In the presence of King Neville, the royal assistant couldn't help but feel nervous about the news he was about to give. He stood before him, seated on a lavish throne made of ivory and silver.

Neville looked down, his gaze already scrutinizing the young assistant. "Speak to me, Laurence."

The assistant cleared his throat. "Well, our adventurers have failed to clear Demonic General Valio's encampment once again."

The king gripped the arm of his throne. "Curse the Sentinels above!"

Laurence gasped, "Sir!"

Neville covered his eyes, the rings on his hand gleaming in the light. "Forgive me for my outburst, Assistant." He said, mumbling a few words about asking for forgiveness from some higher power.

"At this point, defeating Demon Lord Amon is seeming less and less realistic." He clenched his fist. "They're encroaching on territory. Not only that, monster sightings and attacks have increased."

Laurence spoke, albeit sheepishly. "Sir, if I may suggest. Why don't we summon a Hero? They've helped countless kingdoms before us."

The king sighed, not wanting to resort to this as he felt as if his armies could defeat at least a general, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "Very well. Get the mages to perform the summoning ritual."

---

San, now going by the identity of Neolia, walked into a rather bustling town.

"Get back here!"

"Haha! You can't catch me!"

"Lily, make sure you are careful not to trip!"

Kids were playing, and shopkeepers were trying to sell out their wares. From weapons to food.

Neolia smiled at this slightly. It reminded her of her hometown in Illinois, before all the monsters and stuff.

As she walked, she was suddenly caught up in a bright light beneath her. "Wait, what?!"

People paused when they saw the spectacle. Most looked in awe while others looked in joy.

Neolia's body began to glow before the light became blindingly bright. When it dimmed, she found herself in a lavish throne room, sitting on a red carpet.

[Summoning complete.]

[Due to the summoning, you have been granted the ability of Earth magic.]

"Greetings, wandering soul." The regal king, Neville, spoke, signaling Neolia to stand.

When she stood, she looked around her. Obviously confused.

"This is the second time I've been transported somewhere..." She thought as she turned her head back to the king.

"Uhm... Greetings?" She said, not sure how to respond.

The king slowly nodded approvingly. "Heroine. I welcome you to the humble kingdom of Berwin. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Neolia took a small breath. "My name is Neolia."

"Neolia..." The king tested the name. "A fine name for one such as yourself. Unfortunately, I have not summoned you for a small chat. We have a problem."

"Let me guess, you want me to defeat a Demon King, Lord, or something along those lines?" Neolia asked, raising an unamused brow.

His eyes widened, not expecting his problem to have been found out so quickly. "How did you know?"

Neolia grinned a little bit. To her, back on earth, when she read certain fantasy manga, these kinds of things were a sort of trope. “Well, just a bit of divination.” She said smugly, crossing her arms and smirking.

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”By the Sentinels! Despite your almost peasant-like appearance, you have already proven to be quite useful as a Summon.” The king rubbed his chin.

”Liege, shall I bring in the Divine Priestess?” Laurence asked, already taking a few steps back, “To determine her magic and class type?”

The King nodded, sending Laurence away to get this so-called priestess. Once he returned, a woman with long, flowing golden hair walked into the room, heels clicking on the marble floor. She was blindfolded with a bright blue cloth and wore a silky white dress covered by a blue and golden robe.

”This is our Divine Priestess, Mona. She receives direct messages from The Voice of Divinity. She is one of the five priestesses on this expansive continent.” Laurence explained, Mona smiling at Neolia.

“Greetings. May I place my hand on your head, so I may determine your magic and class?” She asked, Neolia nodding in response.

Mona then placed her hand on Neolia’s head, her expression indiscernible by the blindfold. However, her eyebrows soon rose once she found out a bit of knowledge: “She has Earth magic, quite common among magic, but... Her class is Undefined.”

The king's and the assistant’s eyes widened at this revelation. “Undefined, you say?!” Neville asked, the priestess nodding in response.

”Is that... bad or something?” Neolia asked, seeming a little embarrassed.

“Not at all! That means you’re able to emulate the attributes of any of the basic summon classes!” Laurence said, causing Neolia to tilt her head.

“Basic? What does that mean?” She asked, but the king seemed to be pondering.

”Do not worry about such trifling matters; they will come to you in time. For now, Laurence will show you to your room, and the first thing tomorrow morning, you will meet your companions before you set off on your quest.” He said as Laurence ushered Neolia out of the throne room.

As they left, the priestess stayed behind, looking up at the king. “You know, the Voice of Divinity gave me a small message. She said to be careful about this summon, as this one is unpredictable."

The king stroked his chin, nodding. "As long as they're loyal and are an asset to us. I see no problems."

---

Neolia currently laid in her room, pondering what she could do in this new world now. "Great, so am I stuck in a basic story plotline now or something?"

She then thought back to it. "What're these class things?"

[Notice: There are 6 aspect types. These are Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Light, and Dark.]

[Each aspect has the basic classes: Dagger, Sword, Spear, Fist, Hammer, Greatsword, and Greataxe. Undefined classes are classes that are either able to mimic certain traits of these classes, i.e., not being drawn to a singular weapon type, so you may use different weapons such as a sword and dagger, or are so unique in nature that they align with none of the basic classes. Take someone with a shield or gun.]

"Ooh, that makes more sense. So, what's the difference here?" She asked, wondering about what the different aspects meant for the same class.

[For instance, a Water Spear class known as Tide Former is in direct contrast to a Fire Spear class, Servant of Iblis. Classes are either inherited by a summon or taught from summons to non-summons.]

[Due to you being Undefined, you have the opportunity to make your own class, corresponding with the Earth aspect. You may switch your aspect by interacting with a shrine, to which a Sentinel will strip you of your original magic and bestow to you a random one, for a price, of course.]

[Of course, despite their aspects, classes do have abilities that do extend beyond their normal means. For instance, a fire-based class can control lightning or even weather. As an example.]

"I see..." Her eyes began to close. "I'll give the magic switch some thought." Neolia then shut her eyes, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of knocking at her door. She sat up, looking around the lavish room. She laid on a queen-sized bed with a nightstand next to it.

Across from the nightstand were drawers with a mirror that had an ornate design as the frame that was made out of a dark brown wood.

Neolia got out of bed, her feet planting comfortably on the fur carpet. She sniffed herself and tilted her head back a little bit. "I need a shower... and some new clothes." She said as she walked toward the door, opening it.

In front of her stood a maid with short black hair and with serious eyes of the same color. "Greetings, Lady Neolia. My name is Amy, and I will be your personal maid from now on." Her expression remained stoic, as if she were trained to do this.

"Oh! Uh, cool!" She smiled, "Do you know where a bathroom may be?"

Amy then tilted her head. "You mean the royal bathhouse? I shall take you there, and I have a dress for you as well."

The two exited the room, and Amy led Neolia to the bathhouse. It was indoors, located below the castle they were in.

The pool was massive with heated water, a small wooden bucket, and a washcloth. "This thing is huge!" Neolia said, immediately taking off her clothes and resting inside.

After having washed herself off and getting cleaned up, Neolia exited the bathhouse with a dark blue dress similar in color to her hair.

"Let's go, Lady Neolia; you must meet the nobles and four generals." Amy said, leading her to a room with an oak door. Once opened, a room filled with various men and some women greeted her. Sitting on chairs, playing betting, and some even talking to what appear to be slaves.

King Neville was there as well. He stood behind a wooden podium, signaling Neolia to come. Once she walked past the variety of nobles that stared at her. Some of the men's lustful gazes sent slight shivers down her spine.

She stood next to the King, her hands at her sides as she stared into the crowd.