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

After the students finished their first training, royals, representatives, and top officials from the Temple of the Seven Spirits came together in the grandest meeting room of Elris Castle. It was a room filled with the most luxurious furnishings: well-crafted chairs with cushions stuffed with exotic monster feathers, embroidered in gold threads, and a long table made from the bark of a great Ent.

The air was filled with smoke and a quiet intensity as the gathered dignitaries exchanged hushed conversations while waiting for Commander Theron to arrive with news of the heroes' current progress. At each end of the table, the top powers stood. The representative from the Empire, Lord Cedric, was grunting while tapping his fingers on the table with a look of boredom.

At the other end, Duke Armand sat talking to his daughter, his vision far gone from a great battle just a few weeks ago which had put him out of commission. His brother, the King of Verdith to the north, was responsible for the Great Frost Wyvern Elites, the continent's most feared army.

Lady Elara of the Pearl Isles sat gracefully, her eyes scanning the room with a hint of impatience. Tribes Leader Isabel of the Verdant Lands to the east flipped through a stack of magical scrolls and parchments, occasionally glancing up with curiosity. Finally, General Marcus of the Red Iron Republic stood near the window, staring out thoughtfully, his mind clearly on the strategic implications of the current training plan.

It was when the door finally swung open, and Commander Theron entered, that the room turned silent, his presence commanding everyone's immediate attention. The burly man in silver armor bowed and then directed his gaze towards his own king, Holven, with a nod before addressing the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Theron began, his voice firm and raspy, "I bring you the latest report on our young heroes. As you all know, yesterday we gave them a day to rest and today we officially began their first day of training. While many showed great potential and rapid growth as the Oracle stated, others have not adjusted well with the change of worlds."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "In today's training, we focused on real combat scenarios to gain insight into how each hero's skills and abilities work. I will say this: they are currently as deadly as regular soldiers and yet as naïve as ten-year-old children. Most have never hunted in their lives; today for all but one, was their first time killing a monster."

Lord Cedric nodded, his tapping fingers finally still. "We expected these problems from the kids. They are young and untested. Is it not our duty to guide them? The alchemist, for example—he has settled well in our lands and has even started creating a new weapon, from what I have been told today. It just takes a bit of bait to have them do what they are destined to do."

Lady Elara leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Indeed, but we must also ensure they are not pushed beyond their limits. Balance is crucial, especially considering how young they are!"

Duke Armand, whose hearing had become acute with the loss of his vision, turned to his daughter, who murmured softly, knowing she might have a good idea as one of his land's top strategists. "We have already talked about this before, but we need to find what they desire and try to keep as many of them in our world before the end of the great war with the vile demons. Their blood might be the greatest asset for this world, and with their numbers, each kingdom will have the right to keep a hero or two if they so desired." She turned with hostility towards the empire who already stole a hero without the consent of the other nations.

Cardinal Hesvalt, who attended the meeting as a representative of the Temple of the Seven Spirits, raised his hands to calm those in the room who were starting to raise their voices. "Everyone, we must remember that it is the Great Spirits that decide the fate of these young heroes. Is our duty to guide them… Yes! But, it is also to trust in the divine wisdom that brought them to us."

The room fell silent once more, the Cardinal's words resonating deeply in everyone's mind. His presence, with white robes adorned in sacred symbols and various colored jewelry, carried the weight of the temple's great authority.

Every dignitary nodded in agreement; their earlier excitement subdued by the Cardinal's calming presence. Seeing that it was his chance to act, King Holven spoke up, his voice measured. "Cardinal Hesvalt is right, but for now, let's continue with the rest of the report. Commander Theron, if you will."

Theron nodded, grateful for his king's intervention. "As I was saying, we have seen impressive growth, but there are areas that need great improvement. Tailored training regimens and careful monitoring of their emotional and mental well-being will be crucial in the days to come. Also, the tamer—the boy seems to be the weakest out of the heroes. I would like to have him monitored at all times and keep him a few steps weaker than the others."

Lord Cedric frowned slightly. "Is there a particular reason for that, Commander?"

Theron glanced around the room before responding. "Yes, my lord. The boy's abilities are not yet understood. By keeping a close watch on him, we can ensure he does not become a liability. We must also consider the potential danger if his taming powers were to… for example, be used on another hero."

Lady Elara added, "Indeed, we must balance the safety of the group with this particular boy's development."

Duke Armand nodded in agreement. "I fully agree to this proposal. We must nurture his potential without compromising the safety and progress of the others."

General Marcus spoke up, his voice steady. "So who will be his mentor then? We must have someone who will keep with the plan."

Commander Theron turned towards one of his rivals, knowing that after the demon war he could possibly be a future enemy. "The Empire has already sent their best tamer, have they not? She should arrive in three or four days from what I have been told."

"Oh, that girl," Lord Cedric interrupted. "She is as carefree as ever, but she should be up for the job. The Empress has personally told her what she needs to do."

With the plan for the tamer set, the representatives resumed their discussions, focusing on the next steps to ensure all the young heroes were prepared for the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, another meeting was taking place, this one in a less formal setting.

Ms. Claire had gathered the whole class in her private room, trying to keep everyone settled in order to begin their private meeting. The room was cozy, with warm lighting and comfortable seating, a stark contrast to the grand meeting room where the dignitaries gathered. The students, still buzzing with adrenaline from their earlier training, gradually quieted down as Ms. Claire stood before them, her presence a little overbearing today.

"Alright, everyone," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "I know today has been intense for all of you all and most want to go straight to sleep, so let's make this quick. You should all know by now what we are facing, we were not brought here by choice and our only way back home is to enter a nonsensical war and defeat what they call demons."

She paused, letting her words sink in fully before speaking. The room was silent, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily on every student's mind.

Ms. Claire continued, "This is not going to be easy, but remember, you are not alone in this. We are all a team, and we must face these challenges together. Each of you has unique abilities and strengths, so we need to learn how to use them effectively and support one another."

Logan, sitting quietly in the back, felt a surge of emotions. Despite the uncertainty and fear, Ms. Claire's words gave him a sense of purpose and belonging, and yet it felt artificial; maybe having an ability related to the soul made him aware of this immediately.

Ms. Claire looked around the room, making eye contact with each student. "Now, I want you all to reflect on what is important. We need to focus on one goal: to leave this world. You should all know how humanity's history went through the Middle Ages. After the demons are gone, it will only be a war between humans, and they will covet our powers to keep on fighting."

"We must remain united and very careful; these other world people will want to use us. We must remember that our task is not only to defeat the demons but also to find a way back home… away from the political schemes and the power struggles that will inevitably arise. To achieve this, we need to work together to understand our strengths and weaknesses."

The room was silent, each student absorbing the gravity of their teacher's words. They knew that the path ahead would be dangerous and filled with uncertainty, but at least for many, Ms. Claire's vision served as guidance—one that needed their collective power. There was still hope for some of those students who were desperate during these past days.

"Now," Ms. Claire said, breaking the silence, "who wants to share their thoughts on today's training?"

"We all know one thing, and that is Logan is weak," Brian said, his voice filled with mockery causing laughter and giggles from a few others.

Logan's heart sank, but he kept his expression neutral. The other students shifted uncomfortably, some nodding in agreement, others looking away.

Ms. Claire's gaze hardened, but she kept her tone calm. "Brian, this is not the place for personal attacks. We are here to support each other and grow as a team."

Brian shrugged, clearly unbothered. "I'm just saying. If we're going to survive, we can't have any dead weight. That includes those who did not participate in today's training or ran away during the middle."

Logan clenched his fists under his sleeves, determined not to let Brian's words get to him. He knew he had a lot to learn, but so did the others, as everyone had begun at the same starting line.

Lisa, visibly infuriated by Brian's comment, raised her hand before speaking. "Where in our world were there monsters and demons that needed to be killed? Not everyone has the heart to take a life like you, Brian."

The room grew tense as Lisa's words hung in the air. Some of the students nodded in agreement, while others looked down, unsure of what to say.

Ms. Claire stepped in quickly to diffuse the tension. "Let's come down, now then… Lisa has a point. Each of us comes from different backgrounds and has different experiences. It's important to acknowledge that not everyone will react the same way to these challenges. We need to respect each other please and support one another through these difficult times."

Brian scowled but said nothing, his eyes flicking towards Logan with disdain. Logan, however, felt a surge of gratitude towards Lisa for standing up for him.

[Thank you, Lizzy…] Logan thought, conveying his gratitude through their connection. The girl, who still could not return words through their link, just nodded in response.

As the discussion moved forward, the students began to share more openly, and the earlier tension gradually eased. They talked about their fears, their hopes, and the skills they needed to develop before the night ended.