The Soirée and the Cursed Child

Still, no matter how unfathomable it seemed, the story dictated that Sylas would eventually be ensnared by Laxus.

It was an unchangeable fact, but Rocco wasn't ready to accept it.

Rocco tightened his grip on Sylas's hand.

"Big Brother, I swear—I'll absolutely protect you!" Rocco declared, clenching his fist with resolve.

Sylas blinked at him in surprise, then his expression softened into a warm, gentle smile.

"…I see. How dependable," Sylas said with quiet affection.

The Del Fiore family's secondary residence served as the venue for that evening's gala, specifically its grand hall.

As Rocco entered the hall alongside his father and Sylas, an unsettling sensation washed over him.

It felt as though every eye in the room was on them—or more specifically, on him.

This wasn't just his imagination.

The piercing stares were blatantly directed his way, and the intensity made Rocco's heart pound with anxiety.