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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

Seventy-Eighth

Emily sighed as she reclined in her room. She sat in a chair, which she'd dragged to the window, and planted her cheek on her hand, looking out at the city at night.

Her purple eyes focused on the people that walked to and fro even at the late hour. They milled about, living their lives, and enjoying themselves.

They all had their own things they were thinking about. They all had things that were weighing on their minds, but probably not things like saving an entire world and figuring out how to use powers of her soul she only learned of a couple months ago.

A part of her - the lonely and isolated part of her - wished she was like them.

It was the same feeling that she'd always gotten when looking down from her apartment, or office building, and saw the world below her.