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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 · Fantasi
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172 Chs

One Hundred Twenty-Ninth

"I...I think...we're making progress with the fae..."

The human prince blinked at her and furrowed his brows, tilting his head a bit in curiosity.

"Progress with the fae?"

"Yeah..."

She nodded vigorously, glancing at him for confirmation.

"Uhm.." She smiled awkwardly as she scratched her cheek with her index finger. "I know. Famous last words and all but..."

She drew in a breath and sighed.

This was the second time she'd been fully immersed in fae culture and behavior.

It certainly felt like she was understanding them better.

Maybe.

Enough to give her a little hope, even if it was probably false hope.

She felt less like an outsider this time, more confident she wasn't misstepping too badly.

Maybe she'd finally achieved that status as being not wholly out of place?

She shrugged and continued, not looking at him anymore.