Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 247: Overprotective Madness

Sure, plenty of kids had blurted out "I wanna marry Papa!" before, and some fathers might humor them...

But a father who actually tried to go through with it?

That was a whole new level of insane.

There they were—

A smug, triumphant father.

A son too stunned to move.

And a group of officials who are now completely devoid of life after enduring one absurdity after another.

As if ignoring all of it, Strasbourg elegantly stepped forward.

With a cool, unwavering voice, he delivered a merciless truth.

"Master. Regrettably, marriage between father and son is not legally permitted. A union with Young Master Rocco is impossible."

Rocco’s eyes twitched.

Yeah, no kidding.

Even without being told, it’s obviously against the law.

Beside him, his father’s expression crumbled.

True despair seeped into his voice as he uttered a single, shattered breath—

"W-What...?"

No, no, this wasn’t some tragic bad ending.

Why was this troublesome father acting like the world had ended over something so obvious?

Wait—had he been seriously planning to go through with it?

Had he truly been willing to marry Rocco just to grant his so-called "whim"?

Rocco had no idea what was going on in his father’s head.

As he furrowed his brows, his father suddenly muttered bitterly under his breath:

"Tch... If only I could have arranged the marriage, then neither that damn crown prince nor Del Fiore’s son could have taken him away..."

...W-Wait.

So that was his plan!?

He had actually considered inbreeding just to keep Rocco from being taken by someone else?!

Probably no one else in the room had caught that whispered confession.

Which meant only Rocco (and possibly Strasbourg, judging by his deeply exasperated expression) had realized just how ridiculous his father’s thought process was.

Rocco let out a slow breath.

Good.

As long as no one else heard, they could keep his father’s idiocy from spreading.

The last thing they needed was rumors of "His Majesty the Clueless."

"The most suitable partner for Rocco is—first, me. Second, me. And third... Sylas."

His father chanted his overprotective parent mantra with utmost seriousness before solemnly nodding and looking down at Rocco.

His grip on Rocco’s shoulders tightened—heavy, firm, and full of conviction.

Rocco shuddered.

Why does he look so serious?

Before he could escape, his father’s deep voice resonated with the weight of a profound lesson.

"Rocco, you shall marry Sylas. He is more than qualified to be your husband."

"If father and son can’t marry, then obviously siblings can’t either!" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Strasbourg delivered a crisp, merciless retort.

The fact that he had completely dropped his usual formal speech showed just how done he was.

As their father slumped into another dramatic wave of despair, Rocco awkwardly patted his head in consolation.

Just then—

BANG!

The study doors burst open with impressive force.

"—I heard everything."

A smug aura radiated from the doorway.

The speaker’s long, glossy hair, tied in a high ponytail, swayed as he stepped forward.

It was Sylas.

His satisfied expression—despite being completely emotionless—practically screamed "Hmph, as expected."

"As expected of Father. I gladly accept this brilliant proposal."

The court officials, who had been silently enduring the chaos since the beginning, now resembled lifeless statues.

They had long stopped trying to keep up.

Sylas ignored them entirely, striding forward without hesitation.

Before Rocco could react, Sylas knelt gracefully in front of him, still held in their father’s arms.

With effortless elegance, he took Rocco’s hand—

And pressed a light kiss upon it.

Rocco’s brain short-circuited.

"We’ve had enough interference from that fool Del Fiore and the crown prince. But thinking about it now... no one else is more suitable than me."

His amethyst eyes gleamed with absolute confidence.

"Alright, Rocco. Let’s get married."

The sheer audacity of it left Rocco frozen, mouth and eyes wide open.

Desperate, he turned to his father for help—only to find him nodding in deep satisfaction.

Hopeless.

Completely hopeless.

Slowly, Rocco turned back to Sylas.

His brother’s gaze burned with unmistakable seriousness.

"Rocco. Surely, you’d find me far more appealing than that black-hearted pervert or that cowardly, incompetent crown prince?"

Rocco hesitated.

Well... yeah, that’s... actually true.

For a fleeting moment, he nearly nodded his head in agreement—because the flaws of the other two were painfully obvious.

Laxus had a habit of locking people up and was an obsessive yandere, while the crown prince was just... an idiot.

Compared to them, Sylas seemed much more normal.

Compared to them.

If you compared him to an average person, he was still a complete lunatic.

A total sadist. Cough, cough.

But regardless, marrying one’s own sibling was simply not an option.

Ethically speaking.

If there were actual romantic feelings involved, that might be another story—but in Rocco and Sylas’s case, this was just sibling affection.

Marrying Sylas just because his brother complex had spiraled out of control?

Yeah.

That was... uh, not ideal.

So, as a responsible younger brother, Rocco decided to reason with him.

"Brother, this is unacceptable. Siblings cannot marry, you know?"

"...? And? I’ll just become king and change the law."

Oh no.

That was a full-blown rebellion declaration!

And why was their father nodding in approval instead of stopping him?!

At this rate, the villain wouldn’t even get defeated for a happy ending—Sylas would become the villain himself and drag them straight into a bad ending.

That could not happen.

Panicking, Rocco shook his head fiercely and raised his hands in an "X" gesture.

Think, think!

What could possibly stop a rampaging brother complex—?!

"If we get married... I won’t be able to call you ’Big Brother’ anymore!

"You’d be... ’Husband’ instead!"

"——...!?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire room gasped.

Not just one person.

Everyone.

His father’s grip on him tightened almost painfully.

Strasbourg who is standing off to the side, buried his face in his hands as if he couldn’t bear to watch any further.

Wait... did I say something horribly wrong?

Rocco began trembling, but before he could say anything else—