Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 303: The Fox’s Truth

"At that time, Lord Ares had no interest in ’Georgio the Hyena.’ Every incident surrounding that particular killer was orchestrated solely by the First Prince."

So that’s how it was...

That meant Ares had no connection to Georgio’s vendetta.

Hmm...

Wait.

That also meant that, back then—before Georgio became ’Georgio the Hyena’—Deimos was just as skilled as him, if not stronger.

...That guy was that powerful?

Rocco had only seen him panting over him while pinning him down... or chained up in captivity.

How was he supposed to know?!

Laxus, looking intrigued, spoke up. "So, they’ve been sharing a body for that long? Does that mean they both have control over switching? Deimos is in control now, but could the First Prince force his way to the surface?"

Mir, once again, turned away without a word.

And, once again, Laxus raised his fist with a smile.

Rocco quickly stepped in to calm him down, before repeating the same question in a gentler tone.

This time, Mir answered properly.

"Their consciousness can switch freely. Both have equal authority. However, it is only natural that Lord Ares has not surfaced."

"Natural? Why?"

"Because Lord Ares is a coward. Do you honestly think he could endure the torture that comes with interrogation?"

"...Hmph. Do you like Ares or are you mocking him? Pick one..."

Mir’s loyalty to Ares was undeniable, but every now and then, he made these strangely blunt remarks.

Well, whatever.

At least now Rocco had a better understanding of Ares and Deimos’s body-sharing situation, as well as the truth behind Georgio’s past.

But... there was still one thing nagging at him.

That ’offering’ comment.

"Alright, alright. So then, what exactly did you mean by ’offering’? Now that I think about it, Deimos has said something similar before..."

When they first met, Deimos had called him ’a sacrifice’ or something along those lines.

What was that all about?

Rocco tilted his head in confusion. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Mir, rather than avoiding the question, answered plainly.

"Have you heard about the Ritual of the Demon?"

"Oh, yeah. You sacrifice a bunch of lives to obtain a demon soul, right?"

"Exactly. And you also know that, because of this, the First Prince has been possessing the bodies of his descendants for generations."

Rocco nodded.

It was complicated, and his head was spinning a little, but he understood.

After performing the Ritual of the Demon, Deimos had gained an immortal soul and had continued to live by possessing his own bloodline.

This time, his target had been Ares.

Originally, he had intended to take over Laxus—a brilliant heir from the Del Fiore family, which was a branch of the royal bloodline.

But that plan had ultimately failed.

How did all of this tie back to the ’offering’ remark?

Rocco tilted his head in confusion, prompting Mir to explain in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.

"I don’t know all the details, but apparently, your pure soul is the final ingredient needed to perfect an artificially created demon soul—one formed through the Ritual of the Demon."

"Uhh... Ummm... That sounds... really complicated..."

Even if he didn’t fully understand the mechanics, Rocco at least grasped one thing—this was a really big deal.

But that was about all he understood.

As he furrowed his brows in frustration, Mir let out a sigh before rephrasing his explanation in simpler terms.

"In other words, the First Prince is trying to complete an unfinished ritual of the demon. To do that, he needs your soul—the last missing component."

"Hmm... I see... Wait—WHAT?!"

The sheer scale of the revelation sent Rocco flying into the air in shock.

He still didn’t completely get it, but he knew one thing for sure—this was really, really bad.

...

"Hey, Deimos! Is it true you’re trying to cook up some super soul by using mine?!"

"...I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about."

The moment the interrogation with Mir ended, Rocco sprinted at full speed toward Deimos’s cell and burst in, yelling indignantly.

Deimos who is still chained up as always, gave him a look of pure bewilderment.

Clearly, he thought Rocco was spouting complete nonsense.

But Rocco wasn’t about to be fooled that easily!

"Don’t play dumb! The rice is already on the plate!"

"Rocco, Rocco... I hate to say this, but I think he genuinely doesn’t understand what you’re talking about. Also, it’s not the rice that’s ready—it’s the fish."

"HUH?!"

Realizing Deimos’s confusion wasn’t an act but completely genuine, Rocco nearly burst into tears.

Was he implying that Rocco just had terrible vocabulary skills?!

How rude!

Still fuming, Rocco stomped up to Deimos’s side, standing tall and scowling down at him.

Deimos blinked up at him, looking mildly intrigued.

Alright! This time, he wouldn’t let Deimos brush him off with a ’I don’t get it.’

He was going to explain it properly and get to the bottom of this.

He could do it—he was a capable boy, yes he was!

A retry was no problem at all!

"Ahem! So basically, you took some weird, misshapen demon soul from the ritual and are trying to use my awesome, well-balanced soul to turn it into something super cool, right?! That’s what I was saying!"

"...Ah, so that’s what you meant. Understood. I suppose I never actually explained that part, did I? Yes, that’s correct. I intended to use your soul to complete my own incomplete one."

"Wha—?! Y-you admitted it way too easily! Isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to deny it?! That’s how this is supposed to go!"

Now Rocco was the one utterly baffled.

Wasn’t this the part where Deimos should’ve said something like, ’That’s ridiculous!’ or ’You’ve got it all wrong!’?

That’s how these things usually played out, right?!

...Right?!

"Hah. Why would I bother hiding it? I’ve already revealed everything about the Ritual of the Demon. Besides, I promised to tell you everything. There’s no reason to conceal my gaol now."

"...Huh. When you put it that way, that makes sense..."

Rocco nodded to himself, realizing he might’ve been overthinking things.

Oops.

His bad.