I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

Logan finally turned to face the others—Yui and Ren, Freya who was still under his control, and Ruben, one of his closest friends.

Each of them reacted differently towards the news of the coming war and joining in the fight in the empire.

Ruben gave a simple nod as if it was only natural, he'd be coming along.

Yui, ever carefree, raised a thumbs up. Ren shrugged, as if to say, Oh well.

Freya, on the other hand, still bound to him, shook her head slightly—hoping he wouldn't bring her along.

Logan then turned to Ms. Claire, the teacher of the group. She glanced around just like him, trying to gauge the students' reactions before sighing deeply.

"We won't be able to avoid this… I just hope we're strong enough. I can't lose another one…"

The room fell into silence.

Logan sighed, bracing himself for what he had been avoiding. He finally faced the class.

"Well, there is one silver lining to all this… We can return to our world—if we complete our mission."

He had kept that fact to himself for a while, especially in front of the girls.

The moment he said it, everyone reacted differently—but whether it was excitement or anxiety, each person wore the weight of the words.

Within his own group, Rubina and Lisa shared almost identical expressions, a mix of hope and fear. Serana looked just as anxious.

Logan could feel their emotions clearly through their soul bonds—each tamed companion resonated with his own unease.

"Are you saying there's actually a way to go back?"

Kiel, the gladiator, was the first to speak—barely a second ahead of the others.

Logan also noticed several students with a look of resignation, while others seemed oddly unaffected.

But the ones who longed to return stood out clearly: Mia, Charlie, Darin, Freya, Carla, Reina… even Xander looked somewhat lost.

Jin, who had already built a life here, simply shrugged. Ren and Yui looked confused, but Logan could sense an inner conflict in both of them—they weren't fully sure what they wanted.

The ones he was most curious about were different.

Ms. Claire seemed torn, clearly affected by how many students didn't want to go back.

Halie appeared caught in an awkward place after seeing that Charlie wanted to return. It was clear she wanted to stay—especially for her creatures.

As for Ruben, Bobby, and Chris, they seemed perfectly content here. They even nodded toward Logan again, as if silently saying they intended to remain.

Everyone had likely already guessed what Logan would choose; his two knights, Chloe and Kai, did not seem at all bothered by his choice, either way, they just wanted the best for him.

Silvia already knew since she was there when the wind spirit of wind Syralis informed Logan—so she didn't react.

But Alma… she looked genuinely torn between two worlds. Logan could feel it. He tried calming her through their bond, offering what little support he could.

And then there was one person he didn't dare look at directly.

Lisa.

He tried to avoid her gaze, but it was nearly impossible.

She was biting her lip—hard. Her whole body was tense as if the decision weighed on her like life or death.

"Well… that's something some of us can look forward to," Logan said, coughing lightly when he noticed others in the room not part of their group.

Lady Elara, Earl Rosengard, and even General Marcus stood nearby.

They seemed to have predicted this would happen. And while they accepted it as the heroes' choice… that didn't mean they wouldn't try to convince one or more to stay.

Then, Logan turned to the two princesses from Elris.

The younger one, Myrea, gave a small nod—as if able to sense what everyone was feeling.

Vianell, however, looked downcast.

"Well, I hope you all enjoy tonight," Logan said, softening his tone. "We'll be having a feast. If any of you need to return early, let us know. Silvia and I will send you back to your homes."

He had said what needed to be said. Most, like him, were hungry and needed a few minutes to recover before they could enjoy the food.

Logan let the group disperse.

The only ones who didn't leave were the girls—and someone who had been waiting for him for some time.

Logan turned toward the figure… and was surprised.

For once, she wasn't wearing her knight armor.

Charlotte looked shyly toward Logan—he could already tell what she wanted to ask.

"I'm guessing you finished your quest, right?" Logan asked gently.

The girls who hadn't wanted to linger had already left, one by one.

Lisa lingered for a few extra seconds, her gaze unreadable… but eventually, she walked away to think through her own choice.

Charlotte stepped forward. "Well… there's actually one last part to it," she said softly. "It's just… we never got around to it. And you were busy."

She hesitated, glancing down before looking back up at him.

"To be honest… I've thought about it a lot. I knew there was a chance we might find a way back to Earth. So, I kept asking myself if it was the right choice—to choose someone to be loyal to."

Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed the weight behind her words.

"Unlike the others, my power depends on that choice. On making a bond. Just like how you need to accept someone at the level of the soul… well, I need to do the same."

Logan nodded, thinking a little less about the subject—he had already passed through that phase of questioning what was right or wrong. But her next words made him understand her struggle.

"I don't think you understand, Logan. My oath isn't as simple as I said… it really requires me to decide if I'm ready to die for someone. It doesn't just link my soul—it's my life.

Funny, right? For something that's just a class.

I guess I was always prone to this kind of thing. I liked those stories, the ones with knights and honor… but I always saw myself on the other side. You know?

I was never the one anyone looked for. No one needed a girl who looked so… manly.

And here I am.

At least this world helped me become something more—or maybe just less of what I used to be, in both looks and... well, attitude."

Logan looked at the girl in front of him—a girl with long, wavy blonde hair that extended past her shoulders. Her features were noble, slightly thicker around the jaw and cheekbones, but framed a beautiful face as if she had been born to exist in a European medieval era. Her amber-gold eyes held a mix of hesitation, but as she spoke, resolve slowly filled them.

She wore a cream, silk-like tunic dress, her waist wrapped with a detailed woven golden sash that complemented her tall, slender form.

She stood straight as if the short time she'd spent as a knight had already forged her posture into steel.

"And are you ready for that last step?"

Logan tried to act like a king—someone worthy of being followed. He knew she had likely already made her choice. What she needed now was the resolve to embrace it and move forward.

"Yes," she answered, soft but firm. "Besides being a king, you're the best one among us to follow. You've treated everyone well so far. I don't think I need to fear betrayal… not from someone like you.

It almost seems impossible, with how many creatures and people have gathered around you. I believe this is the right choice… and well, it's not like we're getting married or anything. It just means I'll be your knight—at least until this war is done.

That's my decision. So please, allow it."

Charlotte suddenly knelt before him.

Logan wasn't sure what to say, but he accepted the gesture with a nod. Reaching into his storage, he retrieved his crown and sword. The crown was worn with jewels missing and in need of repair after being battered during recent battles. The sword, though ceremonial in origin, had been reforged by Ruben—enhanced for moments like this.

"Well then, I have nothing else to add. Charlotte Ashwyn, you shall be my knight from this day forth. Do your duty with pride, and I'll make sure your oath is never taken in vain."

He lowered the ceremonial blade gently onto her shoulder, then the other, just as he had been done back in Elris. The motion was more symbolic than magical, but the weight behind it—his voice, his intent—made it feel real as if he were a king for a change.

Charlotte didn't flinch. She remained still, head bowed, eyes steady. When the blade rose again the sword glowed brightly, some mechanism the gamer Ruben probably added, Logan then cut his hand slightly and placed a mark on her shoulder.

The girl then began to quiver, she held on though as if the pain was nothing new, after a minute her body finally settled, her hair glowed more, and her figure looked equally as striking.

Charlotte not only became his tame, but she also changed her class.

She stood slowly, posture unwavering, her expression calmer than before. [Then from this day on, my life is yours to guide,] she said through the Empathic Link, the words formal but filled with quiet determination. Logan nodded, feeling the bond between them solidify—not like a pact of magic, but one of mutual purpose. And with the war looming, such resolve was worth more than any skill.