Brother’s Wrath

The sound of the sword clattering against the ground echoed sharply in the room.

Without missing a beat, Rocco wrapped his arms tightly around Sylas and holding him in place to prevent any further escalation.

He had no idea what exactly was going on, but first things first—Sylas needed to calm down!

"No! Nooo! Big brother, if you kill Laxus, they'll arrest you instead!"

"Uh, Rocco? What about my safety here…?"

There was a confused voice from behind him, but Rocco ignored it.

Right now, Sylas was the priority.

Squeezing him even tighter, Rocco rocked him gently and whispered soothingly, as if calming a startled horse.

"Shhh, shhh… Easy there…"

For a few moments, Sylas remained tense in his grasp.

Then, finally, the rigid set of his shoulders eased—just a little.

His brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a tight, almost reluctant frown.