Philip who is in full-on panic mode quickly rushed forward and caught him just in time.
Sylas, usually composed and unshakable, had completely lost his cool.
His first kiss… Rocco's first kiss… His purity… was stolen… by that bastard…!"
"Please, sir, stay with us—! Oh no, he's foaming at the mouth…!"
Sylas, even in his current deathly pale state, still managed to look stunning.
But apparently, the sheer shock had been too much for him—his body simply gave out, and he lost consciousness.
With a dull thud, he was dragged off to the corner by Michele, where the genius doctor, Olgert, immediately started performing emergency aid.
Rocco stood there, watching the scene unfold with a mix of concern and secondhand embarrassment.
"I-Is he gonna be okay…?"
Laxus, meanwhile, just laughed.
"Whoops. Guess I went a little overboard, huh?"