I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 279: The Battle for Elris

Brian, George, and Jonathan were back in the Kingdom of Elris. After the battle in the Red Iron Republic, they had received payment for their efforts as well as a few medals in recognition for facing off against and defeating the great general Dravor the Merciless.

The King of Elris had welcomed the trio, who had stationed themselves in the kingdom, with a grand banquet the night before.

Brian, however, was currently in his room, still seething with anger over what had happened and the state he had been left in. If, before, he had sworn to hurt Logan, now his intentions were far darker—he wanted to kill the loner. Jonathan and George were likely thinking the same.

Brian turned back toward his bed, where two girls lay sleeping peacefully. Yet, not even their gorgeous looks could soothe his rage. They were nothing compared to the girls he had been summoned with—those who had been turned into heroes.

With a sigh, Brian poured himself a drink and settled onto his couch. His thoughts turned to the king's proposition: defeat the demons, and he would be awarded both the princess's hand in marriage and the kingdom itself.

He mulled over the idea. The princess was, of course, attractive, though she shied away from him at every opportunity. Brian knew this wasn't entirely her own will—the king had instructed her to keep her distance until he achieved something substantial in the war.

Brian despised being treated like a pawn. The way the king treated him—as though he were a dog to be sicced on the kingdom's enemies for scraps.

Brian was about to throw his cup to the floor when a knock interrupted him. It was one of the royal guards—a young knight tasked with assisting him.

"Yes, Fanny, just open the door," Brian said, leaning his head back, waiting for the twenty-something-year-old knight to deliver her message.

The girl gingerly stepped inside, her gaze flickering to the two women lying on the hero's bed. She knew who they were and why they were there, but the thought unsettled her nonetheless.

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"We've spotted an abnormality off the coast of Veborodn to the southeast," Fanny said, her tone steady despite her unease. "We need you to get ready. They may be demons, similar to what happened in the Red Iron Republic. We'll determine whether to call the other heroes after you arrive. We've set up several teleportation arrays to ensure you can reach the location quickly."

The knight stood silently, waiting for Brian's answer, though her eyes continued to drift toward the bed every so often.

"Did you inform the other two? If not, go now. I'll be ready in a few minutes. And make sure you get that blacksmith to bring my gear—he promised it would be done yesterday, so it had better be ready today," Brian commanded, his tone sharp.

Without waking the two women still asleep in his bed, Brian quickly got dressed and left his room. He met Jonathan and George at the entrance to the throne room.

As he entered, his eyes scanned the room. The king was there, flanked by his wife, ministers, and the two princesses. They were surrounded by royal guards, which made Brian scoff.

The sight irritated him. The king's lack of trust was glaringly obvious—he couldn't even sit in a room with Brian without being surrounded by armed guards. Though the constant reminder angered Brian, he'd grown used to it over time.

"What is it, Holven?" Brian asked, addressing the king informally. "Are you telling me a demon general has come to our lands?" He slouched into the front bench with complete disregard, his body language making it clear that he refused to view himself as a mere subject of the king.

"That is correct," Holven confirmed. "We received reports earlier today that a group of one thousand demons has been spotted near the coast of Veborodn. You need to get there immediately and stop those damned blue-skins before they manage to establish a fortress—or whatever it is they're planning.

"They arrived by boat, so I suspect it will be similar to what you faced in the Red Iron Republic."

Brian nodded, glancing at his two companions. They seemed eager for the fight, driven by the prospect of finally reaching the last levels needed to hit level 80.

"Alright, let's get there fast. I want to surprise them before they can call for reinforcements," Brian said as he stood, Jonathan and George following close behind.

Cheers erupted around them—except from the youngest princess. Brian's gaze lingered on her, cold and piercing, as though accusing her of ingratitude. Myrea shivered under his stare, averting her eyes.

Brian's attention didn't stay on her for long. With a curt, forceful bow, he turned and left the room, Jonathan and George trailing behind him.

"Do you think we should ask the others for help this time?" George asked, his tone uncertain. The thought of facing another demon general like Dravor gave him pause.

"No," Brian snapped. "Let's do our job and kill anything in our path. I want to hit level 80 as soon as possible. Did you see that someone already reached it? I think it was that tamer boy—the one we need to kill." His sneer twisted into something darker as they made their way into the dungeon.

There, a teleportation array was being prepared by several mages. The glow of magic filled the room as they worked swiftly to ensure the heroes could reach their destination without delay.

The three entered the teleportation array without saying a word. The mages bowed to them and cheered, their enthusiasm only serving to irritate Brian. If they were so grateful, he thought bitterly, then where was the money he should be earning?

Mages were rich in this world, especially those skilled in teleportation magic, but Brian needed wealth. He hated to admit it, but he needed the fire crystals that could be bought from Rosethorn.

The array transported them to the southern coast of Elris, where Brian immediately felt the warmth of the beach and the salty ocean breeze. It would have been the perfect place for a vacation—if not for the sight of the large boat anchored nearby and the demons working tirelessly to construct a fortress.

Meanwhile, back in the castle of Midar, the king turned to his wife, Queen Olvidia—a woman whose beauty could rival that of a Greek goddess. He trusted her as much as his chancellor and sought her counsel.

"Should we ask for the help of the other heroes?" he asked, his expression somber.

"I believe it would be for the best," Olvidia replied thoughtfully, "even if it angers young Brian. Let's wait, though—perhaps he'll find the strength he needs on his own. Facing a life-threatening event might change his cold attitude toward the kingdom."

Her eyes drifted to their youngest daughter, who was happily playing with one of her toys—a gift from Lisa the Saint. Olvidia understood all too well Brian's thirst for power and the danger it posed. If he were left unchecked, her son's position as king could easily be overshadowed and handed to the hero instead.

Like her daughter, Olvidia possessed the gift of clairvoyance. She had glimpsed fragments of the future—a vision of the Champion, hero of the fist, dethroning the hero of taming. If all went well, Brian would eventually carve out his own kingdom elsewhere, sparing her the need to take drastic measures to eliminate him.