I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 351: Radiant Samurai

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"As you can see, it's mainly blade-based skills. There are two that work better when my sister is nearby, but I think you can bypass that. The important thing here is your stance. If it's wrong, your damage drops by a good percentage," Ren explained, trying his best to answer Logan's questions despite the clear fatigue in his voice. "I can practice with you later, help you get the proper form down. That'll help you hit max output."

Logan nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, that's it for now. Have Ruben craft you a katana—I already gave him the specs for my personal blade. It should suit you just fine," Ren added, already turning away. "Now I need food… and sleep."

He didn't wait for a response.

"Hey, Logan." Yui stepped forward, her voice soft. "Thanks for helping my brother. I hope we can talk more soon. I'm sorry we haven't really made time to see each other lately…"

There was a touch of rose on her cheeks.

"It's fine, Yui. Here." Logan raised a hand, casting a pair of gentle recovery spells—one to ease her mana fatigue, the other to soothe her stamina. The soft light wrapped around her like a warm breeze.

"Rest better now," he said simply.

Yui gave a quiet nod and left with her brother.

It was nearing seven in the evening, and Logan found himself glancing at his terminal again.

Still no word from Lisa, or from Silvia either.

Not a single message.

He tried to remain calm, but the longer the silence stretched, the more unease crept into his thoughts. Something wasn't right.

Why were they taking so long?

Logan took his time walking back into the manor.

The place resembled a luxury hotel more than a private estate now. Most of the class had already claimed rooms across the sprawling wings of the mansion, making it more of a shared hub than his personal residence.

He wondered briefly how it ended up like this… then decided not to think too hard about it.

What mattered more was the lingering stench on his clothes.

Even now, he could smell traces of Murk's foul slime clinging to the fabric. It had soaked into his armor too—there was no salvaging it without a proper wash. A shower was long overdue.

As he stepped into the main hallway, he stopped.

Someone was waiting for him.

"No call? What's the point of having a terminal if you're not going to use it?" Lisa stood there, arms crossed, expression firm—but her glow betrayed her excitement.

"Ugh… well, I was kind of waiting for you to call me first," Logan replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Weren't you the one stuck in a temple with some godly spirit around while doing some hard core trial? Oh yeah and congrats on that I am proud of you."

"Fine, I'll give you that," Lisa sighed, then smiled. "And thank you, I should've said something as soon as I got out. But still—how do I look now?"

She spun in place, letting mana shimmer from her like dust on the wind. Each turn left behind a faint trail of light, a soft aura swirling around her with every movement.

Logan blinked.

"Well… you look a bit more like a fairy now," he said, half-joking. "At this rate, you'll glow so bright I won't be able to see you anymore—which is a shame, because you've somehow gotten even more beautiful."

He stepped closer—then stopped about a meter short.

"I'd love to get closer… but I really need a shower first. When I went into the labyrinth today, I ran into a new creature. Let's just say it wasn't exactly... fragrant."

He began recounting the day's events as he gestured for her to follow, leading her down the hall toward the bathing chambers.