ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 126: Royal Assassins ( )

From above, cloaked in black, a member of Junna’s Shadow Unit narrowed her eyes.

"...Still no opening."

She crouched low on a tiled rooftop, her ears flicking beneath her hood. Two others from her unit lingered in nearby shadows, equally alert.

From the alley across the street, three figures—leaner and dressed in a slightly different style—moved like snakes in the dark.

Friskle’s Assassin Unit. Trained killers working under Duke Belard.

The rivalry between the two factions was well-known in the Beastkin underworld. Junna, the cold strategist of Marquis Reynard, and Friskle, the blade-hungry shadow of Duke Belard. Neither side trusted the other—and right now, both had their eyes on the same clueless target:

Hazekaya Hazuki.

A silent tension passed between the rooftops as one of Junna’s scouts finally whispered: "...Friskle’s dogs are here too."

"Of course they are," muttered the unit leader, her tone clipped. "No way Belard lets Reynard’s interest go unchallenged."

But something else caught her attention.

"...There are more guards on patrol than yesterday."

Down below, beastkin soldiers moved in small units—visible now on every street corner. Not overly aggressive, but present. Watching.

Another of Junna’s operatives muttered, "What’s going on today? Usually this sector’s barely covered..."

"Maybe a royal order."

"Or..." the unit leader narrowed her eyes, "...they know someone’s hunting the human."

Across the way, one of Friskle’s assassins gave them a sharp look—eyes locking with Junna’s group from the shadow of a building arch.

The silent standoff sparked between them—no words, no threats. Just shared awareness.

Two rival predator packs. One prey.

But there was a problem.

Hazuki was the only human in town, standing out like a sore thumb. There was no way to strike without being noticed—not with this many guards, eyes, and tension in the air.

Meanwhile, Hazuki scratched his butt, stretched, and yawned loudly. "Ughhh... hope the guild opens soon..."

Ridan floated behind him, upside down, casually sipping invisible steam.

Neither of them noticed the layers of death and politics swirling just behind them.

Thwip!

A dagger sliced through the air, embedding deep into the stone between the two rooftop factions.

Both Junna’s Shadow Unit and Friskle’s Assassin Unit instantly tensed.

Their eyes darted to the dagger—a royal-forged piece marked with the unmistakable crest of the Beastkin King.

And both factions recognized it immediately.

"Tch—!"

From the shadows above them, three masked figures materialized—flawless in silence, dressed in sleek black armor that blended perfectly with the early morning sky.

The Royal Elite Assassin Unit.

They moved like wind—silent, effortless, deadly.

Then, descending lightly from the upper roof like a falling feather, came their leader.

A tall, graceful woman with a long silver beastkin tail swaying behind her robes. Her face was hidden behind a white ceremonial mask, but her gentle, motherly smile was visible through her eyes.

She landed softly between the two rival factions, as if stepping into a family gathering.

"Well, well, well..." she said sweetly, her voice calm yet laced with subtle pressure. "What do we have here?"

Neither Junna’s nor Friskle’s teams moved.

The woman tilted her head, her smile unwavering.

"I can’t believe two little mutts from rival factions are trailing the same black-haired human," she said, gently placing her hand over her heart like a doting aunt.

Her tone never shifted.

Her presence, however, pressed like a blade against every throat.

"May I know... what business you both have with this human?"

None of them answered.

The wind blew.

Hazuki, still down the street, scratched his back and muttered, "Did it get colder all of a sudden?"

Ridan slowly floated behind him, glancing back toward the rooftops with narrowed eyes. "...Something’s watching."

"Oi, Ridan!" Hazuki called out as they turned another corner.

"What?" Ridan answered, floating behind him while glancing over his shoulder.

"Where are you looking?"

"Nothing!" Ridan quickly spun around to face forward. "Just focus on the road, man. And stop ogling women."

"I won’t! Not when they’ve got fur all over their skin!" Hazuki muttered. "Unlike you, smoky ghost perv."

"Hey! I’m smooth in all the right dimensions."

As the two bickered down the street, beastkin guards positioned around the square were already on high alert, their eyes trained upward, ears twitching subtly.

They had seen the figures on the rooftops and recognized the masks, the posture, the eerie stillness.

The Royal Elite Assassin Unit.

And right now, they were watching the rooftop standoff unfold.

But no one made a move. No shouting. No whistles. The guards remained calm and unmoving.

To the average citizen, the plaza looked completely peaceful.

But the guards’ hands hovered just a breath away from their hilts.

On the rooftop, the masked leader of the Royal Elite Assassin Unit still stood between the two rival factions, her gentle smile unwavering.

One hand slowly reached over her back and drew two long, curved blades, the steel gleaming like moonlight.

"Well?" she asked sweetly. "Any answer from you?"

Neither Junna’s nor Friskle’s squads dared speak.

Her blades rested effortlessly in her hands—her stance relaxed, graceful... yet exuding the aura of someone who had ended lives before breakfast.

"Or..." she tilted her head ever so slightly. "Shall we settle this the old-fashioned way?"

CLANG!

The air cracked as two blades clashed at once—Junna’s Shadow Unit and Friskle’s Assassin Unit struck simultaneously from either side, aimed at the masked woman’s vitals.

But she didn’t flinch.

With a smooth twist of her wrists, the Royal Elite Assassin Leader blocked both strikes mid-motion—one blade parrying upward, the other sweeping low—her body barely shifting.

A soft, gentle yawn escaped her lips behind the porcelain-white mask.

"My my... how bold."

Her voice remained calm. "I believe this is your best?"

Both attackers leapt back, landing opposite each other on the rooftop, their stances tense and breaths shallow. freēwēbnovel.com

From behind the leader, another shadow agent flung a dagger—spinning toward her with deadly aim.

She simply tilted her head.

Clink.

With a flick of her wrist, she deflected the dagger using the flat edge of her blade—as if swatting away a leaf.

Still smiling. Still unmoved.

"I believe..." she said softly, blades gleaming under the morning sun, "this is your end."

( End of Chapter )