Chapter 282: The Real Mastermind
And then, with that same unsettling smile, Laxus had thrown a long-winded interrogation at him.
To Rocco, there was nothing more terrifying than facing a Laxus like this.
Because when someone he loved treated him the way they would treat someone they didn’t love, it was unbearably painful—enough to make him cry.
"Aaand you made him cry. Honestly, how childish. Laxus, you’re still nothing but an immature teenager."
"F-Father! Don’t just sit there laughing—help me out!"
"This is something you need to fix yourself. You upset him, so take responsibility and make it right. Honestly, considering how delicate Rocco is—practically like a fairy—you really are an idiot, Laxus."
"Ugh...!"
Makarov who is lounging lazily as he threw out his sharp remarks, earned a rare moment of speechlessness from Laxus.
Rocco, still teary-eyed, wondered if Laxus wasn’t actually angry after all.
Sylas pulled him even closer into a warm embrace.
Mmm... cozy.