A curious mage arrives in another world - Part 1.

"Mr. Fazil...!" someone shouted while knocking on the door of the aforementioned private room.

It was a young woman dressed in a maid outfit. Her blonde hair was tied up to avoid problems while doing chores, leaving only her bangs loose; the fine features of her face denoted her great beauty. She wore glasses with a thin frame, whose lenses did not obscure the beauty of her emerald eyes.

"Any sign of him, Ametsa?" asked another girl.

She also wore a maid outfit, although hers didn't look as traditional as the other girl's. Her orange hair was styled in two pigtails. Her eyes were the same shade as her hair and matched well with the cheerful aura she conveyed. Her appearance was that of a fifteen-year-old girl.

Ametsa only sighed in response before speaking.

"You know how he is when it comes to researching ancient books, Kara," she said in a discouraged tone.

For them, this was nothing new. Their lord had always been like this, especially when it came to books written by "them."

"But now he's really outdone himself," she replied, astonished. "He's been in there for two months. How does he even go to the bathroom?"

Kara put a hand on her chin while analyzing what she had just said. Ametsa, for her part, decided to say nothing; she knew from experience that Kara sometimes said nonsensical things.

"What if we open the door?" Kara mentioned.

"I've already tried several times. What makes you think...?"

"Look...!" she exclaimed with surprise. "He opened..."

Ametsa watched as Kara raised her thumb in a sign of victory while pushing the door open.

Is she serious? she wondered internally. She had tried several times to open it and never could. Why was it different with her?

This made her deduce that perhaps her lord had already finished his research. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted, if that was the reason. Although she always showed a serious attitude, for her, her lord's well-being was the most important thing.

Upon fully opening the door, a putrid smell attacked them.

"How disgusting, Ametsa!" Kara shouted. Her eyes were teary.

Ametsa covered her nose and tried to see where that nauseating smell was coming from, which wasn't difficult.

"As careless as ever, my lord," she said upon seeing the scene before her.

An immense amount of half-eaten dishes, piled on tables, were the reason for such a horrible smell. Most of the food was already black from how putrid it was. Mold was already doing its work, and there were even cockroaches walking on it.

The smell was terrible, but after a few brief minutes, the girls managed to get used to it.

"Mr. Fazil! Are you still here?!"

Kara didn't hesitate to shout to see if there were any signs of her lord. After all, it wouldn't be the first time they found him unconscious due to some error in his research.

"Mr. Fazil!..."

"I heard you, I heard you," someone replied, opening the door to another of the rooms in the place.

A man with somewhat disheveled blonde hair and crimson eyes came out of it. He wore a simple white shirt and brown pants. He was Fazil, the considered savior of the world.

The girls' joy was noticeable, but it was quickly cut short by Ametsa, who looked furiously at Fazil.

"Well, how do you explain that?" Without taking her eyes off him, she pointed to the row of dishes as she asked him that question.

Fazil seemed somewhat disconcerted and looked at the dishes.

"Wow, that's a lot of food for having only been a few days."

"Actually, he's been here for two months," Kara said with a clueless smile.

"Actually, Kara, sir has been here for eight weeks, two days, fourteen hours, twenty-eight minutes, forty-five seconds, and counting," Ametsa said precisely.

Fazil was terrified of that side of Ametsa, although he knew it was just her way of showing concern.

"Alright, I know I went overboard, and I understand you're upset," he said apologetically. "But what I just discovered will put an end to the eternal suffering I've endured in these last few years," he mentioned with euphoria.

Ametsa's accusatory gaze disappeared. Her lord had never spoken that way about his discoveries. Was this really something of that magnitude? she thought.

The book that her lord had researched for so long was found in some ancient ruins located in remote mountains of the Dracon country, the place where dragons live.

She remembered the happy face of her lord when he learned the language in which it was written and how he locked himself in his room when they arrived at his mansion.

From there, he locked himself in for all this time until today. Food and personal hygiene were not a problem; she even wondered how Kara came up with mentioning the bathroom, since she knows perfectly well that there is one inside.

Ametsa had no choice but to resign herself from continuing to accuse her lord and sighed bitterly. He had always been like this, and no matter how many times this scene repeated itself, for her, far from bothering her (contrary to what she showed), she loved the passion her lord displayed; it was something she admired.

"If it weren't for us, you would have been lost a long time ago," Ametsa said smiling.

Fazil, in response, patted Kara's head, who was the closest.

"And that's why every day I wake up, I'm grateful that you still remain by my side," the mage replied.

Kara only showed her joy at being patted by her lord, without needing to have done anything.

"Since sir has finished his research, please go take a good bath. I inform you that the food will take a little longer to be ready. We will be with you as soon as we finish cleaning up this mess."

Judging by Ametsa's posture and way of speaking, one would think of how elegant and serious she must be. However, the blush on her cheeks didn't quite match the aforementioned. Fazil's words seemed to have a greater impact on her.

Fazil noticed this and decided not to mention anything. Words like these didn't come out of him often, although that didn't mean he didn't truly feel them.

Before leaving, Ametsa mentioned something else.

"By the way, we have some guests visiting today."

Fazil glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow in uncertainty. He didn't give it more importance and went to take a bath.

Finishing his bath, Fazil walked towards the dining room while Ametsa went ahead of him.

"Your guest didn't wait for you and is currently eating."

Fazil's face only conveyed disinterest. If his guest had that kind of manners, he already had a clear idea of who it was. And he confirmed it the moment they entered the dining room.

"Hey, Fazil. Ametsa cooks better every day, this stew is incredible," said the man who was eating heartily.

He was a man of robust build. Compared to the mage's slender body, the difference was noticeable. In height, the two would be even. His eyes were blue, and his hair was short and black. The most striking thing about him was the imposing armor he wore, with meticulous details that denoted a quality above average.

"Geoffrey, may I know what you want? If it's another request from the old man, you know perfectly well that I won't cooperate."

His attitude didn't seem friendly towards him. For his part, that armored man was slurping from the bowl. The joy on his face reflected how good his dish must taste.

"If I came personally, it's because the king wants you at the castle, no matter what," he said with a confident smile.

The atmosphere became tense between them, being broken by Kara, who arrived with a cart carrying the food.

"Please, take a seat, my lord," Ametsa said courteously.

Fazil didn't answer or refer to what the so-called Geoffrey had mentioned. He just waited for his food to be served and began to eat.

"Hey... at least resp..."

Geoffrey stopped what he was about to say as Fazil looked at him. But instead of answering, he simply mentioned Kara's name.

"As you command, Mr. Fazil," she replied with a big smile. Immediately after, she took a breath. "The King is just an idiot who thinks Mr. Fazil is at his service just because Mr. Fazil was born in this kingdom. But he should keep in mind that the only reason Mr. Fazil defeated the demon lord is far from helping the kingdom, the nation, or the world. And if there's anything Mr. Fazil should have with the kingdom, it would be the fact of having massive hatred for it due to the past..." The girl ran out of breath after saying everything in one go.

Geoffrey made a serious face at the mage's attitude.

"Hate or not, I was ordered to take you, even if I have to drag you," he said, standing up and drawing his sword, which was leaning against the chair.

He put the tip close to Fazil.

"So the kingdom now wants to force me to work for them. Do they want to start a war against the 'Savior'? Or rather, can the best warrior of humanity take me by force?" Fazil's eyes emitted a faint glow of the same color for a brief moment.

Geoffrey, far from being intimidated, seemed excited.

"Well, they say the best warrior of humanity is equivalent to an army. Will an army be enough to bring before the king the one they say is a god among mortals?" In his eyes, a faint glow of a similar color could also be perceived, just as it had been with Fazil.

Ametsa and Kara placed another plate on the table; this plate, along with the cutlery, was more luxurious than the ones Fazil and Geoffrey had used, and they ignored what was happening in front of them.

Both Fazil and Geoffrey stared at each other for a few moments. Suddenly, they both started laughing uncontrollably.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Equivalent to an army? Where did you get that? Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Fazil's laughter was noticeable; he even hit the table repeatedly.

Geoffrey sheathed his sword again after finishing laughing.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said calmly. "But you should visit my house from time to time," he added while putting Fazil in a headlock with his arm.

Fazil felt good, even though Geoffrey was bothering him. Friends since childhood, fate separated them when Geoffrey left for the capital to begin his training as a knight. Years later, he would reunite with his best friend.

"Where is he?!"

In the distance, a female voice was heard. There was something Fazil had overlooked; if it was just Geoffrey and him, why were the girls preparing another plate? It wasn't until he heard that voice that he understood: she was there too.

"Sorry," said Geoffrey, who released Fazil and put his hands together in apology. "When she found out I was coming here, she took the opportunity to come too."

Fazil turned towards the entrance of the dining room, and there she stood, with her hands on her hips, a young woman in her twenties who was also wearing armor. Her long hair and eyes were a shade of pink, and her features made her beauty on par with Ametsa's.

Her armor, unlike Geoffrey's, although it also had meticulous details, had extra ornaments that made it stand out more, the most prominent being a small cape.

"Darl..."

"How dare you abandon your wife all this time?!"

At that comment, Fazil could only let out a bitter sigh.