My summon to another world was even weirder than I expected

“A tier-1 class again?”

“An Artist? What use is an Artist in battle?”

The ridicule was immediate, even harsher than before. Wendy’s confident façade crumbled as she clutched her trembling hands to her chest.

The nobles scoffed. “Another waste of a summoning.”

Zack, however, remained calm, piecing together the puzzle. The divide between classes was becoming clearer. Tier-1 classes were generic and lacked distinction, while higher-tier classes boasted specificity and power.

Wendy’s despair mirrored Hiromi’s, and though she didn’t share his fate, the message was clear: not everyone summoned here would matter. Only a few would be deemed worthy.

And the rest? They were disposable.

"An artist? Hahaha. This is probably the worst class so far."

"I can understand why the others appeared, but why would we need an artist?"

The nobles mocked Wendy, just as they had done to others with "inferior" classes. While the rest of us were already used to it, Wendy hadn’t reacted yet. It was as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.

It was only when the guards approached her that she finally responded.

"WHAT!! THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!!!"

Wendy's shriek echoed throughout the room, halting the guards and silencing the nobles. Wendy, unaware of this, turned to the pontiff.

"Again!"

"Excuse me?"

"Clearly, your orb isn’t functioning properly. I want to redo the ceremony," Wendy declared, shocking everyone present.

Zack could understand why the guards stopped advancing toward the pontiff and Wendy—they were simply too stunned.

This was the throne room of a kingdom's king. Even though the nobles seemed to act freely, none of them had moved from their assigned spots. It was evident that one of the castle's rules was to remain in your designated position.

In ancient times, a breach of protocol before the king was enough to warrant execution. Perhaps this was the first time the guards had witnessed someone shouting at the most influential and powerful people they would ever know.

It was only after Wendy's words that the nobles reacted.

"Insolent!"

"How dare she speak like that before the king?"

"Tsk, just as expected from a commoner."

The minister, Osla, who had just regained his composure, stepped forward and commanded:

"Guards! Remove this individual at once!"

"Yes, sir!"

The guards, who had been frozen in place, resumed their march, grabbing Wendy.

"What are you doing? Let me go!!!" Despite Wendy's protests, the guards held her firmly by each arm and dragged her toward the door where the tier-one classes exited.

"W-Wait! Tatsu! Help me, Tatsu! TATSUUUUUUU!!"

As the knights dragged Wendy away, Tatsu averted his gaze, saying nothing. No one knew what he was thinking. Wendy's screams grew sharper, echoing throughout the room.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME?!!! Tatsu, do you really plan to ignore me?! Wait, I haven't had the last word yet!! Do you hear me?! DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!"

Once the door shut, all sound disappeared.

The voice of one person suddenly echoed through the room, drawing everyone's eyes to him.

The pontiff raised his gaze toward the heroes and, with a calm look and a smile, asked:

"Who's next?"

For a moment, no one moved.

However, the ceremony had to continue, and the students stepped up one by one to learn their classes. As fewer and fewer people remained, more of the hero's companions inevitably appeared. No one could tell if this was good or bad.

"Ohhhhh!"

"The hero's companions have appeared!"

"There’s hope for the kingdom!"

"Status"

Status

Name: Sasamiya Lorelei

Race: Human

Age: 18

Class: Saint, Level 1

Skills: Universal Translation

"Status"

Status

Name: Sasamiya Seto

Race: Human

Age: 18

Class: Sage, Level 1

Skills: Universal Translation

As Zack observed the nobles, he began to ponder who might have the hero class.

The twins had been chosen as the hero's companions. Zack was starting to see a pattern.

The attributes of a hero are valor, strength, courage, and kindness—a person with a pure heart who won’t back down from adversity! … However, this isn’t a fairy tale, and based on what we’ve seen so far, the most likely candidate for the hero is...

As Zack was once again lost in thought and the others were deciding who would go next, footsteps echoed through the crowd. A young man with glasses stepped forward confidently, approaching the crystal orb.

"I’ll go. There’s no point in waiting any longer."

Yamato, the class's star student and student council president, approached the pontiff and placed his hand on the sphere.

As Zack had suspected, the person chosen as the hero was...

Status

Name: Hitotsuyi Yamato

Race: Human

Age: 18

Class: Hero, Level 1

Skills:

Swordsmanship, Level 4

Martial Arts, Level 2

Etiquette, Level 3

Universal Translation

...the least qualified for the role.

"Ohhhh!"

"Incredible!"

"He’s the hero!"

"We summoned a hero!"

The throne room seemed to erupt in celebration at the hero's appearance, though none of Yamato’s classmates seemed to share the sentiment. Even his friends appeared envious.

As the nobles discussed the hero’s appearance, Zack began to feel a headache coming on. If someone asked him who he’d least want to be the hero, Zack would reply, "Anyone but Yamato."

Yamato’s education wasn’t an issue. On the contrary, his family had ensured he received traditional Japanese education, excelling in both arts and sciences and even practicing martial arts. The problem was that anyone familiar with Yamato’s family knew they were anything but heroic.

Anyone who had heard rumors about his family kept their distance. Additionally, some of his relatives involved in politics had faced serious scandals and accusations.

Of course, none had been arrested, but the rumors persisted. As Yamato’s classmate for three years, Zack knew his personality and some of the things he had done within the school walls. Perhaps those accusations weren’t baseless after all.

Seeing the hero appear, the pontiff’s eyes lit up, and his smile grew even kinder.

"Congratulations, young man."

The pontiff attempted to say more, but the prime minister suddenly appeared at his side and said:

"Hero, please join us to observe the rest of the ceremony."

Osla practically dragged Yamato toward the other high-ranking figures, leaving the pontiff staring at the hero’s back with an unreadable expression.

Then, something unprecedented happened—the king rose from his throne and approached Yamato.

When the king stood, the nobles fell silent, and his footsteps echoed through the room.

The king wasn’t what Zack had imagined. Contrary to the stereotype of a fat medieval king surrounded by beautiful women, this king resembled a battle-hardened general.

He exuded an imposing aura that pressured everyone around him.

When the king stood before Yamato, he looked him in the eyes and asked in a powerful voice:

"Young hero, will you lend us your strength to save this world?"

There was no grand speech or plea emphasizing the hero’s importance. Yet, this simple question made the room’s atmosphere even heavier, as though this moment marked the beginning of a story that would be passed down for generations—a momentous beginning.

Despite everything, Yamato seemed unaffected, as if the man before him was just another person and not the king of a kingdom.

Yamato looked into the king’s blue eyes and replied firmly:

"It will be my pleasure, Your Majesty."

For the first time since their arrival, the king smiled. He placed an arm around Yamato’s shoulder, turned to the nobles, and shouted:

"Rejoice, for the hero who will bring us prosperity has arrived!"

"Long live the kingdom!"

"Long live the king!"

"Death to the demons and their allies!"

With the king’s words, the nobles began to applaud and cheer.

"Let us hold a banquet for our hero!" the king declared, met with even more enthusiasm.

Zack’s eyes widened momentarily upon hearing the king speak.

(He wouldn’t dare, would he?) Zack thought, hoping his prediction wouldn’t come true.

The prime minister approached His Majesty and said:

"The dining hall is ready to welcome the hero and his companions, and the food is prepared."

"Excellent! Hero Yamato, accompany me; today, you shall sit by my side at the banquet."

"Thank you for the honor, Your Majesty," Yamato replied, following the king out of the throne room.

"Please, heroes, join His Majesty for the feast. I’m sure you must be hungry," the prime minister said as he prepared to leave for the banquet.

The pontiff and nobles followed the king, emptying the throne room little by little.

In a minute, only the prime minister, those who hadn’t completed their ceremony, and some guards remained in the room.

"Wait a moment!!"

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