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My Knight Rescuer is a Jerk! So Why should I ignore the Prince?

"Always remember, no matter how much a fae may seem like they experience emotions, no matter how human like a fae may behave...a fae can never be a human." The Keybearer. A young maiden from another world foretold by ancient prophesy, destined to collect the seven keys and save the world. Surely that's the kind of story that finds some plucky high schooler dreaming of adventure and whisks them off to find their true love, right? Overworked salary women like Emily have long passed the point where such fantasies can come true, and even if they did, it's not like she'd know the first thing about what to do. ...So of course, nobody even bothered to ask her before dropping her into an entirely new world full of magic and danger. Like the three hungry orcs eyeing her as soon as she wakes up. "What do you mean I can sense the keys if I use magic?! What magic?!" If Emily could, she'd have immediately issued a rejection letter, but unfortunately, the only way back is to finish her quest somehow. But it's not all danger and confusion. The knight who rushed into battle to save her is charming and kind and gorgeous, and the beautiful and lonely prince has a soft and kind smile only for her. If everyone she meets along the way is like them... Well. It can't be that bad, right? "...--I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY A PAINTING?!"

Amesaya · Fantasy
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169 Chs

Seventy-Second

"Come, Wifey, come see what I've made!"

Merwyn latched onto her out of nowhere, startling her sorely, and dragged her away from the prince and to a nearby food stand.

Even Adrien looked shocked as he turned toward her only to see her being dragged off somewhere by her faerie familiar.

But he's also the Fae Key...it's not like I had a choice about him also being a familiar...!

Technically...

She did.

But she pled temporary insanity on that matter caused by Merwyn being...himself. Especially in that tower. He was far less happy and carefree in that tower, even if he tried to force himself to pretend he was.

Freedom on him had a difference she just couldn't miss.

Not a bad difference, necessarily.

But also...not what she could possibly have expected he'd be like back then. The melancholy in his behavior just wasn't ever there anymore. Which was good.

It was also...