Xavier lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The bed was comfortable, and the room was well furnished and neat. Typically, the setting of an 18th-century era, with no noticeable technology, was ok.
He couldn't sleep, thoughts flew into his head. Everything was just a blur. From going on a simple school trip to being summoned to another world, he couldn't understand how it was right now, he was feeling something. Was it homesickness?
Maybe it was. He was an orphan, so he didn't have any parents. Even his surname, Reaper, was made up; he detested using the orphanage's surname. Then why was he feeling homesick? Was he missing his other world? Was he missing how simple it was?
Or was he missing his other world because he knew he was useless here? He had gotten the weakest rank possible and a rank that had not been seen in centuries! And now his classmates are mocking him.
Xavier gripped his fist in anger. They were truly bastards! He had stood up for most of them when they were bullied. He had made bullies think twice before messing with them. He had gained their respect or had he?
"This sinks." He muttered, closing his eyes.
He got up, stepped out of the door, and looked for the bathroom. As soon as he stepped out, he wished he hadn't. Noises emanate from the rooms beside and across him.
Not wild noises, passionate noises. No doubt, his classmates were going at it with the maids. Moans, screams, and creaking of beds echoed from rooms, and he was hearing it. He could even hear the girls also going at it. Female giggles from rooms and soft moaning from maids.
That was when he knew some of the girls were lesbians. Not like he cared about it. He understood why some of them would be one of those. His fellow boys were annoying and gross in their teenage years.
And he was furious. No maid came to help him, serve him, or even maybe just offer a towel or ask if he was alright. No, the weakest person gets nothing. He needed to get out of the hall.
He managed to find the male bathroom. At least, they were sane enough to be able to put up a sign. He did his business and went back to the room. He undressed and slid into the bed. Maybe a good night's sleep will increase his morale or something.
He stared at the ceiling before sleep overtook him and he slept peacefully.
The night passed, and then the silence was shattered. Xavier sprang out of bed in shock as his door was being hammered on. Clearly, someone was banging on the door.
"Break the door down, okay?" Xavier called out, sarcastically.
The hammering stopped for a moment then it resumed, increasing with high frequency.
Xavier gritted his teeth in anger. "I'm coming." He called out. He looked across the room. Clearly, a maid must have entered the room. A uniform was there for him to wear. At least they remembered he was a hero.
He quickly put it on and moved to the door before he opened it. A soldier stood out, his silver armor shining in the early sunlight.
"Hero, the goddess has summoned you. I will take you to the chamber."
"Is that why you had to break down the door?" Xavier asked.
The soldier narrowed his eyes. "I don't see why that is an offence."
"You wouldn't have done it for the other heroes." Xavier snapped.
"I suggest you watch your tone." The soldier snapped back. "A useless brat like you doesn't need respect, but I did it out of the goodwill of my heart. Are you coming or not?"
Xavier wished right now he could punch this guy in the face, but he kept silent and then nodded.
"Follow me." The soldier ordered.
Xavier followed the soldier until he was brought to the chamber. The soldier left and Xavier walked inside. He noticed it wasn't the place where the goddess had talked to him before.
The chamber was way larger, more furnished with rich paintings, a golden mausoleum, and it was covered in red. A long Persian-looking rug was unfolded, and it stretched to a large throne at the center of three steps.
On the throne sat a young boy no more than Xavier's age. He was tall, handsome, and looked cold. His hair was blindingly white, curly, and his piercing gray eyes bore into Xavier's soul. He was sitting, looking very bored, his hand underneath his chin as he stared at Xavier. The goddess was beside him, her face serious.
Now why am I here? He thought.
The boy was still staring at him. "Is this him?" He asked.
The goddess nodded. "Yes, it's him."
"Strange" the boy replied, narrowing his eyes. "I expected him to look a bit frail, but he's fit. That means he's just unlucky. "
"It seems so," Serena replied.
The boy sighed, shifting in the throne. "Now I know why Father wanted me to do this. Can't believe I was forced to do the inevitable to this guy."
Xavier stiffened. What did he mean?
The boy turned back to Xavier. "I'm sorry, hero. It seems that we'll have to cast you away."