ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!
Chapter 250: Legal Bonds and Promises ( 250 )

Chapter 250: Legal Bonds and Promises ( 250 )

Ridan drifted silently through the open window.

He hovered near the rafters, gaze resting on Hazuki.

The black-haired human sat quietly at the end of the long table, elbow on the wooden surface, cheek resting on his hand. His eyes weren’t on the food. They weren’t even watching the room.

They were distant. Still.

Watching the kids... but not really seeing them.

Yet something about the scene clearly mattered to him.

The kids—beastkin, elf, human—all laughed around their plates, stuffing their cheeks with meat and bread, dripping gravy and stolen bites from each other’s bowls. The din of cutlery, childish arguments, and excited chatter filled the air.

Hazuki just sat there. Not eating. Not drinking.

Just being.

Ridan hovered above him, silent.

Three days.

That was all they had.

Three days to leave this town. Three days to move again.

Because standing still was never part of his path.

And neither was safety.

Ridan’s thoughts tightened.

This isn’t about towns anymore. Not about rifts. Not about leveling up.

This is about fate finally catching up.

He floated lower, just a few meters above Hazuki now, close enough to hear his breathing. Close enough to see the line in his brow.

"I hope you’re ready..." Ridan thought, his expression calm—but heavy.

"Because after this, the real journey begins. And none of us know what waits ahead."

In the morning.After the buffet.

"Mister Hazuki..."

"Mister Hazuki..."

"Umm... Mister Hazuki?"

Hazuki stirred on the couch, one arm hanging off the side like a dead branch. His eyes cracked open, squinting at the morning light streaming through the window.

"...Hnn?" he grumbled.

Kisha was standing nearby, fidgeting with her hands. "Sir Hansim is outside... he’s waiting for you."

"Hansim? Who?" Hazuki yawned, his voice dry and half-awake.

Kisha blinked. "Sir Hansim from the Gurman household. The head butler."

"...Oh." Hazuki sat up sluggishly, his black hair even messier than usual. He rubbed the side of his face and muttered, "Why’s everyone so eager to ruin my sleep lately..."

He stretched once, stood up, then waved off Kisha’s concern as he shuffled toward the front door like a zombie.

Outside, standing near the entrance gate of the orphanage courtyard, was Sir Hansim. His posture was perfect, back straight, one hand behind him, the other holding a small, covered basket.

Hazuki squinted at him. "Yo... grandpa butler."

Hansim gave a polite bow. "Good morning, Mister Hazuki. I trust your rest was adequate?"

Hazuki scratched his head. "Could’ve been better. You got a habit of showing up uninvited?"

"I assure you, this visit is purely respectful. I brought breakfast."

He raised the basket.

Hazuki stared at it. "You bribing me now?"

Hansim smiled calmly. "Merely attempting to ease the start of our conversation."

Hazuki yawned again, rubbing his face.

"...Fine."

Hansim chuckled. "Don’t worry. Just a few words... and maybe something important you ought to hear."

"...Alright. Talk."

Hansim straightened, and reached into his coat.

"My lord sent a letter of apologies," he said as he handed it over.

"Regarding the mistreatment of the children during the gathering."

Hazuki glanced at the paper, then yawned.

"Oh... well... that was the past."

Hansim nodded slowly, respectful.

"And my lord wishes to extend an invitation again—this time... under different terms."

Hazuki raised an eyebrow. "What? Another party? I already told you, I hate those."

"No party," Hansim assured. "A private dinner. Just you, the children, and Lady Kisha. No nobles. No crowds. Just a simple way for my lord to show sincerity."

Hazuki scratched his head, looking unconvinced.

"And the catch?"

"No catch." Hansim’s voice was calm. "Only gratitude. My lord... he understands now. What those children meant to you—and what kind of man you are."

Hazuki stood quietly for a moment, then looked over his shoulder at the courtyard, where some of the kids were playing again.

"Man... I don’t really like dinners like that," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "But tell your lord, I don’t have a problem with him. It’s not like he’s the one who treated the kids poorly."

Hansim nodded, listening carefully.

"But," Hazuki added, eyes narrowing a little, "if he really feels guilty about it and wants to, I dunno... make it up or whatever..."

Hansim straightened. "My lord would be honored to make proper amends."

Hazuki sighed. "Look. I’m leaving soon. Probably in a few days. And the money I gave to Kisha... it’s enough. Food, clothes, repairs—it’ll last them years."

Hansim listened quietly.

"But that’s not what I’m worried about, old man. It’s not money," Hazuki said, his voice a bit softer. "It’s protection. I need someone to guarantee this place stays safe when I’m not around. These brats... they don’t have anyone else."

Hansim’s expression shifted to something firmer. "Mister Hazuki... you may not realize this yet."

Hazuki looked at him, brow raised.

"As a Rank B+ adventurer," Hansim explained calmly, "and more importantly, as the official guarantor listed for this orphanage under Macia Town’s registry... your name now holds legal weight."

"Legal weight?" Hazuki blinked.

"Yes," Hansim nodded. "The guild has already processed it. Anyone who dares threaten this orphanage while you remain its listed protector... is effectively declaring hostility to a Rank B+ adventurer recognized by the Macia Adventurer Guild. The law, both town and guild, will treat it as such."

Hazuki stood still, then slowly rubbed his face with both hands.

"Ugh... I didn’t even know I signed up for that."

Hansim smiled faintly. "You didn’t. But the guild did. Quietly. In your name. Deputy Guild Master Gikan pushed it through—said it’s the least they could do."

"...Hah." Hazuki lowered his hands, looking a bit conflicted.

Hansim then offered a polite bow. "Even so... my lord will not insist. You have already done more than enough. He only hoped you would accept a humble meal... but if you prefer not to attend, he will respect your decision."

"Yeah," Hazuki muttered, then looked at the kids again, a small tired grin forming.

"Tell him thanks. But no dinner. Not my style."

"I understand," Hansim said.

"I believe you and my lord Gurman are in good terms now?" Hansim asked, carefully.

Hazuki tilted his head. "Hmm? What’s with that tone?"

There was a momentary flicker in Hansim’s eyes, but his smile didn’t fade. "Ah, forgive me. I merely meant... it’s reassuring, especially after everything that happened."

Hazuki yawned. "I mean, I didn’t hate the guy to begin with. Just hated the trash guests."

Hansim nodded with a chuckle. "And my lord fully agrees."

Then he reached into his coat and took out a folded parchment, presenting it neatly in both hands.

"I will personally inspect the orphanage from time to time when I am free," Hansim said. "If I’m unavailable, I will assign staff from our household... or coordinate with the city overseer to ensure patrols are sent regularly through this street."

Hazuki blinked. "Oh... I like that idea."

Hansim smiled again. "So... about that."

"Hmm?"

"Would you mind signing this?" Hansim held up the parchment. "Just a simple acknowledgement. That your relationship with Viscount Gurman is in good standing."

Hazuki frowned a little, suspicious. "Just that?"

"Yes," Hansim said. "Only that. Think of it like... peace of mind. For us both."

Hazuki scratched the side of his head, then shrugged.

"Sure, why not. Where do I sign?"

Hansim unrolled the parchment and pointed. "Right here, if you please."

Hazuki took the quill from him and scribbled his name down without much thought.

"There," he said. "Happy?"

Hansim gave a deep, satisfied bow.

"Very. Thank you, Mister Hazuki."

( End Of Chapter )