Chapter 1 The adventure begins

Ajax Aayam, a high school student, sat alone at his desk in the middle of the day while his classmates chatted among themselves. Despite having previously gotten along with his peers, they now seemed to mistake him for someone else. One of his classmates, Zack, addressed him as if he were someone named "Ajax Sagami," who shared the same name as Ajax Aayam.

Before starting fifth grade, Ajax had to move to another country due to family matters. In his absence, another individual named Ajax began attending his old school. When Ajax returned for the new school year, his friends failed to recognize him and instead believed that their former classmate had changed over the summer break. Despite his efforts to convince them otherwise, they treated him with indifference and hostility. Frustrated and disheartened, Ajax eventually gave up trying to prove his true identity to his former friends.

"Okay, everybody, take your seat; class is about to begin." The Ajax homeroom teacher came into the class. 

"A few more hours, then the school will be over for the day," he said. TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH THC THC. A sound like static filled the room so loud that no one could hear anything. Then suddenly, the floor lit up with a mark on it, and the whole class was teleported to a different world.

As the students entered the room, they were met with a cacophony of gasps and wheezes as they struggled to catch their breath. The room was a grand, imposing chamber that bore all the hallmarks of a medieval throne room, complete with ornate furnishings and intricate tapestries hanging from the walls. At the far end of the room stood a group of individuals dressed in strange, otherworldly garb.

After a few moments, a man who appeared to be in his early thirties stepped forward and addressed the students with a booming voice that echoed off the walls. "Brave Heroes," he began, eyes scanning the assembled crowd. "We have summoned you here for a singular purpose: to save our world from an impending threat that looms on the horizon." The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air as the students waited with bated breath to hear more.

As the man in his thirties began introducing himself, he was suddenly interrupted by a young priest in his twenties. The priest stepped forward, his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes a stark contrast against his white robes. Despite his good looks, something about him made Ajax Aayam's blood boil. It was as if his instincts urged him to take the priest down quickly.

"Please, my lord," the priest interjected smoothly, his voice like honey. "Allow me to explain the situation to them." Though his words were polite, there was an air of confidence about him that suggested he was not one to be trifled with. As the students looked on, they couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and unease. What exactly had they gotten themselves into?

 "Wh...what are you saying? Why should we help you? After all, you brought us here against our will. A student at the front asked the man who was in front of the students.

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Henry Upton, the head priest of Florian, and this is the country's king, Raven Florian. Now, then, let me explain what is going on here. Our kingdom is currently at war with demons threatening to eliminate all of humanity in this world. Our enemy has already distorted too many kingdoms, and only three remain. Our army is small and no match for them. We summon all of you here, hoping you will save us and relocate all of the demons in this world.

"So what!?"

"That is not our problem.!"

"You should send us back to our world and try to save your world instead of using those who have no reason to.!"

The priest shook his head. "At last, it is impossible for you all to return to your world."

"What? Why not?"

"The method we used to bring all of you here was using a large amount of magical energy that was gained by capturing demons as sacrifices for the ritual."

When Aayam hears the demons, we sacrifice to bring them so that he can feel his heart tighten up. For some reason, he doesn't know why that is.

We will need more power or sacrifice to send you back to your world.

The students started to talk among themselves. Disclosing what they were told. Then one of them spoke out. "That means we must fight to get the energy to go home." Sight nodes came from the preds. Very well, I will help you with your war. The Ajax, the student believes to be their long-term friend, said all that to the people before them.

"What are you saying, Ajax?" The rest of the class asked him in a short voice.

The only way to get home is to get power, and to get that power; we need to help them. Well, I will help them so that we can return home. You guys don't have to if you want." With that answer, the whole class went silent.

"The..that..then I will help you." One of the students spoke out. Me too. I would also help you. Two other students also said they would help, and then everyone else decided to help.

The people before the students looked glad they had refused to help them. However, Aayam noted that the priest has a more sinister smile on him than the others.

In these places, they are going to pirates to fight with weapons. The arena was like the one in Rome, with people speaking with each other, running in a course, shooting arrows, and hitting dummies. Close to the training ground was the students' bath area. The bath is separated by the garden with Harvey doors that are enchanted to keep the opposite sex out no matter what it takes. At the end of the tour, it was already dinner time.

As the students filed into the Mess Hall, their eyes widened at its sheer size. It spanned 12 yards long and 18 yards wide, with rows of polished wooden tables and benches. The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Once everyone had taken their seats, the doors at the end of the room swung open, and a group of servers entered, carrying trays piled high with steaming dishes of savory food. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, making everyone's mouths water.

As they started to eat, the students chatted and laughed, excitedly exchanging stories about their classes and adventures. Some people who had accompanied the class joined in, regaling them with tales of their travels.

But amidst all the chatter and merriment, there was one student who remained quiet and unnoticed. Aayam sat alone, silently eating his meal while the others ignored him. Even the king and the priest, engrossed in a conversation with Ajax, barely spared him a passing glance.

Despite the joyous atmosphere, a sense of unease settled over the hall. It was as though something was amiss and threatened to spoil the festivities. And as the night wore on, that feeling only grew stronger.

After the meal, the king and the nobles took it upon themselves to give the students a tour of the castle. They led the group through winding hallways and grand staircases, showing them the various rooms and halls of the castle. 

Finally, they arrived at the sleeping quarters at the castle's east end. The students were each assigned their rooms, spread out over four floors. The first and second floors were designated for the boys, while the top two floors were reserved for the girls.

As they explored their new surroundings, the students couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious accommodations. The rooms were spacious and well-appointed, with plush beds and ornate furnishings. The windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside, and the walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and paintings.

Despite their excitement, some students couldn't help but feel a twinge of homesickness. The castle was grand and impressive, but it was also a far cry from the familiar comforts of home. Nevertheless, they tried to make the best of their situation, eager to see what other adventures awaited them in this new and unfamiliar land.

As Aayam entered his room, he felt a strange sensation. Suddenly, he was on all fours, breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon without practice. He tried to shake it off, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"What is this feeling I'm having?" he muttered. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong.

Aayam tried to brush it off as an after-effect of being teleported via the magic circle. Still, as he looked around at his classmates, he realized they didn't seem to be experiencing anything similar. He hadn't heard anything from his old friends or the people who had brought them to this world, which only added to his confusion.

Later, the feeling intensified when the class was given a tour of the castle. Every time Aayam saw a random person, he felt a warning that they were dangerous. His instincts were on high alert, sensing danger in every nook and cranny of the castle.

Unable to ignore the feeling, Aayam stood and walked to the window, gazing at the moonlit landscape. He wondered if it was all in his head or if something more sinister was at play. Either way, he knew he needed to stay vigilant to survive in this strange, new world.

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"Are you sure these humans will help us with our plans?"

"Yes, I do. Even though these humans don't seem very important, they will surely be a big key for us."

A group of people wearing dark hoods is talking in an underground room that seems to be where they torture demons that have been captured. The hoods they are wearing make them look like they have a humanoid shape, but under the hoods, some globs look like slimes, the lowest monsters that live in this forest. So how exactly are they going to be useful to us? Even though the one who seems to be the group leader stays silent. Even though they all don't have any faces, it seems like he was given a smile.

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The next day, the entire class was led down to the chapel, which they had not yet had the chance to explore. They saw the king, the head priest, and six others standing before a magnificent stained-glass window as they entered.

"Welcome, heroes," the head priest began. "We have much to do."

He explained that they would determine what class each student would be assigned for the upcoming battle. A nun in a white robe stepped forward and introduced herself as the process facilitator.

"I would like you all to kneel and pray," she instructed. "The gods will grant you power, and once you have gained it, place your hand on this glass. It will tell us what your class is."

Each student followed the nun's instructions, kneeling in a spot where the sunlight shone upon them. They began to glow one by one, indicating that they had been assigned a fighting class.

As the process continued, it became apparent that the student fighting class was designed to be full of surprises. Each student's assignment was unique and tailored to their strengths and abilities.

The students couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. They had trained for this moment, and now it was finally here. With their classes assigned, they were one step closer to fulfilling their destiny as heroes of this strange and wondrous world.

As each student approached the glass ball, they played their hand upon it, eager to learn their role in the upcoming battle. The first student's expressions grew wide with astonishment as they realized how far their destiny would take them.

The task of assigning each student their role fell to the nun, who stood watchfully over the group. Among them were six mages, six warriors, two archers, two assassins, and two riders. The last two students to approach were Sagami Ajax and Aayam Ajax.

As Sagami knelt in prayer, he radiated an ethereal glow brighter than others had emitted. Those present shielded their eyes in awe as the nun instructed Sagami to place his hand on the glass ball.

The nun's voice was filled with wonder as she watched Sagami's hand come into contact with the ball, and a strange sound reverberated through the room. The other students looked on with confusion, unsure of what was happening.

The nun, who stood directly in front of Sagami, was gasping for air along with the others in her entourage. It was as if they had all witnessed something miraculous that defied explanation. 

The king noticed the stunned expressions on the students' faces and inquired about their distress. One of the students spoke up, asking why the king had referred to Sagami as a hero.

The king recounted the ancient legend of a great sage who had sacrificed his life to create a barrier that protected humanity from the onslaught of demonic forces. The sage had prophesied that someday, a hero would rise to defeat the demons and save humanity from their nightmare.

The king's words hung heavy as the students gazed at Sagami with awe and disbelief. Could it be true that he was the one destined to fulfill the prophecy and save them all?

Silence reigned in the room as the weight of the king's words sank in, and the students struggled to comprehend the enormity of the task ahead. The fate of humanity rested on the shoulders of one young hero, and the weight of that responsibility was almost too much to bear.

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Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.

The sound of wooden swords clashing echoed through the training grounds, where the front-line students were honing their skills. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a group of students practiced their spell-casting techniques, lending their expertise to those still learning to harness their powers.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, a few students set out on a journey to other towns, demonstrating their abilities and proving their worth as potential heirs to the hero's mantle.

Beyond the city walls, a group of students were hard at work, learning how to tame wild animals for use in the upcoming battles. Their patience and discipline were tested as they worked tirelessly to earn the trust of these creatures, forging an unbreakable bond between man and beast.

Each of these groups knew their success would be crucial in the battles. They trained with unwavering determination, pushing themselves to their limits and beyond to protect their people and fulfill the prophecy foretold so long ago.

As the days passed, the students continued to discuss who would become the savior of humanity. Everyone had a unique set of skills to contribute to the cause—everyone, that is, except for Aayam.

Despite his best efforts, Aayam found himself left out of the running for the coveted title of hero. It had only been a week since they had first discussed the importance of each person's abilities in the battle to come, and already Aayam felt as though he had been left behind.

His friend Fujiwara was in a similar position, lacking any discernible skills that could be used in combat. But unlike Aayam, Fujiwara seemed unfazed by her lack of abilities. She remained steadfast in her determination to do whatever she could to help her fellow students, even if it meant playing a supporting role.

As the pressure mounted and the stakes grew higher, Aayam couldn't help but feel a sense of despair creeping in. Would he ever find his place in this battle for the fate of humanity? Or would he be relegated to the sidelines, a mere spectator to the heroic deeds of others?

After the shocking revelation, the students and the king made their way back to the chapel. Those who had not been present were in disbelief as they tried to understand what they had just heard.

As they all began to calm down, the king announced that it was time to begin their training in earnest. But before they could all disperse, a voice called out, stopping them in their tracks.

"Wait, Your Majesty," a nun called out, drawing the group's attention. There is still one more person who needs to be considered."

All eyes turned to the nun, waiting for her to explain. Who could this mystery person be, and what role would they play in the coming battle? The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for the nun to speak, wondering what other surprises lay in store for them.

"Who are we missing…?"

The king looked back and saw Amaya.

"Oh, I Am sorry about that. Could you please do as everyone else has done?"

Sounding like he wasn't interested in Amaya, he left the room with some of the students and his very, who had come with the king.

One who stayed was the nun in charge of the process: the people, the knight general, and the rest of the students. 

Amaya knelt and started praying. An hour has passed, and nothing happens. The glow that everyone had on Expedia did not happen to time. I guess I asked him if he could place it on the glass call to see whether or not it worked, as he did, but nothing happened. There was no word disturbing what his job is or skill is. Try the secret forces of aging. Amaya did as he was told, and nothing has changed. After 3 more tries, I believe the goddess doesn't think he will be in an entire battle with the demons. When the king heard this, he was surprised. One of the students who was supposed to help them insulate the dames had no talent they wanted to send. What he then decided to do was send him far so he would not get in the way of the rest of the heroes.

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As Aayam pondered over recent events, lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice his classmate approaching him until she spoke. "Hey there, Aayam-Kun," Fujiwara Kosuke greeted him.

Aayam looked up, surprised to see his childhood friend standing before him. He and Fujiwara had grown up together as siblings, thanks to their mothers' friendship during high school. However, when his family left the country, only Fujiwara's parents knew why. Despite this, they chose to keep quiet, and Aayam never got the chance to meet them upon his return to Japan.

"Aren't you training with us?" Fujiwara asked, eyeing Aayam curiously.

"Well, you see..." Aayam trailed off, quickly coming up with an excuse for not running with the other students.

"I see you're already done for today," Fujiwara noted.

"Yup," Aayam replied with a small smile, grateful for her understanding.

Fujiwara wasn't there to learn what skills to have, so she knew nothing about his situation.

"What about you? Why aren't you training?"

"Oh, I am just taking a break."

Her job is as a mage, and she is the best among the students.

"So, do you need anything from me?" Ask Aayam

"No, not really. I just saw you sitting here alone and wanted to talk to you."

"Really?"

"Here, I thought you shared our, not just used me to grab Axjas' attention."

Fujiwara's face turned red as he said that.

"Wh wh wh what do you mean by that?"

"Don't you have some kind of crash on him?"

"I do, but how do you know that, and who told you that?" Fujiwara was complying with the flash turning red. Turning her head, wondering if Ajax believed that her childhood friend was looking at them. Aayam, realizing this, tries to calm her down.

"Wow, Fujiwara takes it easy now, let me explain. Listen, no one told me about your feelings for Ajax. I just overheard some classmates say they have feelings for him."

"Oh, is that right?"

It Sounds like she calms down a bit. Aayam believes he has to ask some questions about what he has missed during the past five years of absence. "Hay Fujiwara, can I ask you some things?" She nodded her head in response to go on.

He asked her about her family life, whether her periods were all right, whether she had any siblings, whether she had any habeas, and what she liked and disliked.

Not having any reason not to answer him, she gave him her response to his question.

"Well, my parents are alive and happy. I recently got two siblings; one is a boy, and one is a girl, a little brother and a sister. My hobbies are camping, singing, and running. I like eating sweets, watching movies, spending time with my siblings, and shopping with my friends. I don't like people that seem to tell the truth." Saying that last-bit skier looks in a deal glaring at Aayam.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha." Knowing why she was glaring at him that way, Aayam left it like he did not notice. "Yeah, I bet anyone would hate those types of people. Could I ask you one more thing?

"Sure, what's on your mind?"

"May I ask you how you fell over heels for Ajax?"

Once he said, Fujiwara's face turned red again.

"Why are you asking about that?"

Then Aayam said something to surprise her, moving one his hand behind his head as if to scratch it."I love hearing people's juicy love stories about themselves." He said all of that with a smile.

Feeling like he was making fun of her, she is pretty abusive, to say.

Aayam started to speak again. "Oh, oh, oh, let me guess. Your parents knew each other way back and would bring the two of you together when they met."

Fujiwara's face turned into shock, and he was surprised that he had gotten it right." That is correct! How did you figure that out?"

"Hm hm hm." Aayam did not say anything and just countered. "And then, one day, the two of you made a vow under a tree next to your houses that the two of you will get married and live happily ever after."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Fujiwara was a series of what he just said: everyone on the training ground was paying attention to them.

"How do you know that!?"

Fujiwara grabs Aayam, showers him, and shakes him back and forth furiously.

"Please calm down, Fujiwara. I was only guessing." At that, she says that she is mildly dead.

"Relly, is that true, Aayam?"

"Yes."

"Oh, sorry about that."

"Did everything I said happen?"

"Uuuh."

"What are you guys doing?" A boy's voice called out when they looked at someone who spoke about them. The person who shouted out to them was Axja, looking their way, just like the other students.

When Fujiwara saw everyone looking at them, she placed her hands on her face and quickly ran away from the training ground.

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As Fujiwara ran off from the training ground, the other students turned to Aayam, suspicion etched on their faces. "Hey Aayam, what did you do to Fujiwara?" one of them asked, his tone accusatory.

A scowl formed on Ajax's face as he walked up to Aayam, his eyes narrowing. "What did you say to her?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.

Aayam knew that revealing what he and Fujiwara had discussed would only cause more trouble, so he remained silent, much to the frustration of the other students. They persisted with their questioning, each one growing more aggressive than the last.

Finally, they had enough of Aayam's silence. Ajax and his cronies seized Aayam by the arms and dragged him away to a secluded spot where no one could see or hear them.

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A voice broke through the haze of pain that clouded Aayam's mind. "Hey, are you okay!?" The concern in the voice was palpable.

Aayam's eyes flickered open, and he saw a figure looming over him - one of the summer students who had been brutalized by Ajax and his gang. The boy was covered in bruises and cuts, and his breathing was labored.

Before Aayam could respond, the soldier who had come to his aid earlier appeared on the scene. "I need to get you some help, and fast!" he declared, scooping Aayam into his arms and carrying him towards the medical room.

As they hurried through the halls, Aayam's mind raced. He couldn't believe what had just happened - the students who had dragged him away had intended to beat him until he talked. But why? What could they possibly want to know that was worth resorting to violence?

Aayam knew he needed to find out the truth - and fast. But for now, he was grateful to be in the hands of someone who had his best interests at heart.

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"Mmm," Aayan said as he reclined continents. When he sat up, he was in a room that he did not recognize. There were two other beds next to Aayam and cables in front of him that had some herbs in bottles. 

"Where am I? "

"Oh,your wake." Suddenly, someone's voice grabs Aayam's attention. There is an old lady wearing a purple dress sitting at her desk. You see, this is the private medical room to treat special patients."

"Oh, I see; how did I get here?" The old lady got off her chair, grabbed her walking stick, and moved towards Aayam.

"A knight passing by found you on the ground covered in injuries." He looked down at his body to see his condition, but all he saw was that he was fine.

"You said I was covered in injuries, and I feel completely fine?"

"Well, I used a reminder that heals your wounds faster." Confusion should build up on Aayam's face.

"Oh, did you not have any potions back in your old world?" 

Potions are a type of medicine that continues to get that art comes in Aayam word. Magic is inside them that can cause media effects that can heal people injured or sick. However, posts can only provide a match. No one did not have potions that could heal injured people like this. 

The old lady goes the same way he did before. Suddenly, a knock is heard from the door.

"Come in," the old lady shouted. The door was pushed open, letting in a knight.

"Wonderful, you have awakened," the knight said to Aayam. Having no idea who this stranger was, the old lady explained that this knight was the person who found him and cared for him to hear.

"Oh, is that so?" Aayam tore tours to the knight, bowing his head in thanks. "Thank you very much for helping me."

"Oh no, I was not a problem." The man raises his hands, telling Aayam not to be so polite in giving thanks since Aayam was a hero.

"May I ask you, brings you hide you?" the old lady started to ask him. Both Aayam and the knight looked detached from where she asked and were surprised to see someone else there not noticing him.

The knight turned his head to see what the lady was talking about and gave a frightened screen. "Sir Lancelot, my apologies; I did not notice you were there!"

"Ades soders." The knight, Lancelot, seems to have a higher rank. The moment the knight commander told his sabot to calm down, he looked at Aayam with a series of looks. "Are you one of the heroes known as Aayam?"

"Why yes, that is me." 

"Good, I was told to bring you to his majesty at the royal hall."

"Alright, let me... oof." Aayam was trying to get up from the bed he was on, but he suddenly clamped. "What's just happened? I can't feel my legs!?"

"Oh, that must be the side effects of the potions I gave you for your injuries". The old lady explained what was happening.

"How long before he can walk again? Lancelot asked the old lady.

"Hmm… I say around 3 hours."

"Shite, sorry, but is there any way to get his legs working again?"

"I am afraid that there is nothing like that." Lancelot looks straight at the wall and at them, wondering what to do.

Having an idea, Aayam asks them if they can use a wheelchair.

"A-wheel-char?" The old lady asked like a therm that she is not a formula with the words.

"Yeah, you know, a chair with wheels on its right and left for people that can't walk, You know, a wheelchair."

The two knights and the old lady gave each other something they had never heard of.

"That sounds quite interesting," the knight said.

"So I am sure you guys don't have anything like that?"

"No, we do not say they have anything like that," said the old lady.

"I see. Could the two of you carry me to the royal hall?" Asking for help from the knights who were with him in the room. "Um, could you two carry me?" 

Aayam, what won't be cared for by one knight that looks like a princess to be treated as a kid on a person? Back to his theories, a grad man would not be as bad as having one mean creaking in an energizing. On their faces, the two knights look at each other, figuring out how to do so; they look back at Aayam with big arms and then drag him to where the king is.

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At the royal hall, the king is waiting to have a visitor like the ones brought to this world. He hardly happens to them, and he will figure something out. 

"Your Majesty hero Ajax has arrived to meet with you," a strong guard next to the door called out to the king.

"Let him in, he responded." The guard obeys and lets Ajaz and two of his closest friends come on walking tours. Until they reach a point where it feels like apparat distance. 

"Greetings, you three."

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The king and the three students greet each other with responses.

Now he started to explain why he had seen them there. "I heard something happen to one of your classmates. I wanted to know if any of you know anything about it?"

The three studies locate each thinking that the king is talking about Kosuke, not Aayam.

"Well, your Highness, our friends and our friend Kosuke were talking to us when we were training with Aayam."

"We did not notice anything until she gave out a Yelp to which the courts are attached."

"We then asked them what they were talking about.

"Hold on a second. This is new to me! I never heard about this." He explained why he bred them here. One of his stories gave a beet report on Aayam being found. Some were close to the training ground, left on the floor, beaten up. He had not heard anything about Kosu keyring wisdom of some sort.

"Bring Kosuke to hear as well," he called out to the guard standing next to the entrance. Before the guard left, a knock came on the door. It was Aayam, and the two were helping him get to Royal Hair, where the king was.

"Your Majesty Lancelot has brought Aayam and Gawain as well."

"Let them in." The door opens, letting Aayam and the knights carry him on their shoulders. The king and his guests look at the people, wondering what they are doing. Will Ajaz and his friends stare at Ayam out of thinking that he is not the victim?

"blushed. Greetings, Aayam; glad you are looking well."

"Thank you, your majesty."

"Also, Lancelot, why are you and your subordinate dragging him like that?" Lancelot explains why they bring Aayam on their shoulders because it was the side effect of the potion that was used to heal the injuries, and it will take 30 minutes before he can walk again. Once Lancelot was finished, the king nodded, showing that he and his adviser understood their reasons. But Ajax did not seem covered.

"Now then, Aayam, could you tell me what happened to you?" the king started to speak. He also included what he had heard from the other students who were part of how Fujiwara was the actual victim and he was the assaulter. The king had a dark expression, saying that in the last bit. In his response, Aayam says that he and Fujiwara were conversing about getting to know each other as classmates.

"Don't you try to lie''! Ajax suddenly interrupted fiercely.

"I am not lying."

"Yeah, right."

"Your Highness, we should wait to hear what Kosuke had to say on this." The king agreed with Ajax's ideas and waited for the victim to come. After waiting for Kosuke for a few minutes, she finally arrived.

"Welcome miss Fujiwara."

"Thank you for seeing me.

"Now that Miss Fujiwara, "the king told her, he had her from his messenger and what the other students told him. Kosuke's eyes widen at what the king is telling her. After speaking about the land, he asked Kosuke for her side of the story.

"Well, we were only having a real conversation as any other classmate would want to know each other. The tops were only about our deck likes.

"What about that part where you scream and run away?" asked one of the advisers.

"Well, you see that, none of your business." Kosuke did not say how she did those things because Ajax was in the room with two of the other classmates. Her face was blushing red as she said that.

"Don't be afraid of Kosuke, and we can help you. So you don't need to worry about Aayam doing anything to you." Said'Ajax believes his friend is keeping quiet because someone ascertained someone is making her not say anything by blackmailing and doing what knows what else. Kosuke gave him a confused Um, Ajax. "I already told you and everyone who hears that Aayam, since nothing comes on."

"Kosuke, you don't need to be acidic. If he tries to do my thing, I will stop him." Ajax said that if he is a knight who promises his lover that he will not allow hare on her,

"May I propose that only Aayam starts speaking? Would it be better to write outside with my other classmate's soda, Sakai, and Ohno?"

"Watch for?" Asked one of the king's advisers.

"Well, it's to make Fujiwara Feel more at ease. Fujiwara will tell you what happens there if I wait outside the throne room with the other three." The king gladly agreed and had the four students wait outside. Thirty minutes had passed. During that time, Kosuke told the king about the last time she and Aayam talked about her cash on Ajax and how she made a promise that they would get Maire when they were adults.

The king had a face of understanding. She did not say everything about the two students because the hero of legend, Ajax, was in the room.

"Then why did you run away?"

She turns her head, blushes, and has fingers with her fingers. "Well, I felt embarrassed and couldn't face anyone at that moment." Even in this world, females were creatures that are hard to understand the king now and end his question. Now that the king knows the whole story, he has to make a decision.

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The next day, the king summoned all of the students to his throne room to respond to the insects that happened yesterday. The students wondered why they needed to come to hear. Some of them thought it was about Ayam and Kosuke.

The king came into the room and sat down on his hair. "Greeting, hero; I brought you all to inflict punishment on what happened yesterday." Everyone stayed silent so they could hear what was going to happen. "I decided not to be infected with what Ajaxes did to his friends and for Aayam. I decided that you will leave the capital with nothing added."

The whole class of students, in silence, did not understand what was just said.

"What are you saying, your majesty?" Breaking the silence, Aayam asked the king why he was being punished for no reason. "What exactly have I done?"

With a voice of reg, the king responded. "I don't have a problem with this that is useless to human survival". It also causes problems for the one who will save.

"He's right."

"You just get in the way."

"Why were you brought here?!"

"Get out of her!"

Aayam's classmates, nobles, and knights spilled out some hated words on him.

After a few minutes of disking words. Two knights walk to Aayam to escort him out of the throne room.

"Goodreads." I started to speak when the door closed.

 "Yeah, I am glad that he is gone". At the end of a corner, a female student left the room to catch up with Aayam. Outside the casual, the two knights brought Aayam in front of a drawn carriage. 'So where am I headed?" Aayam asked with a look as if his spirit was crushed. Figuring that there was no need to tell him, the two men kept quiet and led him in the carriage. They then shot him with shackles once he sat down. As soon they started to depart, a voice called to them to wait. The one who stopped them from leaving was Kosuke.

"Where are you taking him?" She asked them out of Cersei for her classmates. In response, one of them gave her an answer. "We are going to take him to the Union kingdom."

The Union was a kingdom of trade. It is one of the three remaining counties between Florian and Albina. Why is it then called the tired country where metals would do there? With other marathons from other countries, it was the best meeting point for sales.

"From there, he is working. Far from the battle." that is what he said, but they are going there to put him to work as a slave.

Kosuke understood what they said about whether she could talk to Aayam before they went. They nodded their heads to give her permission.

" Hey, Aayam. Listen." As she spoke to him, look straight at her. "I know what our classmates said harshly, and you most likely feel sad right now. but you should ignore them. They don't know how you are, and they probably think that they are in the right. Listen, Aayam, don't let people say what they say to get you down. I am sure that others think you are amazing. Just don't give up; you can find those people, and they will be grateful to you for being there for them." Once Kosuke was finished talking to Aayam, he gave her a response. "Thank you for your kind words, Fujiwara. But you don't have to worry about me. Besides…." with a sad smile, he said something that made Kosuke feel tribal. "I am already used to this sort of stuff." With those last words, Carreg rode off with Fujiwara standing still where she stood, shocked by what she just heard from him. From the directions, the group headed to Kosuke and heard someone humming a familiar tune. One that she and her oldest friend know.