"I would love to, but that exhaustion comes from the magic's effect, not mine. You should wait for a few minutes before the spell wears off. And afterwards, we sprint towards the demonic kingdom."
The woman had a similar robe worn by the mages, with a hat covering her head. Her amber hair fluttered below her shoulders, which gave off a dazzling feeling of hope. And that girl also had a wand clipped in her hand that illuminated the surroundings. Those magic circles beneath our feet had the same colour as the woman's magic from the wand.
Everything turned out quick, especially this woman before us. And the question glued inside my head, sending me thousands of question marks. After collecting my courage, I pulled up my chest and returned the girl's gaze
"Who are you?" I asked once more.
"Lancelot had told me about you and your team, Arthur. My name is Guinevere, the king's official wife….Well, not anymore…."
