Chapter 125: You're Disguising Yourself As Princess Guinevere—Are You Even Worthy?
Vivian looked at Guinevere, who was still working, and couldn't help but sigh.
Just as Noah had thought, after prophesying about Manaka Sajyou, she had indeed performed another prophecy. This time, her purpose was to confirm one thing.
That was whether the prophecy she had made about Noah—that she would form an intimate relationship with him—was actually true.
The result of this prophecy turned out to be exactly the same as before!
But even the matter of becoming this so-called maid was something she had begged Noah for... And according to Noah's own words, he had even painted a grand picture for her!
He said things like she would become the head maid of the maid team in the future, responsible for managing all the maids...
To be honest, she, Vivian, the only Prophet among this generation of Ladies of the Lake—did she become a maid just to become a head maid?
Ugh...
How exactly did she end up forming a relationship with Noah in the prophecy!?
At first, when she was in the Lady of the Lake's magical realm, she thought Noah was indifferent to women!
But then he was so kind and gentle to Morgan and that Artoria. How could that be indifference to women? It was simply him rejecting her!
When Vivian first realized this, she was quite puzzled.
She felt her looks were no worse than Morgan or Artoria, so why were they acceptable while she wasn't?
But when she was assigned here and saw Guinevere, she finally understood.
Goodness, there was another one here with looks similar to hers, and according to Morgan, this was some Princess Guinevere. And now she was tending the fire in the kitchen!
Her hands were even covered in calluses!
Thinking of this, Vivian sighed and stood up again, walking toward Guinevere.
If Guinevere was tending the fire, she couldn't just stand by and watch!
Because of her work with the fire, Guinevere's face was covered in soot, looking dark and dirty. Her hands were calloused, she wore a servant's uniform, and her hair was tied up haphazardly and somewhat messy due to her work... In contrast, Vivian, as a Lady of the Lake, remained untouched by such things, so she was still very clean.
If someone who didn't recognize the maid uniform came here and was asked to find Princess Guinevere, they'd probably think Vivian was the princess instead!
Well, if Guinevere was in such a state, what could she say? She might as well join her in tending the fire!
Vivian thought things would remain like this for a while, but just as she was about to go help Guinevere, a group of people suddenly barged into the kitchen.
Seeing them, both Vivian and Guinevere froze.
"Don't move! Our target is Princess Guinevere. Stay still if you don't want to die, or else—"
As they spoke, the assassins all drew their weapons, their eyes icy cold.
If it were the Guinevere of the past, she would have been terrified and screamed at such a sight.
But after coming to Camelot Castle, working as a servant for some time, and occasionally chatting with the other servants, Guinevere was no longer the princess whose mind was once filled only with flowers.
So she sighed at this moment, put down what she was holding, and directly stepped in front of Vivian. Then, as she approached Vivian, she whispered to her.
"Hurry and leave. Their target is me—I am Guinevere. But if they intend to capture me alive, they won't spare you. So I'll find a way to stall them later. You should run—"
Hearing this, Vivian glanced at the Roman assassins and paused for a moment.
Run?
It seemed... she didn't need to run!
These were just ordinary people without any Age of Gods blessings... she could easily handle them with a simple suggestion Magecraft.
But just as she was about to say something, Guinevere, thinking she was hesitating, reminded her again and actively walked toward the group of Roman assassins.
"Don't worry, they won't harm me. I still have my value, so you should go!"
She whispered this to Vivian, then raised her voice as she faced the Roman assassins.
"I am the one you're looking for—"
She walked forward a distance, directly approaching one of the Roman assassins. However, before she could even say her name, the leader of the second team shoved her aside.
"Get out of the way! Just look at yourself—your dark face, the calluses on your hands. You look like someone who works all the time. Trying to impersonate Princess Guinevere? Go look in a mirror—do you even deserve it?"
This time, Manaka Sajyou had given them tracking devices.
The tracking device for Romulus was particularly precise because it contained old family belongings of his.
But the tracking device for Guinevere was much less accurate since it lacked such items.
Still, it could track her general location. For instance, right now, there were two targets—this level of accuracy was sufficient for Manaka Sajyou.
After all, in her view, if the number of people locked onto was small, and there happened to be a woman near this Guinevere, she might also be some princess or noble. In short—
"Just capture them all. Better to capture too many than too few!"
She only gave one instruction—capture the pretty ones!
For Manaka Sajyou, if she were here today, even if she didn't recognize them, capturing everyone wouldn't be a problem.
But for these assassins, it was different.
Capturing one person versus two was a completely different level of difficulty.
Especially since they still had to escape from the castle, rendezvous with the first team, and operate in Britain—a foreign land for them.
Carrying an extra burden would significantly increase the difficulty.
Moreover, if there were two women here who seemed like princesses, they might hesitate and end up capturing both.
But of the two here, one, though she looked somewhat decent, had just finished tending the fire—her face covered in soot, her hands full of calluses. From the way she stepped forward, put down what she was holding, and kicked it to a suitable spot—it was clear she was a skilled servant, used to hard work!
Would a princess be tending the fire in the kitchen?
Obviously impossible!
As for the other one, she wore an unfamiliar but clearly beautiful dress, adorned with a pristine headpiece—nothing like the attire of someone who does manual labor.
Even in the kitchen, she remained spotlessly clean, further enhanced by her heterochromatic eyes and that unique aura.
Who the princess was became clear at a glance!
So, without Guinevere or Vivian knowing what to say, the assassins simply walked past Guinevere and approached Vivian.
"Princess Guinevere, please come with us!"