ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 221: Vain Lust and Hidden Plots ( )

Meanwhile, inside a lavish estate.

Duke Belard’s Mansion.

The sharp sound of a goblet slamming onto the armrest echoed loudly through the room.

"WHAT?! You still haven’t found the black-haired human!?"

Duke Belard’s voice boomed across the chamber, his eyes narrowing with anger. His fingers tapped roughly on the side of his chair.

Sitting across from him was Friskle. Calm and composed, the fox beastkin stood still, arms loosely behind his back.

"Apologies, my lord," he said evenly. "But as you know, we can’t send our assassin or intelligence teams anywhere near the capital."

Belard growled softly, his claws tapping the wood surface impatiently.

"And why is that again?"

Friskle’s eyes remained steady.

"Because the Royal Elite Assassin Unit was deployed during that time," he explained calmly. "They were guarding the princess closely. Any unauthorized movement near the capital would risk being detected... or worse."

Belard’s breath hissed between his clenched teeth.

"Guhhh!! Then where is he now?! Where did he go after leaving the capital!?"

Friskle bowed his head slightly, tail flicking once.

"Our agents tracked some movement and rumors. Based on caravan sightings, market reports, and guild logs, the black-haired human is probably in Fasia Town, Gumira, Kasia, or..."

He paused.

"...Macia."

Belard shot up from his seat.

"So!? What are you waiting for!? Send the teams! Kill him if you can!"

Friskle stayed calm.

"We’ve already sent small groups to Fasia, Gumira, and Kasia. Local teams with contacts in each town."

Belard’s jaw clenched.

"And?"

"...All of them are still gathering intelligence. No confirmed targets yet."

"Then what’s the delay with Macia!?"

Friskle’s tone grew colder.

"We haven’t moved in Macia yet, my lord. There was... an incident."

Belard’s brow furrowed.

"What kind of incident?"

"Details are vague," Friskle admitted. "But... there’s talk of a huge monster rampaging through the forests outside Macia. No clear evidence, just rumors. Some say it was caused by a lone adventurer."

Belard sneered.

"So? Some wild beast gets lucky and kills a few monsters?"

Finally, Friskle looked up—his voice steady, just once.

"They say... the monsters weren’t just killed. They were destroyed. Flattened. Split apart. Turned to ash. Caravans saw piles of bodies like hills."

Belard’s expression darkened.

"..."

Friskle spoke more quietly.

"We’re still investigating, but... some say the person responsible matches the description of the human."

"ARGHHHH!! If that human just DIES... I can have her! My Ellyna!"

He spun back toward Friskle, eyes wide and unfocused.

"I can take her—make her transfer the skill to me! I’ll absorb it all! That incredible power—ancient magic! Skill-copying! Elemental control! It’ll all be mine!"

His voice then dropped into a trembling growl.

"And she’s not just powerful... she’s beautiful."

His grin twisted.

"Golden hair... golden eyes... that smooth skin..."

Friskle said nothing—just watched silently and professionally.

Belard’s shoulders shivered as he muttered under his breath.

"She’s so perfect... that face... like divine silk... like snow melting on my hands... Mmm—can’t wait... can’t wait!"

His eyes sparkled with something dark and twisted, full of lust and madness.

"Once that wretched black-haired human is out of the way... no oath will bind her. She’ll have no choice. I’ll own her—her body, her skills, her fate!"

He threw his arms wide, consumed by madness.

"Ellyna will be mine!"

"I’ll increase surveillance in Macia," friskle said evenly. "If the human is there, we’ll find him soon."

Belard didn’t respond. He was too busy laughing quietly to himself.

Meanwhile,

In the neighboring region, inside the estate of Marquis Reynard,

The air inside the hall was quiet. No shouting, no smashing goblets. Only the faint rustle of curtains and the gentle flick of a paper fan next to a steaming teacup.

Marquis Reynard sat calmly, legs crossed, back straight in his polished chair. His face was composed and unmoved.

"Junna," he called.

The rabbit beastkin knelt respectfully, her white hair falling to one side.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Any news about the human?"

Junna’s red eyes flickered with a faint smile.

"I’ve assigned every unit we can spare—assassins, intelligence agents, scouts. We’ve started sweeping every major town and city within the Beastkin Kingdom’s territory."

She adjusted her gloves carefully.

"We even sent a large group toward Macia Town, though... there will probably be some delay." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Reynard raised a faint eyebrow.

"The monster attack, I assume?"

"Yes, my lord."

He took a slow sip of tea, then exhaled lightly as he set the cup down.

"Well, since we still can’t move on the princess and—thanks to my dear, brilliant friend Duke Belard sending a bunch of fools to kidnap her and failing miserably—the royal security has doubled."

His voice was smooth, but the contempt in his words was unmistakable.

Junna silently nodded.

"Lady Fanny, one of her loyal knights—the strongest—has been stationed near her at all times now."

Reynard chuckled softly.

"Yes... Mrs. Fanny, wasn’t it? How troublesome."

Junna’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"If we don’t act soon, I believe Duke Belard will escalate. That fox—Friskle—won’t stop until he finds the human first."

Reynard waved dismissively.

"Calm yourself, Junna. I know you hate Friskle... but don’t let it cloud your patience."

He leaned back, relaxed.

"We are not like Belard. We don’t rush. We don’t flail. We move when the time is right. Let them burn their resources. Let them take risks. Let them fail."

He smiled slightly, eyes half-closed with quiet confidence.

"And when they’ve exposed all their weak points, we will step in and finish what they started."

Junna bowed her head silently.

Reynard gazed out the tall window, looking toward the distant capital.

"I know the Human King, Aswand, wants her too. He’s sent his best."

He flicked his fan open gently.

"But don’t worry... opportunities always come. When the moment is right, I will be the one to claim her."

Reynard’s gaze drifted away from the window, a faint shadow crossing his face.

"And I’m sure," he said softly, "that King Aswand will soon send his summoned heroines after her."

Junna’s ears twitched slightly.

"Ah... the heroes from the human kingdom?"

Reynard nodded slowly, his expression calm.

"Yes. Powerful, loyal, and dangerously idealistic. They’ve been summoned for war, but they’ll be used like tools by that manipulative king."

Junna’s tone grew quieter.

"Should I interfere if they move?"

Reynard shook his head.

"No... not yet."

He folded his fan carefully and placed it gently on the polished table beside him.

"We wait. We do nothing until the moment is right."

There was a silence.

Then his voice dropped to a cold whisper, like steel hidden beneath velvet.

"When the opportunity comes..."

He leaned forward slightly, gold eyes shining with intent.

"There will be no more mistakes."

Junna bowed her head once more, silently accepting his command.

( End Of Chapter )

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