It was none other than his father.
Surrounding him were military men in uniforms, looking gravely serious.
Standing beside his father, as if guarding him, was Strasbourg.
"Father..."
For once, Sylas seemed visibly shaken.
Perhaps they had heard their voices, as Rocco's father gasped in surprise and turned to look at them.
At the same time, the men in military uniforms coldly stared back at them.
The chill in their gaze made Rocco flinch, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.
Sylas stepped in front of him, as if to protect him.
"Father, what is going on here?"
Sylas, hiding Rocco behind him, asked the question.
Rocco cautiously peeked out from behind him, observing the scene.
His father displayed an expression of deep distress, as if struggling to hold back his anguish.