Fegendale

Outside of a giant hall with multiple red flags, approximately a dozen guards guarded the entrance to the Throne Room, while carrying out a patrol throughout the Royal Palace. Why? Because they had a simple mission.

To not let anyone learn of what was happening inside the Throne Room.

While they took care of that, a large group of Magicians focused their entire attention on a singular, massive magic circle, located in the middle of the room.

"Just a little bit longer…!" muttered a crowned woman in her 60's, while observing the working magicians.

The magic circle glowed with an ethereal energy, as a blue light consumed the entire hall.

A singular body slowly descended from the sky. The body of a pale, brown-haired youth, wearing a white buttoned shirt, black jeans and a big, black hooded overcoat. 

Everyone in the room observed the strange human, who had captured their full attention. 

The transmigrated one opened his brown eyes as soon as his feet hit the ground. 

"What… the hell is this place?"

Everyone was shocked. Not because he spoke English. They just didn't expect to hear such vocabulary as the first words emerging from his mouth.

The king, quickly snapping out of the trance, greeted the newcomer with respect. As for the others, they followed their ruler's movement soon after.

The brown haired man stood there, not understanding a thing about the whole situation. 

"Ahem, the Monarch himself is talking. Can't you have the decency to answer back?" yelled a certain female mage. This snapped the guy out of his thoughts, which caused him to turn, and face the one who interrupted his analysis.

A woman wearing a unique, white jerkin, a blue shirt, and a medium, dark skirt with the occasional blue lightning bolt. A pair of refined, flower-like obsidian earrings hung on both of her ears, granting her a peculiar appearance… Not usually fitting for a mage.

Randall scrutinized her body. The mage's long, fair legs supported her surprisingly tall and upright body. As for her crossed arms, they merely highlighted the ample size of her chest. 

However, one of the most striking details about this mage wasn't any of those, no. Rather, the second quality that caught most of Randall's attention was her pair of seemingly bloodthirsty, crimson eyes.

Staring at the one who directly addressed him, Randall chose to give her an answer.

"You, what is this place? And why do you look like a-"

The one standing in front of the throne cleared his throat, with his free hand shaking. Almost annoyed, Randall turned around and looked straight into the king's eyes. "What is it?" he asked, with his brows furrowed.

"... This is the Sacred Palace of Fegendale's Royal Ensemble. And, I'm the ruler of the country."

'No shit, sherlock. The ruler part is obvious.'

"Well, fuck my luck..." the youth voiced, casually.

That answer almost surprised the Monarch, once again. 

"Still, thanks for telling me," he told the man sincerely, as he eyed his old expression. Adorned by a crown full of rare jewels, along with his two free, yet tired hands. 

The fact that this man did not need to hold on to a walking cane or something almost impressed the newcomer. 

Almost.

He merely nodded at him, and searched around the room. "Is there anything I can use as a seat?" he asked, with a monotonous tone.

He snapped out of his thoughts, and quickly had the female mage from earlier walk over. "Down on all fours," he commanded.

She looked at him with bewilderment. "W-why?! Can't I just go and bring a-"

"No. Now, bend over," commanded the King, causing Randall to raise one of his eyebrows.

'That's suspicious,' thought Randall, who had to suppress a laugh.

Her face reddened to the point where she resembled a tomato, as she did as she was told. As he heard her muscles move, Randall let out a sigh.

"Please get up. I'd rather sit down on an actual chair," he told the mage, only after sparing her a glance.

"As for you, Monarch… Can you answer a few of my questions?"

He nodded, and dismissed everyone in the room. Just as he attempted to kick out the woman from earlier, Randall stopped him.

"As you wish, Mister…?"

"Randall."

The wrinkly man nodded, and asked the mage to stay right there.

A part of Randall questioned why he wanted the mage around, and another part merely gave himself a good reply.

'I'm not sugarcoating it; she's hot. And that's it.'

"S-so… What questions do you have, young one?" inquired the one wearing a crown, which covered the few strands of gray hair remaining on his head.

Meanwhile, Randall made a mental checklist of the things he had to learn here.

- What is this world?

- Does Mana exist? 

- Are there demons? 

And most importantly… Learning what exactly the "Ego" is, given that one of his cheats is related to that concept.

'... There might be a few I'm missing. But eh, those four should be fine to start.'

First, he asked about their planet, but the Monarch stared at him, puzzled.

'Ok, having no knowledge on what a planet is means these people are quite behind on technological progress. And usually, a subpar level of development in technology tends to mean…'

He almost went on a mental rant, but he remembered his current predicament. Thus, he shoved it into the back of his mind, and went back to the important stuff.

"What was that circle from earlier?"

"Uh… Ah, you mean the magic circle? It's a special device created with a substance called Mana in order to…"

Randall's mind drifted away, as he confirmed yet another thing.

'Alright… Mana, Magic Circles, possibly trash tier technology, and a castle with medieval looking guards. This context resembles the one used in isekai-esque novels. Does that mean that a speaking train isekai'd me into a generic fantasy world?... Wait, it's not complete without…'

"Ahem, is there an ongoing war with the demons in this world?"

The female mage cleared her throat, and reminded him to be respectful towards the man.

Meanwhile, the king's eyes widened with surprise. "How'd you know?"

'That humanoid bastard lied to me… Well, maybe.'

"... Call it a hunch."

With a frown on his face, the reincarnator was asked if he had any more questions, and he told him "No." 

And, with that out of the way, he cleared his throat… After looking at the dark haired woman, that is.

However, before he could say a thing, a guard barged into the room. "Monarch, we have an issue!" 

"Speak."

"One of the towns in the northwest is being invaded by a monster tide, and-"

'Ohoho, coordinated monster attacks too. Peaceful, my ass. All this place is missing now is fucking elves.'

Mildly annoyed, the Monarch cut him off. "And that is a good reason to interrupt this meeting?"

The guard's hands shook slightly. He mustered the courage to speak again after a few seconds.

"Monarch, the elven princess is there…"

'I'M A FUCKING GENIUS!'

While Randall celebrated in his mind for foreseeing yet another quality of this incredibly predictable world, the other three people didn't dare utter a word. 

Only after the old man broke out of his daze, did he command the knight to gather a squadron, with the sole goal of saving that crazed elf. 

"Ahem, Monarch. Where is that town located? I'd like to go and help."

'I can use this to land brownie points with these people. Plus, it's just a monster tide. With the usual isekai guidelines, it shouldn't even be a threat.'

The mage tried to reason with him, saying it was a horrible idea. The king's reply?

"Young man, are you sure you want to do that?..."

"Yes, Monarch."

The old man remained deep in thought for about five seconds. With his thousand yard stare locked onto his two scarred hands, he reached a conclusion, and spoke up.

"Miss Verderift, please go with this gentleman and escort him to the town."