Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 315: The Soul Transfer

"Very well. Let’s begin."

Ares mumbled something in resistance, but the crown prince completely ignored him and turned his attention back to Laxus.

Honestly, out of the entire royal family, the crown prince might be the only one who isn’t a total coward...

In the next moment, a tremendous surge of magical power flooded the air.

Both the crown prince and Ares released their magic at once.

Of course, Ares was probably being forced to do so by Makarov—he had been sniffling and looking pitiful this whole time.

Even someone as dull as Rocco could immediately sense the sheer overwhelming force of the magic.

The Del Fiore family, as distant relatives of the royal family, already possessed formidable magic power, and their head, Makarov, was proof of that.

But if the direct royal bloodline had magic of this caliber from birth...

Yeah, this is on a whole different level.

"Mmmgh...!"

The moment he let his guard down, he felt as if his consciousness might slip away.

A heavy pressure bore down on him, but Rocco gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure.

I have to protect Laxus. I have to drive Deimos out.

That single, unwavering resolve became his determination.

With his eyes shut tight, he tensed every muscle in his body, bracing himself.

Then, suddenly, the crown prince’s quiet murmur reached his ears, startling him into opening his eyes.

"...It’s here."

Rocco quickly lowered his gaze to Laxus’s chest.

From the area where his heart would be, a dark, ominous mass, shrouded in an eerie mist, slowly emerged—drawn toward the crown prince’s magic.

Rather than coming out on its own, it was as if it were being pulled by an invisible force, like a black hole sucking it in.

The sinister orb struggled for a moment as if resisting, but ultimately, its efforts were in vain—it was sucked into the crown prince’s chest.

From a short distance away, the royal guards called out in concern.

"Your Highness!"

Rocco glanced at the prince but quickly decided that Laxus was his priority right now.

He took a step back, still holding onto Laxus tightly.

Since he wasn’t strong enough to lift him, he dragged him across the floor a bit before stopping.

"Laxus! Laxus!"

He shook Laxus’s limp body. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Tears welled up and spilled down his face as he continued shaking him.

Then, after what felt like forever, Laxus finally let out a weak groan and furrowed his brows.

Rocco’s eyes widened.

That reaction—it was definitely Laxus’s.

Not Deimos.

Not anymore.

A brilliant smile broke across his tear-streaked face, and he shook Laxus even harder.

"Laxus!"

"Nn... mm...?"

Perhaps annoyed at being disturbed in his sleep, Laxus scrunched up his brows in frustration before slowly opening his eyes.

Those red eyes—Rocco stared into them, needing to be sure.

There was no haze, no darkness—just a deep, clear red, as bright and beautiful as a blooming rose.

It was him. Without a doubt.

"...Rocco?"

The warmth in Laxus’s voice, free of its usual coldness, made Rocco sniffle.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto Laxus’s face.

The wet sensation seemed to fully rouse him, and suddenly, Laxus’s eyes widened.

"Rocco!"

Overcome with emotion, Laxus lunged forward and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Rocco choked back his sobs, wrapping his arms around Laxus’s back in return.

He buried his face against Laxus’s chest, rubbing his cheek against him.

Laxus hugged him even tighter and, in a voice thick with regret, whispered, "Rocco... Rocco, I’m so sorry... I must have scared you so much. I’m really, really sorry..."

Judging from his reaction, Laxus seemed to remember everything Deimos had done while possessing him.

So he saw all of it? Every little thing?

Even... the moments when Rocco had been with someone else, when things had started to turn... less than innocent?

Oh no. That’s—

His face burned with embarrassment.

That’s too painful...!

He immediately buried his face deeper into Laxus’s chest.

"Uuu... Laxus! Don’t be mad...! Don’t hate me...!"

"Why would I ever hate you, Rocco? That’s impossible! I love you. I love you so much."

"Bweh! But... but... I did indecent things with Deimos...!"

"None of that was your fault, Rocco! If anything, I’m the one to blame—the one who couldn’t stop that bastard and could only stand by and watch. You did nothing wrong...!"

Laxus hugged him tightly while pressing gentle kisses to the top of his head.

Even as he showered Rocco with comfort and affection, the tears wouldn’t stop.

They flowed endlessly, like a waterfall.

What finally snapped him out of his crying fit was the tense commotion that erupted behind him.

"──Your Highness!"

Several voices, thick with urgency, called out to the crown prince.

Alarmed, Rocco whipped around.

There he was—the prince, his eyes clouded with a sinister red haze, thrashing violently.

But before he could do anything, Makarov swiftly cast his chain magic, and within moments, the prince was bound and forced to his knees.

"Ah...!"

The air was thick with an unbearable tension.

Rocco trembled, overwhelmed by the atmosphere, when suddenly Laxus scooped him up and quickly carried him to the corner of the room.

"Stay here, Rocco. Cover your eyes and ears, and curl up tightly, okay?"

"A-Ah... b-but, Laxus—?!"

Laxus gently set him down before turning on his heel, ready to rush back toward the prince.

Panic flared in Rocco’s chest.

He grabbed onto Laxus’s sleeve, gripping it tightly.

He knew he was getting in the way—he knew—but the fear wouldn’t go away.

He was scared.

What if Laxus got possessed by Deimos again?

What if this time, he never came back?

The thought was unbearable, and Rocco clung to him desperately, unable to let go.

Laxus, seeing his tear-filled eyes and trembling appearance, let out a soft chuckle and pulled him into a warm embrace.

"It’s okay now. His Highness is containing Deimos. All that’s left is for me to restrain him completely."

Rocco blinked his eyes in surprise.

Restrain Deimos?

Was that... even possible?