Who needs a wife without magic in a magical world? It turns out there is demand even for someone like me. I, a half-blood isekai heroine, am sent to a selection for the elf prince. And if I don’t appeal to the heir, they’ll give me to a more ordinary elf, because girls like me are the ideal incubator for breeding unique elf children.
But they picked the wrong one, pointy-ears! I found an awesome portal spell, calculated the route to my home world, and... something went wrong. I wonder what the heck of a mysterious place I’ve ended up in? And where did this arrogant pointy-eared guy come from?
On the program we have:
A capricious but kind-hearted isekai heroine in jeans and sneakers (she dislikes all elves in general, but some in particular).
A magnificent elf chafed by the shackles of royal duties (he barely tolerates certain isekai heroines).
A dash across the “minefield” of a terrifying world of bandits and monsters, performed by our pair.
Adventure, irony that turns into sarcasm, and romance included. HEA)