Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 132: Meeting of Fates

An overwhelming, oppressive pressure, unlike anything he had ever felt before, made his body stiffen.

It felt as if the air itself was heavier.

The Don Ferocelli family, who were only serving as intermediaries, quickly left after guiding them to the hall.

Perhaps it was this straightforwardness that earned the Don Ferocelli family the trust of the two major families, allowing them to be recognized as neutral.

But Rocco didn’t have time to think about such things.

His focus was on the long table, which seemed to stretch endlessly, wondering how many people it could seat.

Already occupying seats at the table were two people.

One was Laxus, and the other—likely the Head of the Del Fiore family—was a beautiful man with strikingly similar pure black hair to Laxus’s.

The man, who was probably the head of the Del Fiore family, had a subordinate standing behind him.

His subordinate was also quite handsome, but there was something unsettling about him, as if he lacked any human warmth and giving off an eerie, almost doll-like vibe.

Laxus’s subordinate was similarly enigmatic, wearing a hood deep over his face, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

Overall, the entire family gave off an air of mystery, even a subtle sense of dread—a feeling that Rocco couldn’t quite place.

As these unsettling thoughts filled his mind, Rocco inadvertently squeezed Sylas’s hand tightly, feeling the fear spread through him.

He hoped Sylas hadn’t noticed.

When Rocco cautiously glanced up to check, Sylas immediately tightened his grip, offering silent reassurance.

Relieved by Sylas’s firm grasp, Rocco held his tongue and proceeded through the heavy atmosphere of the hall.

Even after taking his seat behind his father, Sylas continued to hold Rocco’s hand tightly under the table.

Behind his father stood Strasbourg, behind Sylas stood Philip, and behind Rocco stood Ragar, Georgio, and Mahmoud.

It seemed like Rocco alone was under strict guard.

And still, the silence lingered.

Rocco glanced up at the head of the table, but his father remained silent with his arms crossed.

It seemed he doesn’t have intention of speaking first.

Wondering what the Del Fiore family would do, Rocco shifted his gaze.

"—Ah, Marcus. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since Lady Lilica’s funeral, I believe?"

The voice of the Head of the Del Fiore family broke the long-standing tension in the room.

"I had thought you’d still be wallowing in grief over your deceased wife. But, it seems you’re doing much better now. Did the second wife turn out to be surprisingly useful?"

The tense atmosphere that had briefly lifted came crashing back down after those words, filling the room with an even heavier, more oppressive tension.

Naturally, Rocco, being a nervous and timid person, stiffened and lowered his gaze.

If he looked at his father’s face now, he might just die from the fear.

"Your jokes have never been funny," his father replied calmly.

However, the rising fear and ominous feeling that he could feel emanating from him telling him otherwise.

When Rocco looked up, he immediately locked eyes with Laxus, who was sitting diagonally across from him.

He froze in place, visibly flustered.

He quickly tried to look away, but before he could, Laxus waved cheerfully at him with a big, bright smile, making it impossible for him to avoid the eye contact.

Why is he waving now?! Rocco thought, pale with embarrassment.

It seemed the Head of the Del Fiore family had noticed the exchange between him and Laxus, as he tilted he heads in curiosity and shifted the conversation in their direction.

"Oh? This Little Cutie... You must be... Rocco, was it? Are you acquainted with our Laxus?"

"Eh?! H-huh?!"

Rocco was taken aback.

Me? Me, you’re asking? Shouldn’t you be asking the older one first, not me, the little one?

He hadn’t expected to be addressed by the Head of the Del Fiore family, and in his panic and fear, he froze, unable to respond at all.

Still, why did the Head of the Del Fiore family falling him Little Cutie? He wasn’t Cute! He’s Cool!

As Rocco’s mind spun in panic, trying to make sense of it all, Laxus answered the question in his place.

"We’ve met a few times. With Sylas, too."

Rocco froze, suddenly realizing the meaningful exchange of glances between Laxus and the Head of the Del Fiore family.

These two are in cahoots!

The Head of the Del Fiore family must already know that his son had made contact with the Di Malventos!

In a cold sweat, Rocco glanced nervously at Sylas sitting next to him.

I wonder if Sylas is upset after hearing Laxus’s teasing words...

He anxiously stole a glance, only to find that Sylas’s expression was calm and composed, very much like his father’s.

...Wait, is it just me who’s trembling?

Rocco suddenly realized, stiffening in surprise.

As he blinked his eyes in confusion, the Del Fiore father and son suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ahaha! Just like you said, Laxus. Rocco is such a cute kid," the hlHead of the Del Fiore family laughed.

"He falls for any simple trap or joke. I told you, his many expressions are absolutely adorable," Laxus added with a grin.

The Del Fiore father and son continued to laugh and chat merrily.

Rocco was left completely confused, his face blank with bewilderment.

From beside him, he heard Sylas and his father’s exasperated sighs, and it only made his confusion grow.

"Makarov... stop teasing Rocco. Let’s get to the point..."

"Well, well, there’s no rush for serious talk. What’s more important right now is that I’m very curious about your second son," the Head of the Del Fiore family said with a seductive glance, sending a shiver down Rocco’s spine.

Rocco who is still puzzled and confused, suddenly felt the weight of the gaze directed at him.

He had been instructed by his father and Sylas to stay quiet during the meeting, yet everything was unfolding completely differently.

Noticing all eyes on him, he instinctively lowered his head.