But before he could say anything, Laxus, completely delighted, started walking with a spring in his step.
"Rocco! You're back...!"
The moment they come out from the underground prison, they were met by Sylas and his father who are both looking deeply concerned.
As soon as they spotted him, they rushed forward, their expressions urgent.
Like always, they tried to pluck Rocco out of Laxus's arms—
But this time, Rocco clung onto Laxus, pressing himself against him as if refusing to be separated.
That made them freeze.
Usually, either Laxus would resist, or they'd just take him without issue.
But now?
Rocco himself was shaking his head and clinging tightly.
Their faces twisted in shock—like their entire world had just crumbled.
"W-What...!"
"Rocco? It's me, your father! Papa!"
It was unclear whether they couldn't believe it or just didn't want to.
Frantically, they tried to coax him out of Laxus's arms.
But Rocco remained perfectly calm.
