My summon to another world was even weirder than I expected

The Prime Minister's steps stopped, and he looked at the person who had stopped him.

"Is something wrong?" the Minister asked, clearly confused.

"What about those who haven't received their class yet?" asked Professor Kaede.

"Eh?" The Prime Minister looked at the four remaining people who still hadn't received a class, including Zack. It seemed like he had really forgotten about them.

"Don’t worry about that. After the banquet, we'll continue with the ceremony. Let's go; we don't want to be late," the Minister said as he tried to move toward the room where the banquet was to be held. However, he was stopped again when someone grabbed his arm.

"The ceremony only takes a few seconds. I'm sure that by the time we get there, the banquet won't have started yet," Kaede responded, feeling indignant at the Prime Minister's attitude toward his students.

Despite his age, Zack had experienced many things and understood how the world worked, so there were few things that could spark his anger. Apparently, being kidnapped against his will and sent to fight in a war he had nothing to do with, only to be forgotten when his captors got what they wanted, was one of those things. Who would have thought?

"Eh? But wouldn't it be good to make His Majesty wait?" the Prime Minister replied as he watched the crowd disperse.

Professor Kaede was about to say something when she was interrupted by someone behind her.

"If that's the case, how about I continue with the ceremony? After all, with my old bones, it's normal for me to be late to the celebration."

The Minister turned around, and upon seeing the person speaking, said:

"Are you sure, Archmage? I didn't want to impose a burden on you."

"Yes, I a—"

"Excellent. Please, accompany me. It would be a shame to be late. I'll leave everything in your hands, Archmage," the Prime Minister said, cutting off the mage before he could finish speaking. He left the room, accompanied by Miss Kaede, who seemed intent on staying behind.

After they left, the others fell silent. After all, it was hard to forget that this seemingly normal old man had electrocuted one of them just ten minutes ago. An awkward silence filled the room until the old wizard spoke impatiently:

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

The students reacted and hurried to find out what their class was. There were only four students left who hadn't received their class. Miss Kaede was right; the process was very quick. Twenty seconds later, one of the members had received their class.

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Name: Suzumiya Airi

Race: Human

Age: 18

Class: Bard, Level 1

Skills:

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"The Bard class, a tier-2 class, is quite common and uses music to influence the behavior of people around them," the old man explained.

Unlike the Pontiff, the old mage preferred to have more patience and explained the class in detail. Although they might seem simple at first glance, no class was entirely harmless.

After hearing the old man's explanation, the others seemed to have calmed down a bit. Another student approached the old man to find out his class.

This boy was the only foreigner in the class, apart from Wendy and Ronald, who were American, and Zack, who was half-Japanese.

Zack's father was a Japanese lawyer who met his mother during an international trial. It was a very complicated case related to maritime trade. Zack's father lost the trial. Afterward, Zack's parents kept in touch, gradually formed a relationship, and the rest was history.

The boy placed his hand on the crystal ball, and after it couldn't shine brighter to reveal his status, it appeared before the eyes of those still in the room.

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Name: Austin Ramírez

Race: Human

Age: 18

Class: Fire Mage, Level 1

Skills:

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"Oohhh, is this a tier-2 class?" asked Austin, satisfied.

Magic classes are extremely rare. Apart from Seto, who had the Sage class, only two people had acquired a magic class.

One was a Magic Tailor, a tailor who used magic for their dresses, imbuing them with magical power and granting them special characteristics. The robes of mages were made by people with these classes.

Still, it wasn't a class that made magic its primary element.

The other person with a magic class was a Shaman, someone who invoked the powers of nature spirits to aid them in combat.

When the nobles saw that class, they reacted as if they had seen a tier-3 class. Clearly, magic classes are more powerful than others.

"No, it's a tier-1 class," said the Archmage, breaking Austin's dreams of power and grandeur, as many before him had experienced.

"B-but shouldn't the tier-1 class be the Mage class? How is it possible that my class is tier-1?" the boy asked, hoping that his class was tier-2. The treatment was completely different.

"Normally, yes, but there are exceptions where a few individuals have an extraordinary aptitude in a certain field that allows them to modify their class," the Archmage explained.

"An example would be the tier-1 Shield Warrior class. This class shows that the warrior has an unusual aptitude for using shields. People with such classes will have less difficulty advancing their class to tier-2, acquiring defensive classes like Guardian or Paladin."

Upon hearing that he could level up his class, the boy asked hopefully, "So I can get the same treatment as the others?"

Zack paid attention to what the Archmage would say next. After all, even if someone had a tier-1 class, they could still reach higher levels.

The Archmage snorted.

"In your dreams. It's not that easy. If a person with a tier-1 class wants to reach tier-2, they not only have to reach level 100 but also have to have a sufficient understanding of the class they want to achieve. The fastest person to increase their class rank was a noble's son who was obsessed with this."

The Archmage paused and asked, "Do you know how long it took that noble to level up his class with the resources from his territory?"

"Eh? I don’t know, three years?"

"Five years. That’s been the minimum time considered to level up a tier-1 class to tier-2. This was because he had a mutated class like yours; a normal person would take 10 years with the same resources. And with each tier, it becomes harder. Having a tier-2 class is already impressive across the continent."

"F-five years?" Hearing the answer, the student deflated. The thought of working for five years just to upgrade his class to the same level as his colleagues filled him with envy.

Zack's complexion turned pale. It took ten years and a multitude of resources to level up a class. He and his classmates had been called to fight in the war against the Demon King, but the Archmage had already said that having a tier-2 class was extraordinary; having a tier-1 class wasn't.

Would it really be possible for the kingdom to provide them with resources to level up their class and not to their own soldiers?

It was more likely that people with tier-1 classes would be thrown into battle with barely any preparation, only to become cannon fodder. People with tier-1 classes were probably expendable.

If you don’t have a tier-2 class, you can only expect to die.

"It's already great that you have such a class. Be grateful for what you have," said the Archmage as he moved the crystal ball away from him.

"Who's next?" he asked.

"Will it be me?"

The ceremony was almost over, and there were almost no students left. Zack didn’t feel the need to be the last, so he volunteered as calmly as possible, though still feeling a bit uneasy.

He placed his hand on the crystal ball and said:

"Status"

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