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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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One Hundred and Sixty-Sixth

Emily may have had some thoughts of disappointment that they weren't doing anything in this new town but still couldn't leave yet because Kieran was stocking them up on supplies.

She may have complained about being cooped up in the inn after waking up and not being able to see the town in the daylight at all.

She might have complained about other things, too.

But.

She was distracted.

Where she sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, Salty suddenly hopped onto her lap.

And stared up at her.

She stared back.

Salty.

Stared.

Into.

Her Soul.

What did the little bunny find?

Did he have some great wisdom to impart upon her? A fellow 'treasure' of Merwyn?

Was he a fae in disguise, waiting to be made a familiar, too?

Did he want a carrot?

The rabbit...

said 'bwee'!

"My bunny is hungry~." Merwyn announced from across the room.