ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 127: Silent Executions ( )

Suddenly—without a sound—twenty masked figures emerged from the surrounding shadows.

From behind chimneys, beneath rooftop tiles, and even from cracks in the walls, the rest of the Royal Elite Assassin Unit revealed themselves like phantoms.

In perfect sync, they moved like the wind.

Before the enemy factions could react—

Throats were slit.

One by one, the remaining members of both Junna’s Shadow Unit and Friskle’s Assassins collapsed silently, eyes wide, never realizing they had already been marked for death.

The two who had attacked the leader stood frozen, stunned, drenched in the sudden silence of death all around them.

Their blades trembled slightly.

The masked leader remained still, still smiling. Her voice was soft, almost nurturing.

"You both shouldn’t be tailing someone so brazenly in the capital city, now should you?"

She stepped forward with quiet grace, blades still resting in her hands like dancers awaiting music.

Her eyes—visible through her mask—gleamed.

"It appears you’ve been planning something... perhaps killing the king?"

One of the surviving assassins shouted, panicked, "No! We’re not—!"

CLANG!!

Their blade met hers in a flash and was instantly knocked from their hand, sent flying off the rooftop.

The other tried to retreat but didn’t move fast enough.

The Royal Leader raised a single blade, her voice never rising above a calm whisper.

"Do you know the punishment for treason?"

She tilted her head—still smiling.

"Death."

"We were just trailing the black-haired human!" one of the surviving assassins shouted, breathing heavily. "We weren’t planning to kill the royal family at all!"

The masked leader remained calm, smiling as ever.

"Oh?" she cooed, stepping forward softly. "That’s the excuse you’re going with now?"

"It’s the truth!" the other hissed, backing away. "We never planned to—"

CLANG!

Her blade met theirs in an instant, disarming the second with effortless grace.

They stumbled back, wide-eyed.

The leader tilted her head, still speaking gently. "I’m sure you knew the princess was arriving in town today. And you were planning to kill her. Right?"

"Wha—! We’re not—"

CLANG!

Another flash of steel. A shallow slash cut across the rooftop just inches from the assassin’s foot—a warning far sharper than words.

"Nope," she said, still smiling. "I don’t believe any of you."

She let that statement hang in the air like the swing of a blade yet to fall.

Behind her, the remaining Royal Assassins stood motionless, silent as death.

The survivors looked between them—surrounded, outmatched, and already judged.

The masked woman stepped forward slowly, the tips of her blades barely grazing the rooftop tiles.

Her smile remained gentle. Her voice, soft and clear, carried an ominous weight.

"Well... our mission is simple."

The two trembling assassins froze, their backs against the edge, nowhere to run.

"Due to recent events... the princess was kidnapped by someone who knew her identity."

She raised one blade—its edge gleaming faintly in the morning light.

"And because of that... we now have direct orders."

She paused.

"Any assassin lingering in an area where the royal family is present..."

She smiled wider beneath the mask.

"DIE."

Slash.

A clean, silent cut.

So swift, so precise—no blood spilled. The blades had already returned to their sheaths before the assassins even realized they were dead.

Their bodies stood for a second longer—then collapsed soundlessly, lifeless eyes frozen in disbelief.

The Royal Assassin Commander stood still, looking down at them with a serene expression. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Well... whatever the reason or excuse any of you use..."

She gently adjusted her gloves, her posture elegant, like a woman brushing flour from her sleeves after baking bread.

"It doesn’t matter."

Her soft voice echoed in the hush of morning as she looked upon the corpses—not with malice, but with unshakable duty.

"As long as assassin units—other than the Royal Elite—exist and operate within range of the royal family..."

She turned, her masked smile directed at the wind.

"They will be cleared."

The rooftop was silent again.

Only the gentle clink of steel could be heard as the other elites moved like shadows, carrying out her final order—erasing the dead as if they had never been there.

"La la la~"

Hazuki hummed off-key, hands behind his head, grinning like an idiot as the town slowly came to life around him.

Stalls creaked open. Vendors yawned while unrolling cloth banners. The clatter of crates and the warm scent of bread and spices filled the air like a gentle festival.

"Man... love this town. Not a single thing going wrong. Peaceful. Chill. Beautiful cat-eared ladies—wait no! Focus!" He slapped his cheeks lightly.

Nearby, a cheerful beastkin vendor waved at him from a fruit stall.

"Ah, Mr. Human!" the woman called with a grin. "This fruit is good and cheap! Two copper a piece! Fresh from the southern orchards!"

Hazuki’s eyes lit up. "Ooooh! And cheap too!? That’s the real magic right there!"

He jogged over, nose twitching like a starving raccoon. "What’s it called?"

"Skyberries! Sweet and juicy, but only grow high in the mountains. Rare around here!"

Hazuki nodded sagely. "A fruit that makes me feel superior for finding it cheap. I like it."

He reached for his pouch. "Alright, gimme two!"

As the coins clinked onto the wooden counter, Ridan floated down beside him, smirking.

"You’re casually shopping while half the rooftops just got power-washed in blood, huh?"

Hazuki bit into the fruit and blinked.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" he asked, juice still on his lips.

Ridan floated beside him, eye twitching slightly. "You didn’t notice?"

"Notice what?" Hazuki asked, taking another juicy bite. "Munch munch."

"This dumbass..." Ridan muttered, spinning slowly in frustration.

"What?"

"Suit yourself." The spirit crossed his cloudy arms and floated in tight circles.

Hazuki narrowed his eyes. "You’re being weird, Ridan."

Ridan immediately shot back, "You are the weird one!"

"Huh? How so?"

"How come you didn’t notice?!"

"Notice what??" Hazuki frowned, now visibly confused but still chewing.

Ridan groaned, spinning upside down like a frustrated balloon. "Ugh! IDIOT."

Hazuki pointed at him with his half-eaten fruit. "You’re crazy, Ridan."

"And you are walking through a town full of royal death squads like it’s a melon market!"

"Mmm... melon..." Hazuki looked off dreamily.

Ridan stared at him. "...I hate you."

"Heh, come on~ don’t sulk like that."

Hazuki nudged Ridan’s floating side playfully—completely unaware his hand actually made contact.

Ridan flinched slightly, the cloud around him rippling. "Keep your hand off me..."

"Ooooh~ scary Ridan," Hazuki teased with a smug grin. "Sulking like a brat."

"Oh, shut up."

"Hey! Chill, cloudy." Hazuki smirked, wagging a finger at him like he was scolding a grumpy pet.

Ridan floated a bit higher, spinning slowly away. "Touch me again and I’ll sneeze in your soup."

Hazuki just laughed and took another bite of fruit. "Still counts as sulking, y’know~"

Ridan muttered something about "dumb humans" and "wasted mana pools" while pretending he wasn’t enjoying the attention.

( End Of Chapter )