Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 110: Unlikely Loyalty

Turning against the Assassin Guild was one of the top dangers a mafia family could face.

Rocco’s body trembled slightly with unease.

When his father noticed it, he gave it a calming smile, but there was a hint of boldness in it as he replied.

"There’s more than enough benefit to be had. Fulfilling your wish, Rocco, is my greatest happiness."

"...!"

"Rocco, we are the Di Malvento family. If the Assassin Guild becomes an obstacle, we’ll simply crush them along with their entire organization. Eliminate the source, and all concerns will vanish."

Rocco gasped, his breath caught in his throat.

He had forgotten, amidst the relative peace of his day-to-day life, that this was the stronghold of the Di Malvento family—the pinnacle of the underworld.

And he, as the heir, was the child of its family head.

When he thought about it, there was little for someone in his position to fear.

The Di Malvento family held absolute power, enough to crush nearly any people who opposed it.

"For the sake of my beloved child, I’ll achieve anything. If my dear Rocco desires it, saving a single street rat from the slums is a trivial matter."

This was the true face of the Head of the Di Malvento family—Marcus Di Malvento.

His amethyst eyes held not a shred of gentleness.

They gleamed with unshakable confidence and a pride that bordered on arrogance.

Yet, there was no trace of folly in his gaze—only the undeniable presence of a true power.

"Can you... save Georgio?" Rocco asked, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and disbelief.

Rocco tightened his arms around Mr. Bunny instinctively and squeezing it so hard that it seemed to groan under the pressure.

Realizing it might be suffering from the firm hold, Rocco quickly loosened his grip and looked back at his father with eyes filled with hope.

He leaned forward eagerly, unable to hide his anticipation.

His father smiled gently and nodded.

"Of course. If it’s what you want, Rocco, I’ll use any means necessary."

The proposal was undeniably appealing.

For the past two weeks, Rocco had wrestled with his thoughts.

He wanted desperately to protect Georgio, to help him.

But as a child, there wasn’t much he could realistically do.

He’d reluctantly decided to stand back and wait, though the decision left him feeling helpless and frustrated.

But if his father was willing to help, the situation would changed entirely.

Having the Head of the Di Malvento family’s support was more reassuring than an army of a hundred men.

Rocco’s eyes sparkled with determination as he clung to his father.

"Please! Help me save Georgio—no, help me rescue him!"

His father caught Rocco as he nearly toppled over from his enthusiasm, holding him firmly.

At Rocco’s words, his father blinked his eyes in surprise.

"Rocco, you can stay here and wait. I’ll bring him back myse—"

"No way! Absolutely not! I’m coming too! I’m going to save him by myself!"

Rocco stomped his foot on the floor while puffing out his cheeks in defiance.

Even his Mr. Bunny seemed to share his fiery spirit, as if it were huffing along with him.

Taking a deep breath of resolve, Rocco looked up at his father, who was staring back at him in astonishment.

"Georgio is my attendant and my family! That’s why I have to be the one to bring him back!"

Rocco’s words rang with conviction.

His father inhaled sharply, startled by the force of his declaration.

Then a soft smile spread across his face, his gaze warm as his brows lowered affectionately.

"Honestly... Rocco, you truly are adorable."

"Wha—! I’m not adorable! I’m cool!"

"Of course, adorable and cute."

"Ugh! Nooo!"

Frustrated by his father’s unexpected words, Rocco pouted, his cheeks puffing further in annoyance.

His father who is thoroughly amused by his cute appearance, ruffled Rocco’s hair.

Rocco buried his face into Mr. Bunny, sulking at the perceived slight.

His father pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering softly by his ear, his voice brimming with tenderness.

"My Rocco... so lovable, so brave... I can’t take my eyes off you."

...

"Georgio, are you sure it was wise to leave your master behind? Won’t you face severe punishment when you return? After all, he’s the kid of the Di Malvento family, isn’t he?"

In the slums, nestled within a dense urban area largely untouched by the "eyes" of the Assassin Guild, two weeks had passed since they’d set up base in a dilapidated building.

Georgio lounged on an old tattered sofa that was the leather nearly peeled away while chewing on a hard and barely edible potato.

As he sighed at the dismal comparison between this and the soft, well-cooked potatoes he used to enjoy, Vaan, who had been peering out the window with binoculars, muttered softly.

Georgio sat up, stretching his tired body while tossing the partially rotten potato into a garbage bucket.

He answered Vaan’s question with a casual drawl.

"No worries. My master is a very kind and understanding kid. If anything... he’s probably crying his eyes out without me around."

"Huh? He’s a mafia brat, isn’t he? No way he’d cry over losing one disposable attendant."

"That’s what you’d think. But my master’s different. And really, do you think I’d serve some dull, arrogant kid as my master?"

Vaan raised an eyebrow in exasperation but nodded his head as if conceding the point.

His expression seemed to say, Fair enough.

Georgio, however, puffed out his cheeks, annoyed by the dismissive attitude.

While Vaan might not call him names like "psychopath" or "serial killer," as the others often did, Georgio couldn’t help but feel like Vaan still underestimated him.

After all, Vaan was the only one who truly understood Georgio’s circumstances.

Well, except for those rare moments when even Vaan had called him a "psychopath."

"...I’m a little curious now. What kind of kid could win you over as their master?"

Vaan seemed to have finished his surveillance.

He placed the binoculars on a warped wooden table and slid down to sit on the floor, leaning against the wall.