Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 113: Shadow of Despair

All he wanted now was to go home and collapse into bed.

As he turned on his heel to leave, his thoughts wandered.

Oh yeah, Vaan said he was going to propose to my sister tonight.

Did it go well?

He was only a few steps from the exit when an astonished voice called out from the entrance.

"Georgio?"

Georgio’s head shot up at the sound of the voice.

Standing there was his sister.

"What are you doing out here at this hour?" she asked.

"What about you? Weren’t you supposed to be on a date with Vaan tonight?" Georgio replied.

His sister, with her red hair tied up high, blinked in surprise as she stepped into the shed.

Normally, she would be wearing an apron, but tonight she was dressed in a floral dress made of what appeared to be fine fabric.

Georgio tilted his head and asked if she’d accepted Vaan’s proposal.

Her cheeks flushed faintly as she gave him a small nod.

It seemed the proposal had been a success.

I’ll have to tease Vaan about it tomorrow, Georgio thought while holding back a grin.

As he stifled his laughter, his sister suddenly spoke.

"There’s a flower I wanted to give to Vaan. I just came to pick it, and then I’ll head back."

"A flower?" Georgio blinked, puzzled.

His sister smiled softly and pointed to a corner of the shed.

Following her gesture, his eyes landed on a flower he didn’t recognize.

"There’s a message I want to convey to Vaan through the flower’s meaning," she said.

A message.

The words made Georgio understand her intentions.

How like her, he thought.

But will stiff, literal Vaan even understand flower language?

If not, he’d offer his help.

The thought of Vaan fumbling to grasp the meaning of the gift made him chuckle.

Georgio turned his gaze back to his sister with amusement.

Then, in an instant, a strange feeling washed over him.

His instincts screamed, and he yelled out.

"Sis, come here! Quickly!"

"What? What’s gotten into you so suddenly—"

She stopped mid-sentence, realizing it too.

The source of the unease was a shadow.

Her shadow, cast by the light, had grown larger—far larger than it should have been.

Georgio’s heart sank as he realized it wasn’t her shadow.

It was the shadow of a man standing right behind her.

How did I not sense him at all?

The man raised something thin and sharp high into the air and brought it down towards his sister with a swift motion.

Georgio watched, half-paralyzed.

His legs refused to move.

No, it wasn’t that he couldn’t move—it was that by the time his brain had processed the scene, the blade had already struck.

A horrifying slice cut through her body.

"G-Georgio, run—"

She tried to speak, likely to warn him to flee.

But the words never fully formed.

Blood poured from her mouth like frothy bubbles, and she collapsed to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Silence fell.

The man standing there exuded a pressure entirely different from the thugs Georgio had fought earlier.

This was someone formidable.

Georgio realized it immediately.

There was no mistaking it—this man was dangerous.

"You... just now," Georgio began, his voice trembling, and his heart pounding with both grief and fury.

In such moments, a normal person would probably rush to their fallen sister.

They would cry, overcome with emotion, as they knelt by the bloodied body of their loved one.

But Georgio wasn’t like that.

For some reason, he averted his eyes from his sister’s lifeless form almost immediately.

Instead, his gaze fixed firmly on the man standing before him—the one who had just taken her life.

"How did you do it?" Georgio asked, his voice low and shaking.

He could feel his eyes widen to their limit, his pupils dilating.

Every ounce of his attention was locked on the man in front of him.

This was the first person to ever completely evade his detection, to bypass his instincts so perfectly.

The man stepped closer, brazenly walking over Georgio’s sister’s body.

His boots pressed into the pool of blood as he came to a stop directly before Georgio.

Lowering his hooded face slightly, he spoke.

"Come with me. Stop pretending to be human and join us."

The meaning of the words escaped Georgio.

He stood frozen, unable to comprehend, until a beam of light broke his daze—the moon, emerging from behind the clouds.

The pale glow illuminated the man’s robe that was now splattered with blood.

Mary’s blood.

The sight triggered something within Georgio.

Like a film reel spinning uncontrollably, the events of the past few seconds replayed in his mind.

And then came the rage.

White-hot anger and searing hatred surged through him.

In an instant, Georgio’s hand shot to the small knife tucked at his side.

Without a thought, he drew it and slashed upward in one swift motion.

The attack took less than a second.

But the man evaded it with ease.

"Do you not yet recognize your true nature?" the man said calmly. "Very well. I’ll return when you’ve remembered your mission."

Before Georgio could react, the man turned around, his robe sweeping through the air as he moved.

His final words hung like a curse.

"To the two great families—despair and ruin. The time has come for us to rule the shadows of this kingdom."

"What... What are you?" Georgio demanded, his voice trembling with fury.

"I’ll be waiting for you, my kin," the man replied, his voice fading as he disappeared into the dark night.

Georgio stood there, stunned, staring at the void where the robed man had vanished.

Time passed in silence, the shed returning to stillness.

Then, faintly, a sound broke through—soft, choked sobs coming from the entrance.

Georgio’s hand tightened around the bloodied knife still in his grasp.

His legs moved unsteadily, his steps faltering as he turned toward the sound.

There, clinging desperately to the lifeless body of Georgio’s sister, was Vaan.