"…He's often called a cursed child," Sylas continued, his voice almost a whisper. "Just showing those eyes in public draws constant stares and whispered insults. It's no wonder he finds it tiresome."
Sylas's words struck Rocco like a jolt.
How could he have forgotten?
Laxus's red eyes, like rubies or roses, were widely regarded here as a mark of misfortune—a cursed child, a devil's offspring.
But to Rocco, those eyes were simply beautiful.
So beautiful, in fact, that he had never associated them with anything negative.
He had forgotten the weight of the stigma Laxus carried because he only saw their beauty.
As the realization sank in, Rocco's shoulders slumped, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
Sylas, noticing his dejection, reached out and lightly patted Rocco's head in a gesture of comfort.
The gentle touch eased Rocco's thoughts momentarily, but soon a commotion from within the hall broke the moment.