H-How could he be so clueless...?
Can't he see everyone's expressions...?!
"…What do you just said?"
The low and ground-shaking voice came from both Sylas and Marcus, their faces twisted in fury as they stood frozen after hearing Laxus's declaration.
Near the window, Georgio, Ragar, Strasbourg, and Philip were also cloaked in a menacing, dark aura.
Rocco could feel the sheer intensity of Di Malvento's silent rage, and instinctively cast his eyes downward, shrinking into himself.
But the suffocating fear didn't last long.
When Rocco shifted his gaze, he caught sight of another group radiating an aura completely opposite from Di Malvento's hellish pressure.
"So Rocco finally said yes to your proposal, huh? Congratulations, Laxus! Congrats to you too, Rocco!"
It was Makarov who is clapping his hands with utter joy, his face lit up.
Behind him, Del Fiore's attendants popped party crackers and whistled cheerfully.
