I write an Isekai about communist revolution until an anime is made out of it

Introductions

Well that's just wonderful. I've been isekai'd, and I guess now I'll have to lead a communist revolution or something. Why is nobody saying anything?  Do they expect me to speak up? Well excuse me princess, maybe if you'd given me a second or two of warning before you yote me across time and space I could have a speech ready, but as it stands I've got no idea what to tell you. I don't even know if I can speak to you.

Well, this is awkward.

Right, I guess they're just gonna keep standing and staring until I talk to them. Well, here goes nothing.

"Uh, hello there? I am an utterly unremarkable person by my own standards, but I'm guessing that you've just summoned me here to go and save you from the demon king or something."

At this, they all immediately bowed, and I caught a glimpse of relief on the princess's face before she spoke.

"Welcome to Elgea, honored guest. I am Sylia,  heir to the throne of Welemor, and we have summoned you to save this world from the dark lord's machinations. Come with me, the high queen has much to tell you."

The princess was attractive, in a conventional sort of way, and she busied herself with what I can only assume was this world's equivalent of dropping hints as she gave me a crash-course on the whole situation that I'd just been thrust into the center of. First of all, she was "well-versed in the art of all-speak", so she could talk to me even though people here didn't actually speak modern American English. As far as me actually being here, "Welemor" was a matrilineal monarchy, and the largest power among the "nine realms of Elgea", which was under threat of invasion from some great lord of evil residing in "the far north". Apparently, even though otherworldly evil is the norm of the north, there used to also be a "realm of the northmen" up there, but the dark lord razed it, and it was the refugees from that which brought this dark lord to their attention. They had some prophecy that a hero summoned from another world would defeat the forces of evil once and for all, so they stuck to it, and voila - here I am.

By that time, we had been walking through grand halls for a good few minutes with the princess's ceremonial entourage, and as she finished speaking the vibrant corridor opened to a full throne room lined with gold and aristocrats in funny costumes. I just sort of stood there and listened to the princess's translation of the high queen's rambling for what must have been half an hour before I finally lost patience. Give them some credit, everything up to that point was wonderfully rehearsed and honestly good for my ego, but by then my legs were starting to ache and I was struggling to pay any attention to what she was saying. 

alright, enough of this shit, it doesn't look like she's going to stop anytime soon.

"Yo, queeny, that's cool and all, but what the fuck do you actually need me to do?"

The princess hesitated for a moment before telling the high queen what must have been a sanitized version of that sentence, translated into the warbling gibberish that was the actual language spoken here. This woman had a phenomenal poker-face; she barely even looked or sounded angry when I interrupted her monologue. The crowd looking on wasn't nearly so composed, but at least they were in no position to speak.

As before, the high queen addressed me in what i could barely recognize as words, and the princess told me what must have been the same thing in comprehensible English.

"You must journey the nine realms and beyond to recover the sword of legend, which only you can wield to smite the lord of darkness once and for all."

"Really? Is that really it? What does your prophecy about me say exactly?"

Right, now even the poker-faces of the royal family are starting to fail. I really need to find a way to talk to these people that wont drive them up the wall if I'm going get anything done here. Maybe try not being an asshole?

"The prophecy states that a hero summoned from another world will defeat the lord of darkness once and for all."

"that's all?"

"Yes, 'that's all'."

"Well, that sounds pretty vague to me. I'm guessing this whole deal with the sword was just an assumption of yours. I don't know how society works on this rock, but back home nobody ever accomplished anything by waving around a stick, and I don't intend to be the first."

With that, I waltzed off to have a look at Welemor (well, the capital of Welemor anyway) for myself.