ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 108: Chasing Shadows ( )

"What!!? Still no trace of that man!!?"

Junna slammed her hand against the table, her eyes blazing with frustration.

The shadow agents in front of her stiffened instantly.

"How stupid can you all be!!?" she snapped.

"B-But Miss Junna," one of the operatives stammered, "we already blended into Hazlin Town. We’ve searched thoroughly and asked around discreetly with the halfling locals. The human was there... but not for long."

Junna’s teeth clenched, her voice low and furious. "Don’t tell me... he slipped away again!?"

Another agent nodded. "According to the locals, he just stopped by. Ate something, withdrew a bit of money from the guild, and left right after."

Junna’s eyes narrowed. "So... he’s avoiding detection?"

"It’s possible," the agent replied carefully. "He might have sensed someone was searching for him."

"Tch! That black-haired idiot... he’s more slippery than I thought."

She turned her back to them, her voice laced with annoyance and suspicion. "This man... does he know? Does he actually know someone is after him?"

She turned on her heel, her cloak swaying dramatically. "If he’s not in Hazlin anymore..." she murmured darkly, "then find out where he went next. I don’t care if you have to bribe, beg, or steal the info—just find him."

"If Marquis Reynard knew how dumb you all are—" Junna hissed, her eyes flashing with fury, "he’d personally skin every one of you alive."

The room went dead silent.

She took a sharp breath, then pointed toward the map sprawled out on the table. "Now listen. I want all units spread across every city and village in the Halfling Kingdom."

Her subordinates stiffened, their heads bowed in silence.

Junna slammed her palm on the table, pointing sharply at the map. "Spread out to every city, village, and outpost in the Halfling Kingdom. I don’t care if it’s the size of a chicken coop—search it."

"If anyone spots him," she continued, her voice lowering to a razor’s edge, "one or two must tail him from a distance. No contact. The rest must report back immediately. Do not lose him again."

"Yes, Miss Junna!!"

As they vanished into the shadows, Junna turned back to the map, her fingers tapping lightly.

"...He’s good," she muttered, convinced. "Too good. He must’ve realized someone was tracking him and slipped out before we closed in."

Her eyes narrowed. "Acting like a fool... always one step ahead..." She clenched her fist. "He’s not just some wandering idiot. No... he’s trained. He knows."

A dark smirk crept onto her lips. "But no one runs forever."

Junna narrowed her eyes at the map, her voice low and full of conviction.

"Maybe this is why Princess Ellyna made a pinky promise with this man..." she muttered. "He’s no ordinary fool. He’s a professional. A ghost."

She clenched her gloved hand tightly into a fist.

"Slipping through towns, evading shadows, leaving no trace... even our best couldn’t catch him."

She turned away from the table, her cloak fluttering behind her as she walked toward the exit.

"Well..." Her voice carried a sharp chill. "Sooner or later... we will find you."

She paused by the doorway, her eyes gleaming.

"And when we do... I’ll make sure to end your life myself."

With a final, calm breath, she added, "So that Marquis Reynard’s plan can finally begin."

Then, like a whisper, she vanished into the shadows.

While Junna’s shadow unit scattered throughout the Halfling Kingdom, a different force was already on the move.

Friskle, the fox beastkin and leader of Duke Belard’s assassin unit, sat cross-legged on the roof of a moving carriage, his sharp eyes scanning the treetops and the trail ahead.

His long tail flicked once, a sure sign of mild irritation.

"This black-haired human... really knows how to dodge our trackers." His tone was calm, but his eyes glinted with calculated sharpness.

One of his subordinates, a lean panther beastkin, nodded from below. "Yes, Mr. Friskle. According to our last intel, it’s as if he already knows where we are deployed... avoiding every path we expected him to take."

Friskle chuckled under his breath. "He’s not just wandering. He’s moving with intent. Like a ghost in the wind."

Another assassin leaned in, whispering, "Maybe this is why Princess Ellyna made a pinky promise oath to this man...?"

Friskle’s ears twitched. He smirked. "...Could be. She’s not foolish enough to bind herself to a nobody."

The panther beastkin continued, "Our reports say he’s... unassuming. But strong. Fast. The one who broke our unit’s formation in Yumia with a single kick. While holding a drink."

Friskle closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

"Well then. If that’s the case..." He stood, perfectly balanced as the carriage jolted beneath him. "Let’s stop underestimating this man."

He unsheathed one of his daggers, inspecting the polished edge.

"Next town ahead. Keep your eyes sharp, ears open. If we get a visual, we won’t make the same mistake."

His voice dropped, deadly calm. "Because this time—we don’t let him slip."

While Junna’s shadow unit scattered like whispers and Friskle’s beastkin assassins moved with precision...

In the human kingdom, within the capital barracks of King Aswand’s private operatives, a group of elite scouts and information specialists stood at attention.

Before them stood Kozan, the king’s personal enforcer and head of covert operations—stern, cold, and utterly loyal to Aswand’s ambitions.

"This is a king’s order," Kozan said, his tone sharp as steel. "Find out everything about the man who made a pinky promise oath with Princess Ellyna."

The soldiers saluted in unison. "Yes, Mr. Kozan!"

"Our sources tell us he’s human. Black hair. No other distinct records—just a name... Hazuki." Kozan paced slowly before them. "We believe he was last seen near the Halfling border."

He stopped and narrowed his gaze.

"You are to search every corner of the Halfling Kingdom: cities, villages, border posts, inns, markets. Use bribes, fake identities—whatever it takes."

His eyes darkened.

"But do not fail. The king himself will be watching this operation." freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Yes, Mr. Kozan!" they echoed once more.

Kozan turned to the map pinned to the wall behind him, silently marking out the towns already infiltrated by Junna’s and Friskle’s units.

"Tch... They’re already ahead of us..."

But then a cold smirk touched his lips.

"No matter. Unlike them... we answer to the crown. And the crown always wins in the end."

( End of Chapter )