Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 112: Revenge and Resolve

But someone like Vaan, who’s anchored to the past—he never could.

"Well, let’s both do our best afterward, yeah?" Georgio said lightly.

"...Yeah," Vaan replied, his voice resigned.

Georgio let himself settle into his resolve.

The sun was sinking, and only a short time remained until the fateful night arrived.

If everything went as Vaan hoped, the Assassin Guild—an organization that rivaled even the two major mafia families in control of the underworld—would be utterly destroyed tonight.

The price of taking on such a colossal enemy meant Georgio might not walk away unscathed.

And that’s fine, Georgio thought.

As long as I can return to him, even if it’s just my bones.

"...Wait for me, Master," he murmured softly.

Georgio’s thoughts turned again to his current master, the one who now held his heart.

The love he felt for that boy, so alive and vibrant, contrasted sharply with the consuming revenge that had fueled him for so long.

Let’s finish this and go home.

I’ll shoulder Vaan’s hatred along with everything else.

Georgio had killed many people to reach this point, preparing meticulously for vengeance against the Assassin Guild that had taken his sister’s life.

It’ll work out.

At least a little.

Watch over me, lend me your strength—Sister.

For the sake of the future I’ve found.

As these forbidden thoughts filled his heart, Georgio felt a pang of longing for his beloved master.

He knew Vaan would kill him if he ever knew, but the yearning wouldn’t leave him.

...

The beginning of it all was when Georgio caught the attention of the Assassin Guild.

It must have been five or six years ago when they first set their sights on him.

As for why?

He vaguely remembered them saying something about recognizing his talent for killing.

In hindsight, they weren’t wrong about that.

But in the end, Georgio refused their offer.

To put it plainly, he turned down the guild’s recruitment.

That was probably his first mistake.

The guild members were persistent, unbearably so for someone like Georgio, who hated being hounded.

When their advances continued for half a year, he finally lost his patience.

One day, when they came to recruit him yet again, he lashed out and beat them senseless.

He didn’t think he killed any of them—then again, maybe he did.

He’d been pretty annoyed at the time and didn’t exactly remember all the details.

Regardless, that was the moment he made the Assassin Guild his enemy.

Now, a sudden shift in the story.

At the time, Georgio’s sister, Mary, had a fiancé.

His name was Vaan, and he was a remarkably devoted man.

Though Georgio didn’t understand much about love, even he had to admit Vaan’s feelings for Mary were genuine.

He was sure that one day, Mary and Vaan would get married and become even happier than they already were. Even someone like Georgio, who wasn’t used to thinking about such things, could sense how harmonious their relationship was.

That was, of course, until the night Vaan proposed to Mary.

That day, Georgio was in the stockroom of the flower shop Mary ran.

There wasn’t any particular reason for it.

If anything, he was just casually scouting out which flowers might be good for their wedding.

Georgio didn’t have much interest in flowers, so he couldn’t decide which ones would be suitable for a wedding.

In fact, he was a little overwhelmed by how many types of flowers there actually were.

As Georgio prepared to leave the storage shed, thinking he had wasted his time, it happened.

Emerging from the shadows like phantoms, members of the Assassin Guild appeared, dressed in pitch-black from head to toe.

"What’s this? You’re here again? I already told you I’m not joining your guild," Georgio said casually.

There were three of them—or rather, five, counting the ones hiding in the shadows.

Quite a crowd, he thought, his tone nonchalant as he addressed them.

However, it became clear that tonight’s visit wasn’t the usual recruitment pitch.

The group unsheathed their weapons in unison, pointing them straight at him.

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"Oh, let me guess—this is revenge? Or maybe your pride took too much of a hit?"

The thought amused him so much he couldn’t help but chuckle.

For a guild of assassins to have suffered a setback at the hands of a kid like him must have been mortifying.

If Georgio were to spread word of it, they’d probably be too embarrassed to show their faces on the streets at night.

So, the Assassin Guild is really just a bunch of overly proud, second-rate killers, he thought, feeling a bit disappointed.

With every laugh that escaped his lips, the tension in the air around the guild members grew heavier.

Their irritation was palpable.

Assassins should be skilled at suppressing their emotions, Georgio mused, but these clumsy amateurs had been sent his way.

It was insulting, really.

"...Master’s orders. You are to die," one of them finally spoke, their tone cold and deliberate.

Georgio raised an eyebrow, pouting slightly at the ominous pronouncement.

So they came here to silence me, huh?

Still, these amateurs weren’t even worth breaking a sweat over.

He wasn’t just some ordinary person, after all.

The Assassin Guild themselves had recognized his talents.

There was no way he’d be outdone by the likes of them.

Dodging their slow, lumbering attacks was almost laughably easy.

He evaded, struck back, and tossed them aside as they came at him in predictable waves.

It didn’t take long to turn the tables on them.

"What is this supposed to be? A farce?" Georgio muttered, exasperated.

The grim atmosphere they’d brought with them had initially made him feel a hint of unease, but in the end, the confrontation was so anticlimactic that he couldn’t help but sigh.

That slight sense of foreboding he’d felt earlier?

Clearly just his imagination.

"I’m tired," he muttered to himself.

The unexpected skirmish had left him physically drained.