A thin trickle of blood dripped from Sylas's nose.
"Big Brother?!"
He yelped in alarm, but Sylas seemed completely unresponsive.
Muttering something under his breath, he collapsed backward, as if he had just been shot.
It looked serious.
Rocco immediately leaped from his father's lap and pressed his ear close to Sylas's lips.
At least let me hear your final words…
Sniff, sniff… Don't die, Big Brother…!
"…That… actually doesn't sound bad."
"BIG BROTHERRR!"
Sylas had ascended with the most peaceful expression imaginable.
With a dramatic wail, Rocco clung to his lifeless body.
Some Time Later…
Once again, Rocco had invited his friend Laxus over to his estate.
At this point, he had lost count of how many times they had played together.
Every time they met, Laxus seemed to become even more alluring.
Even as a child, he had always had an unusual air about him—almost too captivating for someone his age.
And now, as an 18 year old young man?
It was even more overwhelming.
