ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 245: Thrown to the Back ( )

As Kisha gently guided the children toward the rear tables, a few of the noblemen seated nearby exchanged low chuckles, the echoes of their amusement lingering in the glittering hall.

One of them leaned slightly as they passed, his voice dropping into a mocking whisper.

"Hey, beautiful. What a waste. A woman like you wasting her time with stray brats."

Another, a feline noble with slicked-back hair and half-lidded eyes, smirked cynically.

"How about this, love? Ditch the kids, join me tonight. I’ll make sure you never have to run an orphanage again."

Laughter rippled through the small crowd.

Kisha’s steps faltered briefly, her smile tightening. But she kept her head down, shoulders squared, and held the children’s shoulders protectively. Without hesitation, she quickened her pace.

"Ignore them, children. Just keep walking," she said softly, voice steady despite her internal turmoil.

Another voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm behind them.

"Seriously, what’s a pretty thing like you doing serving soup to street rats? Come serve wine at my estate instead! We pay well~"

A few of the children glanced up, their innocent faces confused by the harsh words.

Kisha—her expression unreadable, her heart aching—did not respond. She simply kept moving, holding back the humiliation for their sake, determined not to let it show.

They were led to a small, round table tucked away from the main hall, near a side corridor pressed close to the wall.

The lighting here was dimmer, the atmosphere more secluded—no elegant centerpieces, no view of the orchestra, no lively hum of the main banquet area.

It was clearly out of sight, out of mind.

The servants escorting them didn’t bother to help with the chairs. One, a young feline beastkin with a haughty look, scoffed.

"This is where you should’ve been from the start. Don’t make trouble, and eat fast."

Another, rolling his eyes, added dismissively,

"Seriously, letting strays into a noble banquet... what’s this kingdom coming to?"

Without another word, they turned and walked away, dismissing the group as if they were nothing more than inconveniences.

Kisha slowly helped the smaller kids settle their plates. She held her silence at first, her expression soft, trying to lift their spirits despite the words and actions around them.

Then she smiled gently, offering comfort.

"Alright. It’s not a big table, but it’s just right for us, isn’t it?"

The children nodded, but their excitement from earlier had dulled—the sparkle in their eyes dampened by the strange treatment.

One of the boys looked up innocently and asked,

"Why did they move us, Miss Kisha?"

Kisha paused, carefully choosing her words.

Then she shook her head with a gentle smile.

"Just eat~"

She knew words might not fully explain, but for now, all they needed was a moment of safety, kindness, and the simple comfort of being together. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

While waiting in the grand hallway just outside the inner chamber, Hazuki leaned lazily against one of the carved marble pillars, arms crossed.

Ridan floated beside him, silent for a change.

"...What’s wrong?" Hazuki muttered, side-eyeing the puffball spirit.

Ridan didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward the far end of the hall—past the gold drapes, beyond the sea of nobles.

Hazuki followed his line of sight.

Then frowned.

"...Oi. Ridan."

"Hmm?"

"Where are they?"

Ridan drifted in the air, slow and low.

"...In the back. Corner table. Far from here."

Hazuki blinked.

"What? Why?"

"They were here just now. Why the hell would they—"

Ridan floated a little higher, arms behind his head.

"Someone moved them. Probably a servant. You know how it is. No status, no name. To them, orphans don’t belong in the spotlight."

Hazuki’s brow twitched slightly.

Then his voice dropped lower.

"They’re my guests."

"Ridan."

"Hmm? Spirit link?"

Hazuki didn’t respond.

But his eyes narrowed.

His jaw tightened.

"...I see."

Ridan floated in place, then slowly smirked.

"Well then. Be my guest."

He dove—a blur of mist and light, sinking directly into Hazuki’s chest.

In an instant, Hazuki’s eyes lit faintly red, a subtle aura pulsing just under his skin.

Then he took a step forward.

The hall didn’t notice at first. Dozens of nobles still mingled, laughing, sipping wine, trading pleasantries.

Until—

Hazuki stepped into the center of the grand hall.

And stopped.

He stood completely still.

Back straight.

Arms loose at his side.

Eyes cold and unreadable.

Then it hit.

A pressure rolled through the room.

Like gravity tripled in an instant.

The chandeliers trembled.

Silverware clattered softly on plates.

Glasses shook on polished trays.

Nobles gasped—some clutched their chests, others stumbled in place, legs buckling slightly as the weight pressed down on them.

Only one man didn’t flinch.

Hansim.

Standing off to the side near the buffet table, the old butler merely lifted his chin slightly and observed.

The entire room fell silent.

Dozens of eyes turned to the center.

And there, the lone black-haired human, in his formal attire, stood like a shadow that had finally stretched too far to be ignored.

"Who the one!!"

Hazuki’s voice boomed through the silent hall, amplified by Ridan’s presence echoing behind it like thunder.

"Telling the kids!! To go back!!?"

He didn’t wait.

"Who the one!!?"

His eyes swept the crowd—dead serious.

"Who moved them to the back!?"

BOOM.

The pressure in the room doubled.

Nobles dropped to their knees.

Some collapsed entirely, gasping under the invisible weight.

Servants clutched walls for support, shaking, too afraid to speak.

A few dishes cracked under the pressure.

Wine spilled onto silk gowns.

Even the proudest noble couldn’t speak—let alone stand.

Except for Hansim.

The old butler stood firm, arms behind his back, watching quietly.

Inside his mind, he sighed deeply.

"Ah... now he’s mad."

He glanced toward the dais, where Viscount Gurman hadn’t even arrived yet.

"The lord will be furious... if he knew his honored guest is about to leave."

Hansim’s jaw tensed.

"I don’t know if I can persuade him to stay after this. But whoever chased those kids out—"

He clenched his fist behind his back.

"—they’re gone. Fired. Personally."

Hazuki stood still for a breath longer, red light fading from his eyes.

Then, without another word, he turned.

And walked toward the grand hall’s exit.

Each step echoed sharply on the marble floor.

The pressure lifted—but the silence remained.

Near the door, Hazuki shouted without looking back:

"Oi, Kisha!! Bring the kids!! We’re leaving!!"

( End Of Chapter )

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