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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 Twenty-Fourth

It felt like a blink of the eye when she woke up, though Merwyn assured her that she slept well over two hours.

Either way, she still felt sleepy.

"Mmf...Merwyn, do you know where there's something to drink...? My mouth is so dry..."

She rolled over onto her side, clutching at the blankets Merwyn had apparently gotten her at some point after she fell asleep.

She could hardly remember falling asleep after that...

Actually, most of the dance and the ritual was pretty hazy.

It had been so exhausting in a way that no workout or run she'd done in her past could compare.

She had no idea why.

After all, hadn't she just been...

um...

Her memory of it was hazy.

She couldn't recall the details of the actual event or of her own feelings, but she vaguely recalled there being music...and...dancing...?

Right.

There was definitely dancing.

How did she remember that and not much else?