Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 342: The End

"Father-in-law! Hello there!" Rocco chirped brightly.

"Fufu, hello. Rocco, you’re as lively and adorable as ever," Makarov said with a chuckle, settling down beside him.

As Makarov gently patted Rocco’s head, a flurry of pink petals scattered through the air, filling Rocco’s view.

"Covered in all these petals... What kind of adorable game were you playing this time?" Makarov asked teasingly.

"Hmph! It’s not a game!" Rocco puffed up his cheeks indignantly.

"I’m having a very refined flower viewing party!"

Feeling like Makarov was treating what he’s doing as childish play, Rocco couldn’t help but pout and correct him.

Makarov just tilted his head slightly, smiling warmly.

"Flower viewing, hmm? I don’t think I’ve heard of that before. Is it some sort of game where you pretend to be a little flower fairy?"

"Wrong! Totally wrong! I’m not pretending to be a flower fairy or anything!" Rocco shouted, hopping in frustration.

The petals stuck to him flew up dramatically, making him look like a bird flapping its wings.

Seeing Rocco freeze up in embarrassment, Makarov let out another gentle laugh.

Makarov was so graceful and refined, effortlessly elegant just by being there.

In Rocco’s eyes, Makarov himself seemed more like a true flower fairy than anyone else.

"Ungh, muu... Flower viewing is a cultural tradition," Rocco explained stubbornly.

"In spring, when the pink flowers bloom, people gather under the trees to eat a lot of food and enjoy the flowers together!"

"Oh? So in the end, it is playing around, isn’t it?" Makarov teased.

"Agh! No! That’s not the main point!" Rocco protested, waving his arms.

"The main thing is to admire the flowers! And to eat lots of good food! The fun part is just extra!"

As he flapped his arms and tried to defend the dignity of his beloved tradition, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from behind.

This time, they weren’t calm and slow like Makarov’s steps—these were much more frantic.

"Father! What are you doing to my Rocco?!" a voice shouted.

Rocco turned around and smiled brightly.

"Good morning, Laxus!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning, Rocco. You’re as adorable as ever! But seriously, Father—what exactly are you doing to my Rocco?!"

The disheveled figure that appeared was Laxus, his usually glossy white hair a bit messy.

Normally, Laxus carried the same kind of effortless poise as Makarov, but with Makarov—the one person Laxus could never quite outmatch—standing there, that usual calm seemed to have crumbled.

"What a cruel accusation," Makarov said, still smiling serenely.

"I was simply enjoying some flower viewing with Rocco. Isn’t that right, Rocco?"

"Hm? Hm, yeah! That’s right! We were doing flower viewing together!" Rocco nodded his head enthusiastically.

Strictly speaking, Rocco had been doing it by himself at first, so saying they were together was a slight stretch.

But well, Makarov had joined him midway, so it wasn’t entirely wrong either.

Thinking that was close enough, Rocco nodded firmly.

Seeing that, Laxus practically vibrated with anger, his voice rising in panic.

"Flower viewing? What is that supposed to be?! Knowing you, Father, it must be some depraved activity! Rocco is my future wife! Please don’t do anything indecent to my Rocco!"

"Now now," Makarov sighed, feigning innocence.

"Why is it that my own son trusts me so little?"

Watching Makarov, supposedly the dignified head of the family, being accused like that without even trying to defend himself, Rocco was genuinely surprised.

Still, to be fair, Makarov was suspiciously smooth, just like Laxus.

Honestly, Rocco couldn’t blame Laxus for not trusting him.

After all, Makarov’s perfect smile looked suspiciously fake—a kind of talent in its own right.

Still, if this went on any longer, it would hurt Makarov’s reputation.

So, being the kind-hearted hero he was, Rocco decided to step in and clear up the misunderstanding for him.

"Calm down, Laxus! AFather-in-law is a good person!" Rocco declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"He’s not like you—there’s no way he would ever do anything indecent to me!"

Seriously, what was Laxus even thinking?

There was no way someone as refined and dignified as Makarov would ever do something improper to a little guy like him.

...Although, saying that out loud made Rocco feel a little sad inside.

As Rocco drooped in self-inflicted misery, Laxus glared suspiciously and started protesting loudly.

"Even if nothing happened, that’s still a misunderstanding, Rocco!" Laxus shot back at top speed.

"My Father’s actually a depraved sadist! He’s the textbook definition of a scumbag who would hurt and then ’comfort’ a cute airhead like you just to take advantage!"

Rocco nearly fell over in shock at the sudden barrage of insults hurled at Makarov.

Where did that even come from?!

"H-hey, you dummy! That’s way out of line!" Rocco flailed, scattering flower petals everywhere as he stood up with a huff.

"It’s not okay to talk that way about your father! You’re just acting out because you’re at that rebellious age!"

"But it’s true, Rocco!" Laxus insisted, desperate.

"You really shouldn’t get close to him! It’s for your own safety!"

"No excuses!" Rocco cried, puffing up again.

"Even if you’re a rebellious kid, saying too much is still bad, you know!"

As petals flew around dramatically, Rocco began smacking Laxus’s chest with his tiny fists—pof pof!—in protest.

He kept peeking anxiously over his shoulder toward Makarov, worried he might have hurt his feelings.

"Don’t worry about it, Rocco," Makarov said with a soft, bittersweet smile.

"It’s a father’s duty to endure a little rough treatment from his son."

Sure enough, Makarov looked all dejected and heartbroken.

Panicked, Rocco turned back around and started pummeling Laxus’s chest even harder with his little fists.

"You dummy! Stupid, stupid Laxus! Now Makarov-sama is all sad because of you!"

"Don’t be fooled, Rocco!" Laxus cried.

"Look closer at that shady, too-perfect smile of his!"

Rocco’s desperate punches didn’t seem to affect Laxus at all.

Instead, Laxus simply hugged him tight, trapping him completely.

Scooping Rocco up effortlessly, he plopped down on the ground with a heavy sigh.

"Haaah... fine. I guess there’s no helping it," Laxus grumbled.

"I can’t ruin your game... so I’ll join this ’flower viewing’ thing too."

"Ughh—it’s not a game!" Rocco yelled, struggling in Laxus’s arms.

"The flower viewing is a noble cultural tradition!!"

Good grief.

Still—well! When you thought about it, having more people around made it even more fun!

This was fine! Totally part of the plan!

Feeling proud again, Rocco shuffled around in Laxus’s lap to find the best spot.

After wiggling a bit, he finally found a cozy place to sit, then relaxed with a long, contented sigh.

"Alright! Time to start our proper, elegant flower viewing again!" he declared.

"Ahh, I’m glad to see you’re back to your usual self," Laxus said, smiling softly.

"Rocco’s so cute when he’s all happy and bouncy."

Swaying from side to side happily, Rocco lifted his gaze toward the fluttering blossoms above.

His earlier tantrum seemed like a distant memory.

Now he was sitting quietly, completely focused on the flowers.

Watching him, Makarov and Laxus both tilted their heads in confusion.

"Huh? What happened? Why did he suddenly get so quiet?"

"Yeah... it’s weird. Rocco never stays this still. Maybe he’s not feeling well?" Laxus said, frowning worriedly.

Blue veins popped up on Rocco’s forehead in frustration.

Of all things, to suddenly say something so rude during such an elegant flower viewing.

Especially Laxus, who sounded like he was implying Rocco was always noisy. Rocco was absolutely dissatisfied!

It seemed these two had no clue about the culture of flower viewing. They were truly difficult people, hmph, hmph!

"Flower viewing is a noble cultural tradition!" Rocco declared, puffing up in indignation.

"It’s about quietly admiring the flowers! That’s what flower viewing is!"

As Rocco ranted in frustration, explaining himself, the two stared at him blankly.

"Huh? Just looking at flowers? Is that all? No other purpose?"

"Why would anyone find that fun? It just seems like a pointless waste of time," they said dismissively.

Their harsh words made Rocco’s eyes well up with tears.

Shaking with anger, his cheeks puffed out as he tried to hold back his tears. Seeing this, the two of them finally realized how tactless they had been and began to panic, flustered by their mistake.

"No, no! We’re not criticizing your activity, Rocco! We really aren’t! We were just a little surprised, that’s all!"

"Yeah, it’s definitely a unique activity. Very fitting for someone as individualistic as you, Rocco. A very... strange, but good, kind of activity," they added, nervously.

"It’s not a game!" Rocco snapped again, getting more annoyed.

As for Makarov, Rocco couldn’t tell if he was trying to comfort him or if he was mocking him. His smiling face almost looked like the smile of a devil enjoying Rocco’s tearful expression.

"Pffft... Whatever! I don’t care anymore. You two can just go away! I’ll enjoy my flower viewing activity all by myself!" Rocco huffed, puffing out his cheeks in defiance.

"—What?!"

Suddenly, Rocco stood up, deciding to find another spot for himself.

With a tearful, exaggerated gesture, he shooed them away.

Both Makarov and Laxus froze in shock, immediately apologizing and running after him, but it was too late. They were both too much like mischievous psychopaths, always entertained by teasing him, so it was about time they learned to reflect on their behavior.

"You idiots! Stupid, stupid Laxus! Father-in-law, you big fool!"

Letting out a peculiar, loud cry, Rocco ran off. freeweɓnøvel.com

As he hurried, pink petals that had clung to his head and shoulders swirled up into the air, obstructing the view of the two chasing him.

"Wait, Rocco! We’ll reflect! We’ll apologize! Please don’t run away from us!"

"Rocco, you’ll fall if you keep running like that! I’ll give you some pudding, just come back!"

"Shut up, shut up! Take your pudding and go away!"

As he ran through the garden, Rocco heard members of the Del Fiore family and their attendants mutter in exasperation, "Not again..."

But Rocco didn’t care. He continued to dash around the garden without a care in the world.

The sun shone gently over the Del Fiore estate, casting a soft, golden glow over the garden where petals danced in the spring breeze.

Laughter echoed through the air—bright, free, and full of life.

In this new future, Rocco had found a happiness so vivid, so overflowing, that no dream could compare.

The sadness of yesterday, the regrets of a past life... all of it had been left behind, like the last traces of winter melting into spring.

Now, only joy remained.

Surrounded by the people he loved, Rocco was living the "happily ever after" he had once only dared to dream of.

And this time—he would never let it go.

Underneath the blooming tree, with flowers showering down like blessings from the sky, Rocco’s soft laughter rose again, bright and pure.

It was the beginning of a new Chapter.

A story not written in sorrow, but in the endless warmth of love and spring.

──And so, Rocco’s happiness bloomed forevermore.

The End.