ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 235: Guilt and Grace ( )

He bowed slightly.

"You have my personal guarantee they’ll be treated as guests."

Hazuki groaned again, eyes dead.

"Haaa..."

Hansim added smoothly, with just a hint of cheek.

"Ah—and please do wear formal clothes. If possible."

Hazuki twitched.

"...Fine."

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"YAAAAAAY!!!"

The kids erupted into cheering, jumping, spinning in place, hugging each other.

"We’re going to a noble party!!"

"Do they have fireworks!?"

"I want to wear a bowtie!"

"Can I ride a goat there!?"

"No, stupid, it’s a carriage!"

Hazuki flopped back onto the couch like a dying man.

"I feel like I just got scammed by a bunch of tiny con artists..."

Ridan floated above, smug as ever.

"You did. But they’re adorable, so it’s okay."

Hansim reached into his coat and pulled out a slim leather pouch.

He handed it to Hazuki without a word.

It made a satisfying clink—definitely more than a few silver inside.

"Don’t worry, Mister Hazuki. Here’s some money for the children’s outfits."

Hansim smiled calmly.

"And I believe... if you go to the Adventurer Guild and finally take that rank up test..."

A pause.

"You’ll also receive the full reward for handling the rift incident."

Hazuki groaned.

"Ugh... fine."

He grabbed the pouch and stood.

"I’m going to the guild after this. Rank up. Happy now?"

Hansim bowed slightly.

"Delighted."

Hazuki turned to Kisha and shoved the pouch into her hands.

"Here. Go buy those brats the best clothes they can wear. Fancy ones. With ribbons and lace or whatever. Get them a haircut too."

Kisha blinked, holding the pouch like it was made of crystal.

"R-Really?"

Hazuki flopped onto the couch again, arm over his face.

"Yeah yeah... Just make sure they don’t show up looking like a flock of wild potatoes."

The kids screamed again.

"YEEEEESSS!!!"

"We’re gonna look like nobles!!"

"I want braids!"

"I want a hat with feathers!"

Hansim adjusted his coat as he stood, ever composed.

"If you’ll excuse me, Mister Hazuki... Lady Kisha. I must return now and inform my lord of this great news."

Hazuki waved lazily from the couch, one eye open, his shirt riding up slightly again.

"Yeah, yeah... whatever."

Kisha bowed politely.

"Thank you again, Sir Hansim."

As Hansim stepped out the front door, the children rushed after him.

"Thank you, Grandpa Hansim!!"

"Come again!!"

"Bring more buns next time!!"

Hansim smiled faintly, lifting a hand in acknowledgment as he walked out.

Click. The door closed behind him.

Inside Hansim’s mind, as he walked toward town:

Well then...

Let’s pay Braham and Gikan a visit.

A certain human has finally agreed to take the rank-up test... and that means someone owes me.

Again.

He adjusted his gloves with silent satisfaction.

Simple persuasion? Maybe.

But results speak louder than titles.

As Hansim strolled back down the main road of Macia, the sun now dipping slightly toward late afternoon.

He adjusted the coat.

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

"This... is how you make a deal."

His voice was soft, almost amused.

"Learn how to negotiate. Not force."

He passed through the second gate, nodding at the guards, who instantly straightened.

Inside his mind, his thoughts were sharper than any blade.

I can’t wait to see the look on Braham and Gikan’s faces...

That deep, resigned sigh when they realize I got the human to agree—without yelling, bribery, or a sword duel.

Again.

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly.

And when I return to the manor...

I’ll gather all those arrogant butlers... the ones who barked and stomped at the orphanage door like fools...

He imagined their stunned expressions.

And I’ll look them in the eye.

Then calmly slap them in their face and say.

"This is how it shall be done."

The large wooden doors of the Macia Adventurer Guild Hall creaked open.

Hansim stepped inside.

Dressed in a pristine black butler uniform, every line pressed, every step measured, he walked with the grace of a noble—but the pressure of a general.

He didn’t need to speak.

He didn’t need to glare.

The moment he entered, the entire hall shifted.

Chairs scraped quietly as adventurers stiffened.

Conversations died mid-sentence.

Tank-sized berserkers froze halfway through their drinks.

Even the loud drunk at the back stopped belting his half-elf bar song.

Silence.

Hansim walked slowly toward the receptionist counter.

"A-Ah... Sir Hansim!" she stammered.

"Wh-What... can we help you with...?"

Hansim offered a faint, courteous smile.

His voice was calm. Low.

"Is Braham or Gikan around?"

She nodded rapidly, nearly knocking over her inkwell.

"Y-Yes! R-Right away! I’ll call them!"

She practically dashed through the side door.

The adventurers still stared.

No one moved.

Hansim folded his hands behind his back and waited patiently.

"Guild Master!" the receptionist, Ania, shouted as she peeked into the common area.

"Huh? Where is he?"

Seeing no sign of Braham, she spun on her heels and bolted toward the corridor.

Tap-tap-tap—

She skidded to a stop outside the deputy’s office, then knocked quickly.

"Sir Gikan!"

Inside, Gikan was hunched over a desk, a pen between his fingers and several documents spread out.

"Hmm? What is it, Ania?" he asked without looking up.

"Ah... um... the head butler of Lord Gurman’s household is here."

Gikan paused, eyes flicking up.

"Hmm? Who?"

"Sir Hansim."

There was a brief silence.

Gikan nodded slowly.

"Oh. Okay."

Then he looked back down and kept writing.

"Just tell him to wait. I’m going to finish this document first."

Ania blinked.

"But..."

Gikan kept writing.

"He’s not the lord. He’s the butler. It’ll be fine."

Inside Gikan’s office, the deputy guild master let out a long, low sigh as he signed the last of the day’s documents.

That damn show-off butler...

If he’s here, it’s not for tea. I just know he’s going to say something smug again.

He placed his pen down with a gentle click and stood, stretching his back.

Wonder what kind of "lesson" I’m in for today...

Meanwhile, at the receptionist area—

Hansim sat gracefully on the guest bench, back straight, legs crossed at the knee.

The air around him was still and quiet.

The receptionist stood stiffly behind the counter, tail flicking nervously.

"U-Um... Deputy Guild Master Gikan will be here soon," she said softly.

Hansim nodded with a calm, measured smile.

"Ah. Don’t worry. I can wait."

The guild hall remained quiet.

A few adventurers dared to glance over, whispering behind their tankards.

"That’s him, right? The butler from the Gurman estate?"

"He looks like he runs a kingdom with just a tea tray."

"Why’s a guy like that visiting our guild...?"

Then—

Footsteps.

Measured. Heavy.

Gikan stepped into view, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a report scroll.

He looked at Hansim with tired eyes.

"So. What brings the Lord of Polished Shoes to my humble establishment today?"

Hansim lowered his cup, still smiling calmly.

"Ah. Just came to inform you..."

He paused.

"...that the black-haired human will be taking the rank-up test today."

Gikan stopped walking.

The guild hall stayed frozen in silence.

Gikan blinked once.

"What." he repeated flatly.

Hansim smiled, slowly rising from his seat like a noble ending a winning chess match.

He stepped forward.

Then—with a casual swing of his arm—he slung it around Gikan’s shoulder.

"Well, well, well..." Hansim said smoothly, leaning in.

"Someone owes me a favor again, hmm?"

Gikan exhaled through his nose.

"...Damn you, Hansim."

The receptionist flinched.

Hansim just smirked.

"How the hell did you persuade him?" Gikan muttered.

"That hard-head, stone-brick, ice-block, black-haired human—"

He waved his hand like trying to physically describe Hazuki’s stubbornness.

Hansim chuckled.

"Politeness. Patience. And one well-placed liquor bottle."

"You bribed him with booze!?"

"No. I bribed him with guilt."

"...Damn it, that’s worse."

( End Of Chapter )

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