"Haha, what a cute theory. You're always so adorable, Rocco."
"Wha—what?! Why'd you say that all of a sudden?! That's totally something Laxus would say!"
As expected of Laxus's father.
His unexpected adorable comment left Rocco completely stunned.
His face turned bright red, and he flailed awkwardly, causing Laxus to puff out his cheeks in a pout and pull him into a tight hug.
Guh—too tight, too tight! Can't breathe!
"W-Wait. I get that there's something off about all this. But then… if Ares isn't the mastermind, who is? Who's the real villain?"
Rocco furrowed his brows and muttered to himself.
Saying it out loud like that was embarrassing, but he was too curious about the truth to care.
He tugged on Laxus's sleeve while looking up at him expectantly.
Come on, Laxus, explain it in a way even my dumb brain can understand.
Seeing Rocco's enthusiasm, Laxus chuckled and patted his head before gently explaining, much like Makarov had earlier.
