An overwhelming, oppressive pressure, unlike anything he had ever felt before, made his body stiffen.
It felt as if the air itself was heavier.
The Don Ferocelli family, who were only serving as intermediaries, quickly left after guiding them to the hall.
Perhaps it was this straightforwardness that earned the Don Ferocelli family the trust of the two major families, allowing them to be recognized as neutral.
But Rocco didn't have time to think about such things.
His focus was on the long table, which seemed to stretch endlessly, wondering how many people it could seat.
Already occupying seats at the table were two people.
One was Laxus, and the other—likely the Head of the Del Fiore family—was a beautiful man with strikingly similar pure black hair to Laxus's.
The man, who was probably the head of the Del Fiore family, had a subordinate standing behind him.