Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 153: An Uninvited Guest

Right.

Laxus was already keeping his promise from earlier, the one he made to himself.

When he was with Rocco, he’d show his true feelings and expressions.

And he was doing just that now...

"Y-yes! Let’s play! Let’s play a lot, Laxus!"

The moment he realized it, Rocco’s chest tightened, and he found himself nodding vigorously, unable to contain his excitement.

Laxus smiled at Rocco’s response, his smile soft and genuine this time—much like a child who’d finally gotten what he’d always wanted.

"By the way... does Sylas and the others know you’re here, Rocco?"

"...Huh?"

Suddenly, Laxus’s words cut through the peaceful atmosphere, and in an instant, the warm atmosphere evaporated.

Rocco froze stiffly, his body trembling lightly, his eyes darting in panic.

Seeing this, Laxus pressed his forehead, seemingly understanding the situation.

"That’s bad... those guys from Di Malvento are crazy about you, so if they find out you’re gone, they might just tear the whole place apart."

"Oh no... what do we do...?"

Rocco’s face turned pale and he trembled uncontrollably.

He wanted to deny it—no way that could happen!

But realistically, those two would probably blow up the Del Fiore mansion just to find him... and they’d easily think of doing it.

How would he even pay for the damages?

But that wasn’t the real problem right now!

While Rocco was lost in these frantic thoughts, Laxus suddenly patted his head lightly.

"Well, it’s fine. If it gets destroyed, we can just rebuild it. It’s not a big deal."

"Don’t talk nonesense!"

At Laxus’s casually delivered outrageous line, Rocco squeezed his eyes shut in disbelief.

He was trembled and wondering how easy it was to just build a mansion like that.

However, thinking about it, this was the mafia world after all—maybe it’s common for houses to be destroyed by surprise attacks.

Now that he thought about it, the annex he used to live in had been frequently attacked by assassins, and the windows and walls were often broken. frёeωebɳovel.com

They’d always fixed it afterward... Those nostalgic memories came flooding back.

"Don’t worry we are used to it and it’s not like we don’t have money to rebuild it too. After all, I am rich, so do you."

Rocco shook his head vigorously at Laxus’s giggling response.

"What are you even saying?!" he huffed, dismissing it.

"It’s not mine! It’s the money my father and older brothers worked hard to earn and save. It’s important money!"

"...But it’s still your money, right?"

"Well, yeah, but! That’s exactly why I have to use it wisely! I’ll be grateful, and someday, I’ll work hard and repay them!"

Rocco puffed out his chest proudly as he explained, and Laxus blinked in surprise.

"Is that how you think? I never thought of it that way..." Laxus said, looking satisfied with his newfound perspective.

It seemed like he’d learned something valuable, and Rocco was happy to see it.

But more importantly...!

They weren’t talking about money right now—stopping Sylas and the others from wrecking the place was the priority.

Rocco quickly grabbed Laxus’s hand and urging him to quickly come back as he broke into a cold sweat.

"We have to go back before your house is reduced to rubble!"

"Hmm... I just hope nobody ends up dead from some misunderstanding before that happens."

Rocco skillfully ignored the ominous comment and started running.

Well, more accurately... he tried to run.

"──Mgh!?"

Suddenly, the air around Laxus seemed to tense, and before Rocco could react, he felt a strong grip around his neck as he was pulled toward him.

He was abruptly lifted off the ground, disoriented as the world spun around him.

Shaking off the dizziness, he glanced back at the spot where he had just been standing—and the moment his eyes landed there, they widened in shock.

──In the exact spot he had just started running from, several arrows were embedded in the ground.

"Huh, eh...?"

The events unfolded so suddenly that Rocco could only blink in confusion, unable to process the situation.

After a few seconds, he finally understood what had happened, and a terrifying thought crossed his mind: if Laxus hadn’t pulled him into his arms just now, he would have...

His face turned paled instantly at the thought.

"Sorry, Rocco, did I hurt your neck?" Laxus’s voice was filled with concern.

"Ah... I’m... I’m fine..." Rocco stammered, still recovering from the shock.

"Good. Now, stay like this for a little while. It looks like we have a guest, and I need to take care of them."

Rocco tilted his head, puzzled by Laxus’s cryptic tone.

Peering out from Laxus’s arms and looking up, he saw Laxus’s smiling face—however, the cold, deadly intent flickering in his eyes took Rocco by surprise.

What was he seeing...?

Following Laxus’s gaze, Rocco froze once again.

In the dark garden ahead, a man who is dressed in black while holding a bow, stood up silently, almost blending into the shadows.

"Well, it looks like he doesn’t have an invitation," Laxus muttered casually, as if the situation was nothing to worry about.

The moment Rocco heard the words, a rush of memories flooded his mind.

The phrase Laxus just uttered—it felt strangely familiar.

Rocco realized he had heard it before.

It was from the past, from the original story he read in his previous life... a scene from Laxus’s recollection.

’──It seems he doesn’t have an invitation.’

It was a short line from a flashback in the original story, recounting a past experience of Laxus’s.

And now, Rocco had just recalled it.

The reason Laxus had a patch over his right eye in the original story is because...

This was because to a surprise attack he had suffered at a certain soirée in the past.

While being ambushed by an assassin armed with a bow and arrow, Laxus narrowly avoided a fatal wound but lost his right eye as a result of being struck by an arrow.

This intense flashback was depicted in just a few lines in the original story.