Crossover Anime: Starting by fusing with an old sword and summoning Morgan

The top of the tower in the fortress of Mirenia.

The night wind howls; this is the highest point of the castle and the secret base of the Black Rider, Astolfo.

"Ta-da! Look! This is my precious eagle!"

The pink-haired knight excitedly patted the half-horse, half-eagle fantasy creature.

This beast had the head and talons of an eagle, the body and hind legs of a horse, and its feathers shimmered with a silvery-gray luster in the moonlight.

It sneezed loudly, seemingly wary of the group of strangers around it.

"Oh? It's not just a simple magical beast, but a mythical beast that exists on the other side of legend?"

Luo Chen stepped forward, and the eagle that had been somewhat restless immediately tucked its tail between its legs and became as obedient as a quail after sensing the faint "red dragon" aura emanating from him. It even lowered its head to show its submission.

"Good boy, good boy!" Astolfo happily hugged the eagle's neck, then turned to look at Luo Chen, his starry eyes full of anticipation:

"Hey, Master! The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, how about we go for a drive up? The air up there is so fresh!"

Luo Chen glanced at the two "official wives" beside him.

Morgan was covering her nose with a handkerchief, her brow furrowed, her face full of resistance:

"I'm not going to ride those hairy, smelly wild animals. Besides, the cold wind at high altitudes will mess up my hair."

For the Queen, who possesses flying magic and is accustomed to teleportation, this primitive mode of transportation is clearly outdated.

Artoria seemed somewhat eager to try, staring at the eagle for several moments, but ultimately patted her belly:

"Um... it's interesting, but the kitchen just said the midnight snack is ready, it's fish and chips... as a knight, I can't waste food."

Okay, appetite won out over the desire to ride.

Luo Chen smiled, his gaze finally settling on Joan of Arc, who had been standing on the sidelines, trying to make her presence as inconspicuous as possible.

"Well then, Miss Ruler."

Luo Chen walked up to Joan of Arc and extended an invitation:

"Since everyone's busy, why don't you come with me to patrol the airspace? As the adjudicator, confirming the movements of the Red Team's air fortress should be your responsibility, shouldn't it?"

"Huh? Me? Me?"

Joan of Arc paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to refuse, arguing that she "should not become too close to a particular faction."

But Luo Chen didn't give her a chance to speak at all. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, then touched her toes to the ground.

"ah!"

Joan of Arc let out a short gasp.

The next second, she found herself being carried on the back of the eagle by Luo Chen.

"Hold on tight."

Luo Chen sat behind her, his hands naturally encircling her waist, and held the reins (although the eagle dared not move at all).

His broad chest pressed against her back, and the constant heat radiated through the thin armor, making Joan of Arc stiffen.

"Wait! Isn't Astolfo coming along?" Joan of Arc asked in a panic.

"Oh well, I won't be a third wheel!"

Astolfo stood by the tower, waving with a wicked grin:

"Even though the Falcon is strong, it's still too crowded for three people! Master, you must make Ruler happy!"

After saying that, the pink knight even blew a kiss.

"I'm gone."

Luo Chen gave a soft shout.

The eagle let out a cry, its wings suddenly spread, creating a gust of wind, and carried the two of them straight into the sky.

……

10,000 meters above the ground.

The lights on the ground turned into sparse stars, and the huge full moon seemed within reach.

The biting wind howled in her ears, but miraculously, not much of the chill actually reached Joan of Arc.

Because the man behind her was like a giant furnace, not only shielding her from the wind with his body, but also forming a warm barrier around her with his domineering magic.

"Still nervous, Joan of Arc?"

Luo Chen's voice rang in my ears, tinged with a hint of mockery.

Because they were so close, the warm breath from their voices sprayed onto Joan's sensitive earlobes, causing her to involuntarily shrink back.

"N-No!"

Joan of Arc clung tightly to the eagle's feathers, her body ramrod straight, attempting to maintain the dignity of the judge:

"I'm just... keeping a close eye on the Red Team's movements. That rooftop garden could appear at any moment."

"Yeah?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly, tightening his grip on her waist slightly.

"But your heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to jump out of your chest."

As someone with the senses of a dragon, he heard everything clearly.

"That's because of the reaction at high altitude!" Joan of Arc retorted stubbornly.

Joan of Arc.

Luo Chen suddenly stopped smiling, his tone becoming gentle and serious:

"I know what you're worried about. You are the Ruler, a saint, and must be impartial and selfless."

"But before you become a saint, you are first and foremost a girl named Jeanne Darc."

Joan of Arc's body trembled slightly.

"Gilth went mad because he only saw the divinity of the 'saint' but could not accept the tragedy of the 'girl'."

Luo Chen gently rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance:

"But I'm different."

"I admire your heroic figure waving the flag on the battlefield, and I also love your adorable shyness and awkwardness now."

"With me, you don't need to put on airs all the time. If you get tired, just lean back for a while, and no one will see."

This passage was like a precise Noble Phantasm bombardment, directly piercing through Jeanne d'Arc's defensive shell known as "Saintess".

Since becoming a Ruler, she has been constantly on edge, working tirelessly to maintain order in the Holy Grail War.

No one ever told her "you can rest," and no one treated her like an ordinary girl.

"You...you really are a cunning person."

Joan of Arc's voice softened, carrying a hint of helplessness and shyness.

Her tense back slowly relaxed, and finally, just as Luo Chen had said, she carefully leaned back.

Until my entire back was pressed against that warm embrace.

It's so warm.

Is this... what it feels like to rely on others?

"The Red team's fortress hasn't arrived yet."

Joan of Arc looked at the moon and whispered:

"So... it's okay if we fly a little longer before then, right?"

"As you wish, my saint."

Luo Chen smiled slightly, controlling the eagle as it traced an elegant arc through the sea of ​​clouds.

……

Half an hour later, the eagle landed back in the tower.

When Joan of Arc dismounted, her cheeks were still flushed, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at the people at the tower entrance.

"You're back?"

Morgan leaned against the doorframe, a glass of red wine in his hand, and glanced at the two men with a playful look.

"It takes this long to patrol your airspace? I thought you guys flew straight off on your honeymoon."

"Cough...we just detected some unusual air currents and investigated a little longer!" Jeanne quickly explained, then ran off like a startled rabbit. "I...I'm going to report to Danic!"

Watching Joan of Arc flee in disarray, Morgan snorted, walked up to Luo Chen, and reached out to straighten his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"This little saintess's defenses have already crumbled by more than half."

Morgan looked at Luo Chen with a half-smile:

"Arthur, you really earned your title of 'Saintess Assassin' for nothing. So, when are you planning to make her a member of the family?"

"Let nature take its course."

Luo Chen took Morgan's hand and kissed her on the lips.

"But tonight, my time belongs to you."

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Morgan raised his chin smugly. "That idiot Saber went to sleep right after her midnight snack. Tonight... I want to try that 'altitude reaction' too, but in my room."

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow: "I'd be happy to oblige."

In this enchanting atmosphere, on the distant horizon, an ominous dark shadow is devouring the starlight.

The Red faction's stronghold—Vainglory's Sky Garden—finally revealed its ferocious fangs after this sweet night.