined and cool big brother!"

"Oh? What’s this? You’re saying such sweet things! Rocco, are you trying to kill me? Kill me with compliments?"

Honestly, Laxus wasn’t really a refined, cool big brother at all...

If anything, he was more like a perverted, sexy big brother...

But Rocco wisely kept those thoughts to himself and tried his best to cover for him.

Unfortunately, Laxus who is grinning like a fool, completely ruined it.

Rocco gave up, his mouth drooping into a wobbly frown.

It was hopeless.

Nobody could stop—or even hide—Laxus’s perverted ways.

Behind him, even his father and Sylas froze, looking visibly disturbed, and reluctantly lowered their guns.

In a weird way, it was impressive—Laxus had managed to kill the murderous atmosphere not with strength, but by making everyone so uncomfortable they gave up.

It was a bizarre, but effective survival technique.

"Alright then, shall we get going? My Father is waiting for us at the mansion."

"Mmh! Right... Ah! Wait, Laxus!"

Laxus, smiling brightly, tugged Rocco’s hand along.

Rocco quickly slipped away just a little, spinning on his heel and rushing back.

He threw himself into the arms of his father and brother, who both wore complicated expressions, and grinned up at them.

"I love you, Father, Brother! I’ll come back all the time, so don’t be lonely, okay? Hehe!"

"...!"

"...!"

"Mmgh—!?"

As Rocco tried to pull away after his farewell, he was suddenly squeezed into a tight hug by the two of them.

Startled, he struggled a little to breathe, poking his face out between them.

After a moment, they finally let him go and gave him soft smiles.

"...Yeah. If you ever feel lonely, come home anytime."

"We’ll always be waiting. If you ever get tired of it, just come back home."

Hearing their warm voices, Rocco felt his eyes sting with the threat of tears.

He really, really loved his family.

Even if he grew up, even if things changed a little, that deep love would never, ever go away.

"Mm, yeah. Then, um..."

Slowly stepping away from the two of them, Rocco smiled gently.

"I’m off!"

Just before he turned around, he thought he caught a glimpse—just a faint shimmer—of tears in their usually stoic eyes.

Rocco hurried back, reaching out to take Laxus’s hand that had been patiently waiting for him.

And just before he climbed into the white carriage, a soft breeze caressed his cheek, almost as if it were celebrating the start of his new life.