Just—
A collective 'Hmm.'
Especially from his father and Sylas.
They didn't even seem interested in the truth.
That…
That was rude.
Rocco had dramatically delivered the truth, and all he got was a half-hearted response?!
Feeling a little sulky, he pouted and lowered his head.
Immediately, Sylas scooped him up.
"My bad, Rocco," Sylas said, stroking his hair. "Honestly, I don't care about who's possessing who. All I see is a bastard who tried to hurt you."
"Mu-Muuuh…!"
Rocco puffed up his cheeks again.
This wasn't something to brush off!
As if trying to calm him down, Sylas gently patted his head.
His father, too, joined in, pinching his chubby cheeks.
Wait.
What was happening?
They had just been furious a second ago.
And now it was suddenly 'poke Rocco's cheeks' time?!
Confused but powerless against their affectionate assault, Rocco let them squish his face.
Then—
Makarov sighed dramatically.
