If so, they must have gone to the Di Malvento family to get help.
Which meant—
Makarov was right.
Reinforcements would be here soon.
"Oh, thank goodness…"
Rocco sighed, feeling relieved all over again.
But before he could fully relax—
Makarov suddenly poked his cheek.
Boop.
"…Mmh?"
Rocco blinked up at him in confusion.
What was that for?
What did he want now?
Makarov, still smiling, asked casually—
"So… are you going to explain now?"
"…Explain what?"
Rocco's stomach dropped.
Makarov's expression didn't change, but his eyes sharpened slightly.
"How did an outsider's soul end up inside Laxus's body?"
Oh.
Right.
Rocco froze.
…He needed to explain.
For some reason, he had just assumed Makarov already knew everything.
Makarov had been moving so confidently this whole time, making such precise decisions—it felt like he had everything figured out.
But he didn't.
Rocco swallowed his saliva and nodded his head rapidly.
