The Pawn's Potential

When they returned to the grand hall, which had been the venue for the evening's gala, only Marcus, Makarov, and the servants and members of the Del Fiore family remained.

It seemed the commotion had caused the event to be canceled.

Did all the guests leave already?

Rocco blinked his eyes in surprise.

Just then, his father, noticing their presence, running toward them with a look of palpable relief and concern.

"Rocco…!!"

Where had his father's usual calm and stoic expression gone?

Rushing over with disheveled hair, Marcus immediately snatched him right out of Sylas's arms.

Sylas's disgruntled expression drew a quiet chuckle from Rocco.

"Oh, Rocco…! Are you hurt? What happened? Who dared to harm you? Tell me everything, and I'll kill them all myself!"

"F-Father, please, calm down…!"

"Sylas! Did you eliminate those who laid a hand on Rocco? Or did you capture them? If so, I'll deal with them personally!"