Yet, again

"Let silver and steel be the essence."

The young man with black hair and an ordinary face said with determined eyes as Mana in the surrounding area started gathering in the center of the ritual he had created for years. An ordinary briefcase with a compact of unimaginable data residing in it started to glow in the center of the ritual as it unfolded on its own as complicated runes and magic started to dance in the air.

"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."

The wind flapped his dress which can be identified as a magician of this world. Still, unlike the magic of this world, he was doing a much more complicated yet sophisticated that can no longer be identified as the world's magic. Instead, he was doing in a round way matter that would make all the magicians in that world laugh at him.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall."

"Let the four cardinal gates close."

"Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."

Blood started to paint his dresses while it also started to seep into the ritual formation he created, but it did not deter him as it would only make the contract much stronger than ever. His mind started to become hazy, yet he continued his ritual.

"NOW I DECLARED!"

"Your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your weapon. Submit to the beckoning of my call, and I shall answer your desires."

The young man held his right hand as the ritual started to intensify, a tattoo began to appear on the back of his hand, and all the objects in his surrounding started to be thrown out in the air.

"ANSWER ME! If you want to submit to this contract and this truth! An oath shall be sworn here."

The formation of the ritual started to brighten as the shadow of an individual started to form inside it. A connection started forming between him and the shadow as the density of Mana was raised again to fill the shadow with its flesh, power, knowledge, and memories.

"I hereby declare that I shall attain all virtues of all of Heavens! I hereby declare that I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hells!"

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the Holy Balance!!!"

"!?"

-SCHWINGGGGGGGG

The bright light started to dim, and standing before him was a beautiful woman whose face he recognized but was different from that person itself. Her cold eyes scrutinized him as nostalgia started to appear on her face.

"My husband... I see, to think you summoned me again. So be it. Let my curse spear shall be your enemy's demise."

(Well, playing that game as the main character would be the same as me, right?)

The young man started to form his sweat as he managed to summon a ridiculously strong servant, yet also a troublesome one if she managed to uncover his secrets. The woman started to look at the surrounding as the knowledge of that world that came from his Master started to fill her mind.

"Hmm, how bothersome, but it does not matter, but more importantly, my husband."

"Yes!?"

"Why are you so flustered?... I see. Your attitude still does not change even after coming into this world. You need to hold your head high up as your only Master that I acknowledge, but still... I shall accept you no matter what."

The young man looks at the woman with a dumbfounded face. In contrast, the woman starts using her Magecraft while using her Item Construction EX and Territory Creation B in his house to prevent any unnecessary people from peering on his house.

(Ehh? Does that mean my introverted personality was close to the main character's personality in the game because I'm the one playing it? It does not make sense... And that attitude of hers was only available if my bond to her was maximum. Well, I managed to maximize that to the limit when I was still in that world, still..)

"My husband. Shall we start building a castle?"

The woman looks at him with a tint of red on her cheeks as she looks at him with expectation, and her hands are clasped on his hands as the warmth of her skin starts to transmit to his skin.

"!!?"

"..."

(CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

The young man screams in his mind as he loses consciousness, as tiredness starts to catch up to him due to the summoning he did a while ago. Meanwhile, the woman dressed in regal clothes started to tend to him as she knew that she was the one who caused him to lose consciousness due to her summoning.

"Goodnight, my husband. This time for sure, I will-"

The queen who rules over the Lostbelt Faerie Britain smiles lovingly at her Master as she moves him into his bed.

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Profile no.1

Name: Morgana le Fae(Lostbelt no.6)

Class: Berserker

Gender: Female

Alignment: Lawful-Evil

Bond Level: MAX (Her ambition and his Master were already equally important.)

Noble Phantasm: Roadless Camelot - The Now Unreachable Utopia (Anti-Fortress) Rank: EX

The Utopia No Longer Within Reach. The white-walled castle Camelot, which Morgan longed to enter all her life triumphantly but was never able to. Her unfulfilled wish gave way to sorrow and, eventually, hatred.

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A cold, ruthless queen who trusts only in her own power.

It isn't that she never trusts others, but they cannot be relied upon.

Morgan's first priority is the orderly rule of the British Isles.

She dislikes humans, faeries, weakness, ugliness, equality, and peace. From the perspective of her subjects, she is evil incarnate.

Yet, she dislikes them not because she finds them needless but because they are incompatible with her.

To Morgan, control is just. Anything which threatens that control is evil.

Therefore, Morgan's personal preferences are unrelated to her standards of good and evil as a sovereign. Even if she personally finds something distasteful, she will openly acknowledge and tolerate it if it is necessary to her rule. Her absolute, extreme values make her seem like a heartless machine.

That said, Morgan does have a heart. She is simply no longer capable of strongly feeling happiness and sadness, hatred and rage, or love and romance. After so many years of single-mindedly protecting Britain, her heart has gone cold.

Except for one last flicker of passion in her chest—

a long-held yearning and ambition for her past self.

Her goal to control Britain is the sole wish that still drives her.

...It is not a human-like dream from her youth, but rather simply what she was born to do.

This is a truth she learned during her long, long journey.

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*Author's Note: (The source on the profile did not come from me, or I do not claim any character created by the original author themselves aside from using them in my fanfic.)

Yes, the MC was mixed with Fujimaru and my Original Character(the one behind the game's screen), a fusion when he reincarnated in this world. And this world is... you will know in the next chapter, hehe...

The story would heavily focus on other characters, so do not expect my MC to do the whole story. And the original plot won't change that much aside from MC flexing his powers(servants).

My English is not that good(Very BAD). So comment on any paragraph to correct it would be appreciated.