Without waiting for anyone's reaction, Rocco dashed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.
His father's gift—the elegant soirée attire—was already prepared.
He wondered what Laxus would say when he saw him wearing it.
Would he compliment him and call him cool?
For some reason, the mere thought made Rocco's heart flutter.
Pressing a hand against his chest to calm the sudden excitement, he quickly go back to his room.
...
After checking himself in the full-length mirror one last time, he smirked in satisfaction at how great he looked.
Leaving his room with confidence, he walked down the hall—only to notice something strange.
The moment the servants, Georgio, and even Ragar laid eyes on him, they all simultaneously burst into nosebleeds and collapsed onto the floor.
Pausing mid-step, Rocco blinked in bewilderment at the scene before him.
Huh…?
What was going on?