ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 244: Excluded in Silence ( )

The carriages rumbled to a stop in front of the grand Gurman estate, where rows of lavishly decorated carriages already lined the entrance. Nobles, wealthy merchants, and guards in gleaming armor filled the courtyard, chatting, laughing, or showcasing their importance.

Hazuki yawned.

"We’re here, I guess," he muttered.

But the kids—

They erupted with excitement the moment the gates swung open.

"Whoa!!"

"It’s HUGE!!" one of the boys shouted, eyes wide.

"Look at the courtyard! So many flowers!"

"That fountain! There are like, five of them!!" another girl pointed, glowing with joy.

"Knight statues! Tall ones! With spears!"

"And the horses! Real noble horses!"

Hazuki sighed.

"...So noisy."

Ridan floated above his shoulder, chuckling.

"Aww~ come on. They’re excited. It’s their first noble party, you know. Let them have this."

Hansim arrived at the estate’s front entrance, walking with a steady, dignified gait, the kind only a man of experience and authority could carry.

His sharp eyes took in everything silently.

At his appearance, staff nearby froze mid-task.

"Sir Hansim!"

Maids, footmen, servants, and junior butlers bowed respectfully.

Hansim simply nodded briefly.

"Stand. Continue your work. Do it well."

"Yes, sir!"

He stepped forward, his gaze unwavering, and then—

His eyes caught movement.

Two carriages, slightly less polished than the others, approached the gate.

As they drew closer, noise erupted again—laughter, shouting, and children leaning out the windows with wide grins.

At the head of the first carriage, Hansim saw him—Hazuki.

Hansim smirked faintly.

Behind him, a few younger servants whispered.

"Who are those people? Why are there kids?"

"Wait... is that the human Lord Gurman invited?"

"No way. He looks like a drifter. He’s not even wearing a noble crest."

Hansim turned his head slightly.

"Silence."

The whispers ceased immediately.

As the two carriages halted before the grand marble stairs of the Gurman estate, the skillful servants stepped aside in practiced grace, giving way to the arriving guests.

Hansim stood erect, hands clasped behind his back, his expression stern and unreadable, embodying the silent authority of the household.

First to descend was Kisha, straightening her neat dress and adjusting her composure, then turning to the children with a gentle but firm tone.

"Everyone, don’t embarrass Mister Hazuki. All behave," she instructed.

"Yes, Miss Kisha!" the children chorused immediately, lining up quickly with bright, eager eyes and nervous fidgets.

They carefully descended, beastkin children with brushed tails and shimmering coats, while Chasia and Elvia held their dresses delicately, eyes wide with awe at the bustling crowd of richly dressed nobles.

Finally, Hazuki stepped down, slow and unimpressed. He looked bored, one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his collar as he let out a faint yawn that echoed softly against the estate’s stone walls.

Hansim smirked.

"You’re late, B+ rank adventurer," he drawled.

Hazuki glanced lazily at him.

"I showed up, didn’t I?"

No irritation, no sarcasm—just a flat statement of fact.

"Follow me," Hansim commanded, turning to lead the way through an elegant corridor connecting the front to the grand hall.

Kisha stayed close, ensuring the children stayed in line. Despite their obvious excitement, the kids remained unusually quiet—eyes darting around, soaking in the velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, and the stern guards standing like statues.

At the end of the procession, Hazuki walked alone, hands still in his pockets. His steps echoed softly on the polished floors, but he showed no rush, no effort to match the pace—simply present, but detached from the celebration.

When they reached the massive double doors of the hall, the sounds inside—the lively music, noble chatter, laughter, and clinking glasses—filled the air.

The guards at the entrance saluted Hansim and swung the doors open wide.

Inside, the grand banquet was in full swing, with decorated tables lining the marble floor, chandeliers sparkling above, and dozens of nobles from the Beastkin Kingdom mingling with merchants and envoys from the Human and Elven kingdoms, all smiling with practiced civility.

And then—immediately, silence fell.

Heads turned.

Conversations paused.

Everyone’s gaze fixed on the procession: the children in formal attire, Kisha in her simple yet tidy dress, and the black-haired man strolling quietly at the back—casual, silent, observant.

A wave of whispers spread through the crowd.

A few noble guests watching from the front hall raised their eyebrows, murmuring quietly among themselves.

Gasped whispers and hushed conversations rippled through the gathering—the nobles from the Beastkin Kingdom, the human envoys, and the elven representatives near the decorative pillars.

"Is that the guest of honor?"

"A human? No insignia?"

"Wait... is that the adventurer from Macia? The gate slayer?"

Hazuki remained unfazed, barely even noticing the attention.

Ridan floated beside him invisibly, grinning. freewebnøvel_com

"See? They’re all trying to figure out who you are. Perfect entrance, Hazuki."

Hazuki ignored him, strolling forward at his own pace—completely unbothered.

To him, this wasn’t about the music, the silk clothes, or the noble airs—it was about food.

And most importantly, making sure the kids had a good time tonight.

Hansim turned slightly, speaking in a quiet but firm voice.

"If you can, please follow me to meet the lord of this region—Viscount Gurman."

Hazuki gave a small nod, eyes briefly scanning the hall again.

"Sure, sure... but can these kids go eat first?"

Hansim smiled. "Yes, Mister Hazuki. Please, help yourself."

Hazuki turned toward the kids, his voice calm but commanding.

"Alright, kids. Go and eat."

Then to Kisha—

"And Kisha! Make sure they behave. Don’t let them grab everything at once like wild squirrels."

"Umm... okay, Mister Hazuki." Kisha nodded quickly, gently guiding the children toward the buffet line.

The children scattered excitedly—but still restrained, under Kisha’s watchful eye. The long tables were filled with towering platters of roasted meats, glazed fruits, delicate pastries, and drinks that shimmered with magic-infused color. The nobles watched curiously as the children moved among the dishes, some smiling faintly, others whispering behind their fans.

Hazuki stepped beside Hansim, hands still in his pockets.

"Lead the way."

Hansim gave a small nod and began walking toward the back of the hall where Viscount Gurman and several of his close associates were seated.

As Hazuki followed, noble eyes trailed him silently—this was no polished war hero or silk-robed magician. Just a calm, tired-looking man in a simple but clean formal outfit... who had defended a town singlehandedly and now walked through their world as if none of it impressed him.

Meanwhile, the children’s eyes sparkled as they approached the buffet.

Rows of polished silver trays gleamed beneath the chandeliers, each filled with a variety of luxurious dishes—glazed wildfowl, buttered root vegetables, fluffy pastries, and colorful jellies that shimmered under the light.

Kisha knelt slightly beside them.

"Behave well, okay? Don’t embarrass Mister Hazuki."

"Yes, Miss Kisha~!" the kids responded in cheerful chorus, some of the beastkin children’s tails swaying happily, their ears perked with excitement.

Despite their bubbling enthusiasm, the children moved politely—no shoving, no shouting. Just wide-eyed curiosity and genuine delight.

They picked up their polished plates from the corner of the long table and began to carefully spoon food onto them. One or two of them struggled slightly with the fancy serving utensils, but quickly figured it out with a little help from Kisha and each other.

The noble servants nearby, dressed in fine dark uniforms with gold trim, simply stood in place, watching the children without any particular interest. Some gave them a cursory glance, others ignored them entirely—as if they didn’t belong, or weren’t worth noting.

"Miss Kisha? You didn’t eat?" a small beastkin boy with tufted ears asked, balancing a plate piled with fruit slices and meat.

"I will. But I want to make sure you all get your food first and find a table."

Kisha smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Okay~" the kids replied, their attention already on the colorful food in their hands.

Once they all had their plates, Kisha gently led them along the hall, scanning for any table with empty seats.

She finally spotted one—long, elegant, not too crowded, near one of the side pillars.

"Alright everyone, let’s sit there."

"Okay~"

But just as they reached the table—

A group of nobles seated nearby turned their heads sharply. One, a heavyset man in a deep violet robe with gold buttons, narrowed his eyes in disdain.

He snapped his fingers toward a nearby servant.

"How dare you let them sit in this high-class area! This table is not for... strays."

The servant bowed quickly. "Yes, sir. We will move them to the back."

Without waiting for Kisha to speak, several servants from the Gurman household stepped forward. Their faces were composed, but their hands were firm.

"Oi. All of you—go to the tables back there. This area is reserved."

"Eh...?" One of the smaller beastkin girls blinked in confusion.

"Miss Kisha...?" another whispered, holding her plate tightly.

Kisha smiled gently, despite the discomfort in her chest.

"It’s alright. We’ll just move to the back. Come along."

Without resistance, she guided the children away. The kids followed, silent now, no longer smiling—but still obedient. Their ears drooped slightly, tails stilled. Some held their plates a little closer, unsure if they’d done something wrong.

None of them cried.

But the joy from earlier had faded.

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