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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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Thirty-Sixth

In her first few days within the tower, Emily quickly adjusted to her new environment and routine. In the morning, she would bathe and then be groomed by two of the faerie girls.

The fairy girls looked much like she'd imagine fairies to look, and were about half her size. Both seemed very happy to be helping her, smiling brightly and chatting constantly about topics ranging from fashion trends to gossip regarding other fae nobles that lived near them.

After this ritual, she was usually free to roam the tower at leisure until noon.

By midday, she would often encounter Merwyn himself, who would generally be found reading a book or playing music with his band of musicians and dancers.

The music and the dancers were both bizarre and wild in ways that were hard for her to to describe, but Emily still found them to be immensely entertaining.