ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 229: In the Crosshairs ( )

Human Kingdom – Classified Military Outpost, Border Division

Inside a dimly lit war room, a long iron table was surrounded by armored individuals wearing black-cloaked uniforms. Their emblems bore the royal insignia of the Human Kingdom’s Special Pursuit Unit—the king’s elite hunters.

At the head of the table stood their squad leader, eyes sharp, arms crossed.

"Report." he ordered.

One scout stepped forward, voice crisp.

"We’ve searched every town, village, and city across the Human Kingdom."

"There is no record, witness, or guild registry of a black-haired human within our borders."

A quiet beat passed.

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"You’re certain?"

The scout nodded.

"Absolutely. No human with black hair exists in our kingdom. Our people all possess light tones—brown, silver, blond, auburn... never black. The description stands out too much to miss."

The leader turned toward the map pinned against the wall, eyes drifting across the border regions.

"Then we may need to expand our search."

He turned to his aide.

"Start preparations. Expand to the Halfling Kingdom and the Beastkin Kingdom. Assemble another team. The moment clearance is granted—we move."

The assistant stood upright and saluted.

"Yes, Leader. I’ll begin assembling the next groups immediately. I’ll also fast-track the diplomatic documents for border access."

The leader gave a small nod.

"Good. Don’t worry about the money."

He paused.

"The King has authorized full funding for this operation. Whatever it takes—we find him."

One of the seated officers raised a hand slightly.

"Leader?"

The squad leader glanced over. "Yes?"

The officer stood.

"Should we also consider expanding the search toward the elven kingdom, the dwarven territories, or even the other human kingdoms on the far reaches?"

There was a moment of silence.

Then the leader shook his head.

"I don’t think he would’ve gone that far."

He turned back to the map on the wall, where the human borders pressed against two others.

"Right now, the Beastkin Kingdom and the Halfling Kingdom are our most logical targets."

He pointed.

"Our border directly connects with theirs. Easy access. Less risk. Faster communication."

He glanced to his assistant again.

"Get the permits issued quickly—we move the moment the papers are cleared. Prioritize infiltration units in border towns. We start there."

The assistant nodded firmly.

"Understood. I’ll have the first squad ready within the day."

"Good. Dismissed."

As the officers dispersed and the room began to clear, the squad leader remained still, hands behind his back, eyes still locked on the map.

Inside his mind.

Our official job is to track the black-haired human.

That’s it. Just confirm his location.

But if we succeed...?

A slow, calculating smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

I’ll be rewarded. Land. Title. Wealth.

No more field work. No more crawling through mud chasing rebels and monsters.

I won’t even need to send an assassin.

His eyes narrowed.

Once his location is confirmed, the other unit, the disposal team will be dispatched. Quiet. Efficient. Final.

He turned from the map and walked toward the door, cloak swaying behind him.

I don’t care who he is or what power he holds.

If the nobles, the King, or the advisor want him dead...

Then that human’s already marked.

Well... let’s hope the tracking unit finds him soon. Once his location’s confirmed... everything else will fall into place.

He allowed himself a small, satisfied exhale.

But then—

His expression darkened slightly.

He knew just enough of the truth to be wary.

The black-haired human we’re tracking...

He’s not just a fugitive. Not just a strange outsider.

He’s the one who made the Pinky Promise Oath... with the Beastkin Princess. Ellyna.

He didn’t know the exact circumstances, but the implications were obvious.

If he’s killed...

The oath will be canceled. freewebnσvel.cѳm

And that, he knew, was why certain powers—nobles and rulers alike—were backing this mission without hesitation.

Not to arrest.

Not to negotiate.

But to remove him.

Then, new thoughts began to stir.

What’s so special about this Beastkin Princess anyway?

I’ve heard the rumors—yes. That she’s the most beautiful woman in the Beastkin Kingdom. Maybe in the entire continent.

But that can’t be the only reason.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, expression thoughtful.

Beauty? Nobles have dozens of concubines for that. Even King Aswand has women of every race and bloodline in his court.

So why her?

She officially rejected him once—and yet he still pushes through the royal council to pursue her.

He scoffed faintly under his breath.

If this is all just about beauty...

Then ending a man’s life just to cancel some sacred promise isn’t worth the blood.

He stopped walking.

Stared quietly at the flickering lantern near the stone wall.

No... There’s something more. Something they’re not telling us.

He resumed walking, slower now, the weight of his own thoughts sinking deeper.

If... if this princess has some kind of rarest talent, then... maybe that’s the reason.

But what kind of talent could justify all this?

Canceling a sacred oath? Sending tracking teams? Risking conflict with another kingdom?

His brow furrowed.

If her talent really is that rare...

He stopped again, this time outside the mission planning room, eyes narrowing as the puzzle clicked deeper in his head.

Then it wouldn’t just be King Aswand who wants her.

No...

The nobles from other kingdoms would be after her too.

The Beastkin nobles... The Elves... even the Dwarves if they caught wind of it.

A chill ran through him—not fear, but realization.

This isn’t a political marriage.

This is a power grab.

Damn... now I’m starting to worry about my tracking team.

If other kingdoms, or even rival factions, are after this human too...

Then it’s not just a race to find him.

It’s a race to hide him—first.

His breath grew shallow as the implications clicked one after another.

They’ll have counter-tracking squads.

False leads. Interference units. Shadow agents sent to mislead or eliminate anyone who gets too close.

He gritted his teeth.

"Shit... shit... shit..."

A bead of sweat formed at his temple.

If I send my men in blind... they’re walking into a trap.

He turned sharply, heading back to the mission room.

"I need to revise the whole plan. Now."

Because if we’re not the first ones to find that black-haired bastard...

We’ll be the ones who get erased.

( End Of Chapter )

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