ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 247: Disgrace Among Nobles ( )

"Hansim!!"

Viscount Gurman’s voice boomed across the hall, sharp and filled with rage.

"Escort all these trash guests OUT! NOW!!"

The nobles flinched as if they’d been struck.

Hansim, as calm as ever, bowed slightly, then snapped his fingers once.

Immediately, dozens of house guards stepped forward.

Silent, precise, like a black wave—they formed a line at the edges of the hall.

"You heard the Viscount," Hansim said in a cold, flat voice.

"All of you—leave. Immediately."

"W-What!? This is a mistake—!" one merchant stammered, sweat glistening on his forehead like oil.

"Because of all of YOU!!" Gurman shouted, cutting him off.

"You arrogant bastards!! You just ruined my only chance to gain royal favor!!"

His hand swept through the air, nearly knocking over a decorative vase.

"If this gets to the princess’ ears... UGH!! No title! No land! NOTHING!!"

A noble woman dressed in glittering red stepped forward, trying to reason.

"My lord, surely this can be discussed—"

"Hansim!! Out!! Now!!"

The guards moved swiftly.

One by one, the nobles were pushed—some protested, others yelled, but none resisted for long.

"You can’t do this to me!"

a richly dressed man barked, puffing out his chest.

"I am a renowned merchant all across the Beastkin Kingdom!"

"So what!?" Gurman spat.

"You think your name means anything if this reaches Princess Ellyna!? Hah!! You’re finished! Go sell rotten apples in the slums for all I care!"

Another younger man stepped forward, trembling with anger.

"I... I am Count Hujiran’s son!"

Gurman slowly turned, his eyes a blazing fire.

"Then go cry to your daddy. Tell him how his stupid son insulted the princess’s future consort and got kicked out like trash."

The count’s son turned pale.

"Better yet—" Gurman snarled, stepping closer until their faces nearly touched.

"Tell him I personally called you a piece of shit."

The guards forced the door open with one final push, sending the yelling nobles and merchants tumbling out onto the front steps.

Silence settled once more in the hall.

Gurman stood there, chest rising and falling, fists clenched, his face a mask of fury.

Gurman now felt... empty.

The fury still burned fiercely in his chest, but beneath it—was despair.

He sank into the nearest ornate chair, the weight of everything pressing down on him at once.

His dreaming, his plans—gone.

All those years of effort:

To gain recognition from the royal family.

To be praised by King Lioness III.

To win the favor of Princess Ellyna herself.

To rise above his viscount status... maybe even become a count.

All obliterated.

Because his own guests had lost their minds and ruined everything.

He clenched his teeth tightly.

"One chance... one golden chance, and those fools spat on it," he muttered bitterly.

Hansim stood silently beside him, watching in quiet understanding.

Finally, Gurman spoke, his voice raspy and rough.

"Prepare everything," he ordered.

"A gift, a carriage, a letter. Send it directly to him. Beg if we have to."

Hansim nodded.

"Consider it done, my lord."

Gurman’s eyes narrowed further.

"And... dig into every noble and merchant who mocked those kids. Find out where they live, who their allies are, what guilds they work with."

Hansim blinked, then smirked slightly.

"Planning revenge, my lord?"

"No," Gurman growled sharply.

"I’m planning consequences."

He slammed his fist onto the armrest, the ornate wood creaking under the force.

His voice echoed through the now mostly-empty hall, where a few servants remained frozen, unsure whether to breathe.

He clenched his teeth again.

"Those kids... they deserved food, warmth, and respect," Gurman said softly but with intense feeling.

He suddenly stood, pacing fiercely.

"And what did they get? Glares. Insults. Disgusted looks—as if they were stray mutts that wandered in off the street!"

He spat on the floor.

"Those bloated, float-bellied noble sons with greasy hair and rotten teeth—how dare they look down on my honored guests!?"

He jabbed a finger toward where Hazuki had stood earlier.

"That man saved this town! He cleared the rift! Protected us all! If not for him, those same nobles would be monster chow by now!"

Hansim, arms crossed behind his back, kept his gaze sharp but calm.

"...My lord," he said quietly. "There’s no undoing what’s already happened."

"I know," Gurman snapped.

He sank heavily back into his chair, burying his face in one palm.

Then came a softer, quieter thought—less anger, more fear.

"...I wonder how we’re going to face the royal family... if they find out what happened tonight."

Hansim hesitated, not responding immediately.

The heavy weight of that possibility hung in the air like a guillotine.

King Lioness III...

Princess Ellyna...

If even a whisper of this night’s disgrace reached their ears, the consequences could be worse than mere embarrassment.

This wasn’t just about a ruined party anymore.

This was about Gurman’s very name.

Meanwhile...

The two carriages rumbled toward Macia Town’s southern gate, their wheels clacking over the cobbled road.

The guards at the gate saw them and nodded—already familiar with the black-haired human and the children riding with him. They didn’t bother stopping them. Nobody in their right mind would.

From inside the first carriage, Hazuki leaned slightly forward and glanced at the children.

They were trying their best to smile—some swaying gently with the ride, others fiddling with their formal clothes. But their eyes said everything.

Some looked disappointed.

Some looked confused.

Some were just quiet.

Hazuki exhaled, hand rubbing his forehead.

Then he called out.

"Oi, coachman. Stop by the buffet restaurant near the central square."

The man blinked.

"Yes, sir! Right away."

Ridan floated beside Hazuki’s head, upside-down as usual.

"...So we’re doing a proper feast now, huh?"

Hazuki didn’t answer at first.

He just glanced out the window at the passing buildings.

Then finally muttered.

"Yeah. I’m not letting them go to sleep with that crap memory as their first ’noble party.’"

Ridan smirked, floating sideways as he rolled lazily in the air.

"Heh... that noble who invited you—" he twirled once, "—the lord of this town. Gurman, was it? He’s not a bad guy. Just one of those types... y’know... the kind waiting for a big opportunity to climb, but not rotten inside."

Hazuki leaned his cheek against the window frame, eyes half-lidded.

The rumble of the carriage and the quiet laughter of the kids in the next one played in the background.

"Yeah... I know."

His voice was calm, no irritation left.

"Just too bad his guests are trash."

Ridan chuckled.

"Well... that’s nobles for you. Titles first, brains later."

Hazuki didn’t reply, just closed his eyes for a moment and muttered—

"...At least Hansim knew how to talk."

( End Of Chapter )

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