Amesaya

"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?!"

My Knight Rescuer is a Jerk! So Why should I ignore the Prince?

This was the fae realm but it was also...

She'd fallen asleep so naturally that it had taken her off guard.

The dream world she found herself in was so different than the waking world that it was jarring.

Not in the sense of it being bizarre, but simply in that...it was a different place entirely.

One moment she had been with Merwyn and the fae and Mia, and the next she was walking down a dark corridor, surrounded by towering stone walls.

She stared around the hallway, frowning at the strange appearance of it.

"This is a strange place, isn't it...?" She murmured to herself, examining her surroundings closely.

She didn't know what place it was.

Enough not to just earn a round of 'where the hell am I?'

One Hundred and Twenty-Sixth