Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 155: Comrade or Irregularity?

"By the way, I heard that during Georgio the Hyena incident, the Master behind you killed his sister without any warning, am I right?"

Laxus casually mentioned, as though he had just recalled it.

Rocco blinked his eyes in recognition.

That’s right... Georgio’s sister was killed without warning, and afterwards, the mastermind approached Georgio to recruiting him.

The movements of the enemy in front of them now seemed eerily similar to what happened with the Georgio at that time.

The man in from of them had answered Laxus’s words with a low voice.

"...We don’t allow any attachments. To fulfill our master’s noble desire, any existence that might delay a comrade’s decision must be eliminated beforehand."

The enemy calmly explained this rule.

Upon hearing it, Laxus fell silent for a few seconds before flashing a light, cheerful smile.

"I see. Well then, you’re dismissed."

Laxus’s voice was so nonchalant, as if he were giving up on everything.

Rocco blinked, caught off guard.

He had expected Laxus to be cunning, wise, and cautious, thinking that, no matter how ridiculous it sounded, he would at least gather some information from the enemy.

But the tone of his voice was one that suggested he didn’t even want to hear any more.

Rocco’s eyes widened in surprise.

Laxus’s eyes, though, were quietly burning with anger.

"...Aren’t you curious about who we really are?"

"No, not really. I already have a pretty good idea of who is your master, anyway."

Laxus pulled a handgun from his inner pocket and pointed it at the enemy.

"Talking about ’selection’ and all that... you really think you can look down on us? You’re just a loser desperately struggling. Who do you think you’re messing with?"

The cheerful smile and the dark, ominous words didn’t match at all.

That dissonant image made Rocco see the real Laxus Del Fiore he knew.

Cunning, arrogant, full of self-pride, and as grand as the name he bore.

A tyrant who didn’t see others as people, a perfect example of a dictator.

Given that Laxus had brought Sylas to ruin in the original story, it wasn’t odd for him to be this kind of person.

"Don’t be so presumptuous as to talk about ’selection’ in front of me. I’m the one who decides, always. The right to choose between me and my enemy belongs to me alone. The lives of most people are always in the palm of my hand."

Without hesitation, Laxus pulled the trigger, his stance like that of a devil offering a brief moment before death.

"Now, make your choice. Do you want me to kill you? Or do you to kill yourself?"

The enemy, with a faint hint of desperation, nocked his arrow and prepared to shoot.

It seemed he had decided that negotiating with Laxus was impossible.

As for Rocco, he could only tremble in Laxus’s arms, unable to do anything.

It seemed like they were entering the scenario where Laxus would lose his right eye... but somehow, it felt different from what he had expected.

He had thought that Laxus would be in a more disadvantageous situation, but right now it seemed like only the enemy was being cornered.

Could it be that the original story and its developments were slightly different?

Rocco began to wonder if the cause of the "bug" was... well, the fact that he, who shouldn’t even be in this scenario, was here.

But no, that was ridiculous—his presence couldn’t possibly be the reason for any shift in Laxus’s fate.

He shook his head as if escaping reality, muttering to himself.

"You know, not only am I selecting your life, but I’m also letting you choose... I’m so kind," Laxus said, grinning with a cheerful smile.

Rocco’s face paled slightly.

If he was being serious, this wasn’t just confusing—it was a whole different level of troublesome.

Laxus wasn’t kind at all!

But Rocco didn’t have the strength to say it out loud, so he quietly covered his ears and closed his eyes.

Because, honestly, he thought the enemy was going to die, and he didn’t want to witness the moment of death.

He didn’t want to see it.

As he thought this, he heard the sharp sound of a gunshot echo through the air.

The first shot was dodged.

Given that the enemy dared to challenge Laxus with just a bow, there must have been some degree of confidence in their chances.

Apparently, it wasn’t mere overconfidence.

However, Laxus seemed to have expected the first shot to miss.

He wasn’t shaken in the slightest and methodically followed up with a second and third shot.

"Will you not reconsider, our would-be comrade?"

The enemy while narrowly evading the gunfire, voiced the question, it was tinged with faint desperation.

Rocco, who used one of the gazebo’s pillars as a shield to block the enemy’s arrows, let out a derisive laugh at the words.

"I’m surprised. You still consider me a comrade?"

"There is little time, but recruiting a capable comrade is worth the effort," the enemy replied.

"Is that so? Was Georgio the Hyena also one of these ’capable comrades’ you speak of?"

Laxus seemingly uninterested in the enemy’s desperation, he asked this question with a nonchalant grin.

The mention of Georgio immediately caught Rocco’s attention.

He glanced upward sharply, his focus breaking from his usual passive, background demeanor.

Georgio was Rocco’s precious family, and if this enemy was connected to the "mastermind" who had harmed Georgio, there was no way Rocco could ignore it.

Not that he had any real ability to intervene, but still.

"Georgio the Hyena was indeed one of our capable comrades," the enemy admitted. "But he has since fallen into the hands of lesser humans. And that person you hold in your arms is the real irregularity to us."

"...Huh? Me?"

Rocco, who had been silently observing the showdown between the protagonist and the villain as if munching on imaginary popcorn, suddenly found himself thrust into the spotlight.

Blinking his eyes in shock, he froze for a moment.