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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 · Fantaisie
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Once Hundred and Thirty-Seventh

There was a sharp bang and a muffled curse.

A clatter.

Crash.

Clack clack clack clack clack.

Crunch.

Thud.

Muffled groan.

...

Silence.

She stared at the doorway of the room all the noise came from.

Merwyn tilted his head, reminding her a bit of an inquisitive dog, and stared at the door as well.

After a moment or two...

It opened.

A very disheveled and disoriented looking Adrien stumbled through the door.

He took one step, and then swayed back and forth unsteadily.

And then.

He took another step and immediately collapsed sideways to the floor.

The impact sent up a small cloud of dust.

"A-Adrien?!" Emily shouted as she rushed over to the man, kneeling down and hovering her hands above his prone form.

He groaned, turning his head to blink blearily at her. "...Emily? What are you..."

"Are you okay, Adrien!?"

He gave a low cough. "I-I...think so."