Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 70: Unexpected Kindness and the Puppy Hunt

Rocco was taken aback.

Was Sylas saying he’d noticed his nervousness and was trying to help?

Had that been the reason behind the sudden gift of a dandelion?

The gesture had seemed so uncharacteristic of Sylas that Rocco had suspected some sort of trap.

Reflecting on this, he felt a twinge of guilt for doubting his brother’s intentions.

"U-uh... Thank you, Brother," Rocco stammered.

The unexpected kindness from a brother who supposedly hated him was both surprising and a little overwhelming.

His cheeks flushed a rosy red as he expressed his gratitude.

Unable to shake his embarrassment, Rocco lowered his gaze and buried his face slightly into the dandelion.

At that moment, Sylas suddenly let out a strained groan and clutching his chest as he dropped to one knee.

"Guh...!" Sylas winced.

Rocco blinked in confusion.

What was happening?

Why was Sylas acting like this?

Was he in pain?

"...Have you calmed down even a little?" Sylas asked through gritted teeth, still kneeling.

Rocco tilted his head, utterly perplexed.

Wasn’t that supposed to be his question?

Then, suddenly, he remembered. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Oh no!

Sylas had been in the middle of asking what Rocco was doing here when the whole dandelion distraction derailed the conversation.

How could he have forgotten?

Feeling a little sheepish, Rocco idly stroked the dandelion’s petals as he nodded.

He realized he had to tell the truth, even if it felt risky.

Dodging the question wouldn’t help.

If something had happened to his little puppy, it would be far worse to waste time.

It was better to come clean and even ask for Sylas’s help.

"Um, actually, it’s about..my puppy," Rocco said cautiously. "He’s gone missing."

"Your puppy?" Sylas replied, his expression clouding with confusion. "You own a dog?"

The disbelief in his tone was unmistakable, and his brow furrowed as if the concept itself was hard to grasp.

Rocco nodded his head again, using his hands to gesture energetically in an attempt to describe his missing puppy, Laxus.

"He’s about this big, all fluffy and squishy—a little ball of fur like cotton candy or marshmallows. He’s really so cute!"

"...Cute," Sylas muttered.

"...! Yes, yes! Exactly! He’s an unbelievably adorable puppy!"

Rocco poured all his enthusiasm into his explanation, his gestures growing more animated.

Sylas furrowed his brows slightly, his cheeks faintly tinged with color.

He murmured the word "cute" again, his expression unreadable yet strangely intense.

Although Sylas’s focused gaze on him felt oddly fervent, Rocco nodded eagerly in agreement.

Of course, Laxus was adorable—he couldn’t have described him better himself!

"Ha! Yes, exactly! Hmph, hmph, fsss fsss!" Rocco puffed out his chest, his pride swelling as if Sylas’s praise for Laxus was directed at him personally.

Sylas, seemingly lost in thought, continued to stare at Rocco with a vacant yet intense gaze.

"...Cute," he repeated, almost like he was mulling the word over.

Rocco’s confidence wavered under the weight of Sylas’s unwavering stare.

The way Sylas said it, while looking right at him, made Rocco’s cheeks flush.

It felt as though the compliment was meant for him, and the idea was both embarrassing and flustering.

Hastily turning his face away, Rocco tried to hide the warmth spreading across his cheeks.

Suddenly, Sylas stood up and, without warning, scooped Rocco into his arms.

Before Rocco could react, Sylas started walking off silently.

The abruptness of it all left Rocco frozen for a few seconds, but he quickly snapped out of it.

Startled, he flailed his arms and legs, exclaiming, "What’s going on?!"

Sylas glanced down at him, his face calm as ever, and tilted his head slightly in question.

"...You’re looking for the dog, aren’t you? Stop squirming, or you’ll fall."

Sylas’s matter-of-fact tone only confused Rocco further, but the quiet determination in his brother’s movements left no room for argument.

Rocco’s vigorous resistance, complete with exaggerated flailing, was effortlessly brushed off by Sylas, who remained as terse and composed as ever while marching forward.

Wait a second.

Yes, it was true that they needed to find the puppy.

However, why exactly did this mean he had to be carried off like this by Sylas?

Pouting indignantly, Rocco frowned and puffed out his cheeks.

His expression seemed to spark a flicker of confusion in Sylas, who tilted his head slightly.

"...Aren’t you looking for the dog?" Sylas asked, his voice calm but questioning.

"Yes, I am!" Rocco huffed. "But—but I can’t search properly if you won’t put me down!"

Rocco flailed his arms and legs in protest, trying to convey his frustration through sheer physical expression.

His entire demeanor screamed I’m upset!.

Sylas blinked his eyes slowly, his face betraying a faint trace of exasperation as he looked down at him.

"If I let you wander on your own, you’ll definitely get lost," Sylas said flatly. "Stop fidgeting and stay still."

"Gah!" Rocco froze, his entire body stiffening at the bluntness of Sylas’s words.

Sure, Rocco had a slight tendency to get turned around—a teeny, tiny bit of directional confusion, really—but that didn’t mean Sylas had to say it so harshly!

From the outside, Rocco prided himself on being a suave, ultra-cool older brother.

And yet here was Sylas, dismissing him like he was some clueless child.

Absolutely will get lost?!

Where did that certainty even come from?!

Feeling thoroughly indignant, Rocco puffed out his cheeks like an irate squirrel, his expression practically shouting I’m mad! as he glared at Sylas.

"Mmmph!"

Yet, despite Rocco’s best efforts to convey his displeasure, Sylas remained entirely unaffected by it.

Whether he didn’t notice or simply chose to ignore it, Sylas continued walking without even sparing Rocco a glance.

"Ugh," Rocco grumbled in his heart.

Why does he have to look so calm and composed, even while searching?

It’s so annoying!

With every step Sylas took, his quiet determination only made Rocco’s frustration bubble higher.

Still, there was no denying that Sylas’s steady confidence made it feel like the search was going to be okay—whether Rocco liked it or not.