ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 230: The Broken Heroes of Elendor ( )

Elven Kingdom – Royal Court Hall

The high ceiling of white marble shimmered with magical runes, light filtering through crystalline glass like the morning sun in a sacred grove.

But today, the throne room was heavy with silence.

Seated on his intricately-carved throne of silverwood and vine, King Elendor of the Elven Kingdom scowled, his golden brows furrowed in disbelief.

"What did you just say...?"

The royal attendant stepped forward cautiously.

"Y-Your Highness... the heroes we summoned..."

He paused, visibly swallowing.

"...they returned to the capital... but they... refuse to speak. They’ve locked themselves away in the temple quarters. Refuse quests. Refuse visitors. They—"

"Enough." the king snapped.

His voice echoed through the sacred hall.

"They are the pride of our kingdom. Chosen from another world, gifted with power beyond our own. And now you’re telling me... they’re... broken?"

The attendant lowered his head.

"We believe... they encountered something devastating during their last mission."

Another official spoke up.

"We suspect they were caught in a large-scale monster surge. There were... signs of combat. But also... signs of something worse."

The king’s eyes darkened.

"...And you still don’t know what caused it?"

"No, Your Majesty. But... we did receive one strange detail."

He stepped forward again.

"Witnesses claimed they saw a lone black-haired human fleeing through the area... shortly before everything went quiet."

The king stood from his throne, robes rustling like wind through leaves.

"A black-haired human?"

He stared down at the map on the floor.

"...Then it seems we have a thread to follow."

The court fell into a stunned silence.

King Elendor’s fingers tightened on the carved vinewood of his throne arm.

"So... the heroes we summoned lie broken in silence, and the only thread we have—"

His voice dropped coldly.

"—is a single black-haired human fleeing the scene?"

The advisor nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness. Witnesses said he was... unusual. Alone. No party. Wielded a strange sword with a faint green glow."

The king’s eyes narrowed.

"And you said he was seen... in the Halfling region?"

"Correct. On the southern border. Near an unpatrolled trade route."

Elendor paced slowly down the dais steps.

"What business would a lone human have in Halfling lands—unless he was hunting something... or being hunted himself?"

The royal spymaster stepped forward quietly.

"Your Majesty. Should we begin our own pursuit?"

The king nodded once, slowly.

"Yes. But do not send an army. Not yet."

He turned toward his generals.

"Send our silent blades. I want him watched, not captured. Not until we know what he is."

A pause.

"And most importantly..."

He looked down at the sigils representing all the summoned heroes on the table.

"Find out if his presence was a coincidence... or fate."

A moment of silence lingered in the grand court.

Then, from the side of the throne dais, a soft voice echoed through the crystalline chamber.

"Your Majesty."

All eyes turned.

It was Queen Seraneth, her emerald eyes filled with concern beneath the soft cascade of silver-gold hair. Her voice, gentle but firm, carried clearly through the hall.

"About our summoned heroes..."

She folded her hands delicately over her lap.

"Is there truly nothing we can do to help restore their spirit?"

The court quieted.

"They were our pride. Chosen from another world. Beautiful, gifted, and full of promise."

Her gaze shifted downward.

"Now... they barely speak. Their eyes are hollow. They tremble when approached."

One of the mages nearby hesitated, then stepped forward.

"We’ve tried healing rituals, spirit-calming elixirs, even divine resonance therapy."

He paused, visibly uncomfortable.

"But they flinch at any magic. Even soft light makes them hide. And... they avoid eye contact with anyone. Especially... other men."

A beat.

"All three of them... they were so beautiful. So delicate. Their forms like dancers, not warriors. And now... shattered."

The queen’s eyes glistened.

"They were like flowers... crushed before they could bloom."

King Elendor’s jaw tightened.

He said nothing for a moment.

Then finally—

"Prepare the Whisperveil healers. The ones who treat soul scars."

He turned to the mage.

"Keep them guarded. Gently. No more assignments until we recover their strength."

Then to his spymaster:

"And if this black-haired human is connected in any way to what happened to them..."

He narrowed his eyes.

"I want to know why."

King Elendor exhaled slowly, then raised his hand.

"Call them."

The chamber stirred.

"Let’s hope those three... can help restore our heroes."

A few attendants exchanged looks.

Then one mage leaned in, whispering to the royal advisor beside him:

"Wait. You mean... those three?"

The advisor didn’t even blink.

"Yes."

The mage paled slightly.

"...You mean the muscle elven freak...?"

The queen gently cleared her throat. "We do not refer to them that way."

But even she looked... hesitant.

"They are... unique."

King Elendor sat back on his throne, his fingers steepled tightly.

"Let’s hope... those three will know a way to heal our heroes."

He stared ahead, jaw tense.

"I don’t care what method they use."

His voice lowered.

"We want those heroes back up again."

No one dared to speak.

Even Queen Seraneth seemed reluctant, her hands clasped quietly in her lap.

"...If anyone can reach them," she said gently, "it might be them."

The royal advisor cleared his throat.

"Then we shall send for the trio immediately."

He hesitated a beat.

"...Even if they’re... unconventional."

One of the younger officers at the edge of the room mumbled under his breath.

"Unconventional? They’re a walking disaster."

One of the elven officers hesitantly raised a hand.

"B-But, Your Highness... isn’t their taste in... um..."

He trailed off, searching for a safer word.

"...weird?"

The entire hall went quiet.

Like a spell of awkward silence had been cast over the royal court.

No one met each other’s eyes.

Even the shimmering leaves carved into the marble pillars seemed to stiffen.

Queen Seraneth closed her eyes... and sighed softly.

"Yes." she murmured.

"I do... agree with that."

King Elendor’s eyebrow twitched.

"We are not calling them here for their tastes. We are calling them because they succeed where others fail."

Another noble muttered under his breath.

"Last time, they ’healed’ a wounded commander by locking him in a hot spring with scented oils, massage spells, and love poems."

"It worked, didn’t it?" someone whispered.

"He couldn’t look anyone in the eye for three months."

"But the nightmares stopped."

( End Of Chapter )

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