Prologue

"Brother, why are you up so late?"

Young Guinevere watches her brother grab a thin sword from a box. Lancelot turns his head towards her and immediately puts it back. "I should be asking you that, my sister." he grimaces at her. "Hm? I'm always up late. You know how I'm very indulged into studying magic." Guinevere replies with a smirk as a thought popped into her head. Lancelot gave another weak smile as he already knew what his little sister would be doing. She often experimented on Lancelot with her magic superpowers, even in the evening. This scared him a bit because Guinevere possesses intense power when it comes to magic.

Fortunate enough for Lancelot, Guinevere didn't make a move to test out her magic. All she did was ask about the sword he held a minute ago. Lancelot simply replied; "It's nothing." and forced her into her bedroom to sleep. Guinevere was all pouty about it but gave up as soon as she realized Lancelot was almost to burst out. She didn't want to see him angry once more. Apparently, he's scarier than her when it comes to raging. Though this was only occasional, unlike the countless times Guinevere raged.

She slept through her thoughts as Lancelot watches her with a soft yet weak smile as he closed the door in front of him.

It was this moment that Guinevere realized what was Lancelot holding deep in his mind and soul. Maybe this was what caused him to leave? Because of her? Along with her magic superpower, she is about the jump into a journey to find her dear brother Lancelot.