I no longer doubted that it was Razor, a loner in my school. His mysterious and solitary nature had always made him stand out from the rest of us.
"Hehehe, help the kingdom, huh!" Razor responded to Ray's question with a dissatisfied tone. His voice carried a hint of resentment and skepticism.
"Why don't you want to help?" Ray asked Razor, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Razor sighed and replied, "Why should I bother helping this kingdom when they only see us as tools to save themselves? We're just pawns in their game."
The frustration in Razor's voice was evident as he continued, "Send me back home!" He turned to King Alex and Princess Alia, his anger and desperation palpable.
Princess Alia, feeling a pang of guilt, responded with a somber tone, "I'm sorry, but we cannot send you all back until the Demon King is defeated. The teleportation gate that could take you home exists only in the Demon kingdom. The gate here is currently only capable of summoning all of you from the other world."
Razor's anger flared up even more. "So, you all know how to summon us, but you have no idea how to send us back? It seems like you're just using us!" His words carried a mix of anger and disappointment.
The atmosphere in the classroom shifted as the faces of my fellow students turned somber and dispirited. Razor's words had struck a chord, making them question their purpose and the true intentions of the kingdom.
Razor's statement held some truth. We had been brought here solely to aid in the fight against the Demon King, without any consideration for our own desires or well-being. It was disheartening to realize that we were mere tools to be used and discarded.
The hurt and disappointment lingered among the students, their enthusiasm waning. They felt betrayed, as if their willingness to help had been taken for granted.
As the weight of the situation settled, the faces of Princess Alia and King Alex began to reflect their inner turmoil. Regret and remorse etched deep lines on their once jubilant expressions, realizing the pain they had unintentionally inflicted on our class.
Yet, amidst the turmoil, there was one person in our class who stood tall with unwavering determination. They were unswayed by Razor's outburst and were resolute in their commitment to aid the Human kingdom.
This individual understood the gravity of the situation, the sacrifices required, and the risks involved. Their steadfast belief in the cause ignited a flicker of hope within the despondent classroom.