Everyone seemed to be nodding in agreement with Makarov's opinion, so Rocco felt the pressure to contribute to the discussion.
He concentrated hard, determined to come up with a clever deduction of his own.
However, since he wasn't used to intense mental exertion, his brain, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of thought, seemed to overheat and sputter out like a machine pushed beyond its limits.
"Ah, w-whoa…!"
"Father! Rocco seems unwell!"
Rocco slumped back against the chair, his flushed cheeks giving him a dazed appearance.
Sylas who is sitting beside him, quickly reached out to steady him, pulling him into a firm embrace.
His brother's voice carried a note of urgency as he addressed their father.
As Sylas held him tightly, Rocco's gaze darted around the room in panic.
This was bad.
The members of the Del Fiore family were staring at him in shock, their eyes wide with surprise.