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?

Merwyn picked up the carving, examining it for any signs of wear or damage.

"...Seems fine. Well. Good job, wifey~"

It was one of the few times she felt she earned that compliment from him.

It was so free that this accomplishment was one of the few times it felt earned.

Far more accurate to actually just say that she felt so good about figuring it out herself that she was willing to excuse the excessive praise.

...Was it excessive if it was only one person making one statement of praise?

Even if, when she really thought about it, he was still just praising her because she used her eyes and found a carving of him.

She was definitely not talking herself out of it!!

She'd had to identify an older version of him, after all. So.

One Hundred and Forty-Second