Death is not the end.

This is coming from someone who personally experienced death once, and is experiencing it once more.

I have lived my life surrounded by death.

I was there when the people around me died. I was also there when the one who killed my family died.

And then...

I followed the one who killed the killer of my family.

I vowed to serve him with my life and my body for achieving the revenge I cannot exact until the day he dies.

For thousands of years, I stayed by his side.

I knew him better than anyone. Even better than I knew myself.

I was there when he ruled the whole world. The fate of billions rested in his hands.

However, he's not contented.

He sought the presence of someone.

Even so, I stayed by his side and helped him to the fullest of my ability.

Until, a catastrophe struck us.

This is when I first experienced death.

But I do not blame him.

Instead, I blamed my own weak self as I died without fully accomplishing my vow, which is to serve him until the day he dies.

However, as I said.

Death is not the end.

I woke up in a new world with my memories intact. I believe it is what the monks called 'reincarnation'.

As I arrived in this new world, there was only one thing in my mind.

That is:

To fulfill my vow in this life, no matter what.

In order to do that, I will conquer the world.

Before he arrives in this world, I will prepare the grandest gift. An accomplishment he once succeeded in doing.

I thought that I have the ability to follow his footsteps.

I was wrong.

There are stronger people other than me who exist in this world. Some even much stronger.

I was stopped by them.

Just when they are about to kill me, I struggled.

I refuse to give up on life. I refuse to die a second time.

This is not because I fear what comes after death.

But because I fear that I will die again without accomplishing anything.

That's why, as a last resort, I chose to seal myself.

I sealed my soul in an artifact, so even if my material body is destroyed, I will still exist in this world.

This time, I was not 'killed'. But I don't know if I can call it 'living' either.

I am ashamed to meet my lord again. For I have not done a single thing worthy of praise.

However, it is a hundred times better than not meeting him at all.

Even in this trapped state, I wish to meet him once more.

For many years, I waited for him to come.

And then, one day.

He finally arrived.

I sensed his unique malevolent aura that is second to nothing.

The aura that I will never forget no matter how many times I died.

Thus, I beckoned for him.

I released all the strength I have left.

To call for him.

To call for his love.

And once I meet him...

I, Morgana le Fay, will vow to serve him again in this lifetime.

This time, without fail.