"...Please, accept me as your disciple." Morgana bowed slightly, lowering her head with a mixture of humility and determination, her voice carrying a faint tremble.
"Hm?" Robin turned toward her, genuinely puzzled, raising an eyebrow. "What is this supposed to be, the cosmic holiday for recruiting disciples? The acceptance ceremony for the second one isn't even properly over yet!"
"It's over! I've already learned my mistake, just let it end peacefully, I beg you!!" Shaddad screamed from behind, his voice distorted with agony. Thud! "Gyaaa—!"
"Please accept me as your disciple." Morgana repeated firmly, her posture unwavering despite everything. "I want to become stronger—for your sake, yes, but also for my own survival. I never want to stand helpless in that kind of situation again."
