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?

As soon as Emily woke up, the dream she had slipped away from her memory. She felt dazed and tired, but refreshed and rejuvenated at the same time.

She stretched out with a groan. "Mmmm...Woooooaaahh~"

She yawned and rolled over, blinking sleepily at the world around her.

"...Hmph..." She murmured to herself, closing her eyes.

Her body felt so heavy and weak and yet.

She felt like she was floating on the wind, a gentle breeze caressing her cheek.

The scent of the forest lingered in the air around her, with the fresh dew of early morning.

A light rustling of the leaves tickled her ears and roused her from her reverie.

She blinked sleepily at the world, vaguely aware of her surroundings, the memories slowly filtering back to her consciousness.

One Hundred and Twenty-Seventh