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

The stink of the damp, dark dungeon where the class had been summoned had finally left them. Everyone, including Logan, immediately desired a change of attire.

Logan wanted to take off his sweaty, clingy hoodie, but he knew the shirt underneath was likely wet. He tried to ignore the discomfort as he observed the new hallway through which the three otherworlders were guiding them.

The ceiling was four or five meters high, with several exquisite crystal chandeliers illuminating the already sunlit corridor, as if electricity costs were of no concern. The class had ample space to stretch out, as the building's length and height were both expansive.

To display the kingdom's richness, benches and tables spaced a few meters apart each held flowers and scarlet or gold tablecloths. Through some of the windows on the left, the class could see a medieval-style panorama of the castle grounds and gardens, while the right side of the corridor was crowded with doors, spaced about every five meters.

It took them about ten minutes to go from what appeared to be a separate tower to the main castle via a straight path. They proceeded up a flight of stairs in silence, taking in all the views that came with the brief excursion.

Then, the voice of the princess summoned the maids to divide the group in two different directions and lead them into separate changing rooms.

With no ability to stop anything from happening, Logan followed the maid assigned to him, a small woman with light brown hair that cascaded down her back. She had a kind yet determined expression, her hazel eyes exuding a mix of urgency and empathy.

Grabbing his hand firmly, she hurriedly dragged him along to a room. She offered him a towel and asked if he needed assistance bathing, both of which he, of course, declined.

He entered a plain room with a few shelves and a large wooden bucket—perhaps more accurately described as a tub—filled with steaming water.

Curious about how people bathed in this world, he considered questioning the maid, who offered her assistance and was waiting outside the door. However, he decided to rely on common sense and began to undress, carefully checking his surroundings for anything or anyone that might be watching him.

Before fully stepping into the tub, he gingerly dipped his toes in to check the temperature, which seemed just right.

A few additional buckets with clean water were located near the tub, and he figured he would need to wash his hands first before rinsing himself with the water in those buckets.

Logan decided to totally immerse himself in the now-soap-filled tub and meticulously wash his hair. After five minutes of bathing, he felt less cautious.

He observed that his long, rich chocolate-brown hair had grown to below his shoulders. Carefully stretching it out, he combed through it with his hands, but before he could continue, a tap at the door urged him to hurry.

To remove any remaining soap from his body, he rose, doused himself with the two buckets next to the tub, lightly shook himself to avoid soaking the area around the large bucket, and then reached for a towel.

He groaned when he saw the plain clothing on the shelf, which included a shirt and what appeared to be tights in place of underwear.

Guessing that proper clothes would probably be specially tailored later, he informed the maid he was done bathing. The black-haired maid entered the room, took his measurements with a string, and told him to wait a few minutes while his clothing was being prepared.

Soon, the maid arrived with three fresh items.

She handed him smooth white pants and a plain white shirt, which he promptly put on. Shortly after, he received a white and gold-trimmed tunic to complete the set.

He could tell by the fabric's quality that everything was made of silk or a similar material. The garments were light and comfortable, though a bit too large and garish for his tastes.

Even the laceless shoes miraculously stayed on, giving him the impression that he could jump higher than usual. The attire was overall classy or should he say ancient, but incredibly comfortable, even if it was a bit simple.

The only issue left was the beanie he always wore. Despite his attempts to put it on covertly, the maid reached out and requested it under the pretext that it needed to be washed.

"Hero, if you don't mind, I asked around for some hats to be brought since you were wearing one when you were summoned," the maid said. "Please decide if you want to wear one of the three I could bring on short notice. If not, I can try looking for others."

The maid presented three different hats: one was a cap with a donut-like shape and cloth hanging around it, another was a white hood that covered everything but his face, and the last was a simple hat that slanted to one side with a feather attached to it.

Looking at the three hats and the stoic-faced maid in front of him, Logan had to restrain himself from laughing.

He decided on the feathered hat and positioned it in his typical emo style, with hair covering part of his face. He didn't want to bother the maid anymore or make her tired or angry for having to search for additional headwear.

Without any mirrors in the room, Logan had to rely solely on the maid's compliments for his appearance. He hoped that the other students in the class had it worse than he did.

He thanked the maid for her help and went into the hallway where the class would soon assemble.

Logan was the fourth person to finish, while the other three men were sitting nearby wearing clothing similar to his, except that Logan was the only one wearing headgear. Naturally, he couldn't avoid the looks they gave him, especially when they noticed his distinctive hat.

Logan kept a composed demeanor as he walked past them and then sat down on one of the nearby empty benches, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he waited for the others.

The sound of more footsteps interrupted his attempt to appear fast asleep as other males entered the hallway and began conversing. However, none of them chose to sit next to him or disturb him.

Logan sat in his resting position for around 30 minutes, trying to block out the noise, but he couldn't help but become absorbed in a conversation that caught his interest.

Some of the whispers were about how beautiful the maids seemed, while others were about his hat, since it appeared he was the only one who bothered to wear one.

Fortunately, the sound of the women approaching from the opposite side of the corridor, separated by the stairs, caused all the boys to stop talking. Logan pondered the cause of the strange calm that settled over the boys' side of the hallway.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at the girls, who were wearing a range of colorful outfits, accessories, and makeup. Even Silvia, with her smaller-than-average frame and a look of shame, appeared rather charming as she approached.

Logan struggled to appear uninterested but couldn't help glancing at Lisa. Easy to spot in the center of the group, she was receiving compliments from the other girls.

She wore a silver, gleaming sophisticated gown, with her light ash brown waist-length hair down, adorned with a silver flowery ornament that perfectly held the rest of her hair in place.

The people distributing clothing seemed to have given extra attention to Lisa, as she appeared to be wearing far more jewelry than the other students in the class.

Logan observed the young girl's beet-red face and eyes glued to the floor as she tried to respond gratefully to each compliment she received.

He was relieved that he no longer had to witness the uncomposed figure with which Lisa was brought into this world. When they arrived, he hadn't aggressively sought to check on her; in fact, she tried to hide within the group and even turned to avoid his gaze.

Logan was also drawn to two other people in the class. One of them was Alma, wearing a scarlet gown that demonstrated her sense of style, with her golden hair pulled back in a bun, held in place by a tiny fan-shaped ornament.

Ms. Claire, dressed in a long, majestic brown dress with dazzling black silk fabrics underneath, was the third lady in the female group that drew Logan's attention.

She had her hair up in a bun with side-swept bangs in the front, secured by a very thin, simple gold tiara, with two strands of ebony black hair cascading down from each ear.

Of course, Logan couldn't overlook the chest area of her attire, which made it easy for him to observe the size of her usually restricted and hidden mature figure. However, he did notice one thing: she was staring at the princess with a perplexed expression.

It would later be revealed that they had a disagreement while everyone was bathing, resulting in the teacher having to wait until later to get a personal explanation about the summoning from the princess.