Chapter 75: Guinevere
Night crept slowly through the heart of Belgravia. The wet cobblestone streets reflected the dim glow of Victorian lamps standing proudly along the luxurious district of London. Thick clouds shrouded the moon, leaving behind near-perfect darkness.
In one of the grand mansions with towering neo-classical architecture, a luxurious bedroom lay in dimness.
Suddenly, on a queen-sized bed draped in maroon satin sheets, a young girl jolted awake. She sat up straight, gasping for breath, as if she had just escaped a terrifying nightmare.
The girl appeared to be only around twelve or thirteen years old, yet there was something unnatural about her. Her golden curls cascaded gracefully, framing her flawless face—too flawless. Her beauty was extraordinary, almost like a delicate porcelain doll, but there was no childlike innocence in her emerald eyes. Instead, her gaze radiated a maturity and cunning that no child her age should possess.
"Did you have a nightmare, my dear princess?"
A deep, gentle male voice echoed from the darkest corner of the room, though no one was visible.
The girl turned toward the shadow that seemed denser than the surrounding darkness. Her expression remained calm, showing no surprise or fear at the mysterious presence.
"No, Uncle, Guinevere did not have a nightmare." She replied in a melodious voice that was too mature for her age. "On the contrary, I feel something bad will happen to me soon."
The beautiful girl named Guinevere spoke while her eyes remained fixed on the shadow in the corner, as if she could see the figure hiding within it.
Of course, Guinevere was no ordinary girl. She was the reincarnation of the Earth Goddess Gwenhwyfar, who had reincarnated multiple times, and her divinity was passed down as a Divine Ancestor. Her power surpassed that of any Great Knight or Great Mage, second only to Campiones and Heretic Gods.
"Could this be related to the Seventh Campione?" Guessed the figure hidden in Guinevere's shadow.