The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1083: Epilogue 20 - The Heroes From Another World (2)

The training with all of my classmates was still going underway, stretching on like one long, exhausting blur of sweat, mana, and bruised egos. Each passing day chipped away at whatever "normal" we used to have back in our old world. At this point in the schedule, we had already been divided into categories—roles, basically, like we were in an RPG, except this wasn’t a game and the soreness in my muscles reminded me of that every single morning.

Those of us who developed stronger bodies—enhanced strength, endurance, stamina—were tossed into the "warriors" category. I ended up here. Warriors were supposed to be the vanguard, the shields of the class. If a battle ever broke out, we were the ones who had to take the hit first. Lucky us, right? Some people were excited about it, but after the initial hype, reality set in. Being a warrior meant being exhausted pretty much all the time.

Those who had been blessed with overwhelming magical potential were slotted into the mages. They trained far behind us, working on elemental blasts, barriers, incantations—whatever mysterious stuff mages were supposed to do. Honestly, whenever I glanced at them, they looked like they were having an easier time. Sure, they worked hard too, but they weren’t getting slammed into the dirt ten times a day by instructors twice our size.

Then there were the healers. Those rare few who received healing magic capable of patching up practically any kind of injury. Their role was vital, maybe even more important than ours, but ironically, most of them weren’t participating in training at all. That included Asada-san. She spent all her time in her room, curtains closed, barely speaking to anyone.

It made sense, though. She was still mourning. Ichinose-kun’s death hit her the hardest. He had been her best friend for years, practically her other half. And then, right after she lost him, she was thrown into a new world—confusing, overwhelming, and very harsh. Anyone would break under that.

But what bothered me, what gnawed at the back of my mind, was that Amakawa-kun wasn’t supporting her at all. He was her boyfriend, and yet their relationship looked like it had shattered the moment Ichinose-kun died. They were supposed to be the "perfect couple." Everyone thought so. But now? It felt like Asada-san was staring into some imaginary space where Ichinose-kun still lived, clinging to a ghost of a memory. And I felt like I, as class president, should at least try reaching out to her.

But every time I took a step in that direction, something inside me froze. It wasn’t fear—more like this instinctive feeling that if I bothered her, she’d shut me out completely. And I didn’t want to make things worse.

To be honest, I wasn’t even used to talking to girls. People always told me I was easy to get along with, someone who could talk to almost anyone, but that didn’t magically fix the awkwardness when it came to sensitive topics. The only girl I barely talked to before all this was Chihara-san. And she... well, she only ever talked to Ichinose-kun.

The first time I saw Chihara-san truly broken was after his death. She blamed herself for it and she was completely crushed. I always thought something was there between them—something unspoken but obvious. I really believed that if nothing horrible happened, the two of them would have grown closer. They had that sort of vibe. But fate didn’t care, apparently.

While I was walking down one of the long castle corridors, lost in those thoughts, I suddenly spotted Amakawa-kun talking to one of the maids. They were standing in the shade of a balcony, talking quietly, but thanks to whatever weird sensory enhancements came with being transported to this world—especially my hearing—I could hear them clearly, even from far away.

"Last night was amazing. I hope you enjoyed it," Amakawa-kun said with this casual confidence that felt a little too smug.

The maid flushed a soft pink, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I enjoyed it, Sir Amakawa," she replied, voice warm and slightly shy.

And honestly... she was gorgeous. Maybe not by this world’s standards—I’ve heard the knights call her "plain"—but to me, she looked like someone you’d find on the cover of some gravure magazine back home. I wasn’t the only one who thought that. Most of the guys in class would’ve agreed.

Did Amakawa-kun and her go somewhere last night? So that was why he wasn’t in his room.

"Can I do it again with you tonight?" he asked, no hesitation at all.

"As someone who is tasked with taking care of you, Sir Amakawa... wherever and whenever you want to, I’ll gladly do it with you again."

His smile widened, turning into this proud, self-satisfied grin. Even though I had absolutely zero experience in that area, even I could tell they definitely "did the deed" last night.

But it didn’t sit right with me. Not because I was judging him. But because he had a girlfriend—one who was barely holding herself together, drowning in grief and despair.

Shouldn’t he... I don’t know, be there for her instead of doing something that would obviously crush her further?

It wasn’t my place, really. But my conscience wouldn’t shut up.

So I approached him after the maid left.

He noticed me almost immediately. "What? Why are you here?" he snapped, then narrowed his eyes. "You were listening?"

I swallowed. "I’m sorry. I know it’s not my business but... did you get into a relationship with that maid, Amakawa-kun?"

"So what?" he replied, still smiling but colder now.

"Well... not to be rude, but... aren’t you still in a relationship with Asada-san?" I said. "Doing something like this—it’s clearly cheating. I don’t think it’s good for a relationship."

His smile disappeared instantly, replaced with an irritated glare.

"You really are a nosy, busybody type, huh?" he said. "If you want to snitch, go ahead. I don’t want that bitch in my life anyway."

"Huh?"

I actually froze. I didn’t expect that at all. Before all this, they were inseparable—lovey-dovey, annoyingly cute even. They looked perfect. No one would have guessed he’d talk about her like that.

"I mean, she isn’t putting it out anyway. I got tired of waiting," he said casually, like he was talking about the weather. "But here in this world, since we’re special, the maids are willing to put it out for us without question. Just the other night, I was fucking that maid."

He said it like it was nothing.

"And it’s not just me. Almost everyone here is fucking a maid of their own. They call it their ’secret service.’ And honestly, we boys welcome it. Who wouldn’t want to get laid?"

Then he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"I’ve seen you staring at the Princess too. Don’t worry, I get it. She stands above the rest. So why don’t you ask her to service you as well? I mean, she’ll probably put it out. We’re heroes from another world, after all."