It was like some kind of nightmare mash-up of every bad situation imaginable.
The kind of atmosphere where one wrong word could get someone killed.
And worst of all…
The most dangerous person in the room was without a doubt—
His father.
"…Laxus, Laxus, put me down. I'm walking in."
"Hmm…? You sure? Your body doesn't hurt? You can walk?"
"I'm fine. I can handle a little walking, okay?"
Rocco wiggled his limbs to prove his point and slipping out of Laxus's arms.
As soon as he stepped forward into the room—
"…!! Rocco!!"
Sylas was the first to react, his sharp voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
Sylas did a dramatic double take, eyes widening before he shot up from his seat.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward and scooped Rocco into a tight embrace.
It was the kind of emotional climax you'd expect from a long-lost family reunion.
Not entirely sure what was going on, Rocco hesitantly returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Sylas in a clumsy squeeze.
