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

Milenia Fortress, late at night.

Although the castle was still heavily guarded, with golems and androids patrolling, the atmosphere inside the castle—especially in the upscale restaurant belonging to the "White Faction"—was strangely...warm?

"Another steak, please! Medium-rare!"

"I want this too! Double the amount of mashed potatoes!"

"I want some too! Meat! Meat!"

At the long, narrow dining table, it looked as if a competition called "Eating King" was underway.

The participants are:

Artoria, the Knight King with a bottomless stomach.

The petite but voracious fairy dragon, Meilushin.

And Mordred, who recently joined and is currently in the state of being reincarnated as a hungry ghost.

"Damn it! Why are you eating so fast?!"

Mordred held a chicken leg in one hand and a thick slice of bacon forked with a fork in the other, his cheeks bulging out, completely devoid of the fierce "I'm going to chop you all up" attitude he had shown earlier.

This is understandable. Although the food in the Red faction is not bad, as a Servant, she rarely gets to sit down like this and eat purely to "enjoy the food".

"Eating speed is also a reflection of a knight's quality, Mordred."

Artoria gracefully but swiftly finished the food on her plate, even taking the time to give Mordred a "fatherly" lesson:

"On the battlefield, opportunities to resupply are fleeting. If you can't even compete with others for food, how can you expect to achieve victory?"

"Stop nagging! I don't want to be lectured by you!"

Despite her stubbornness, Mordred still chewed faster, refusing to admit defeat.

"Um... Mr. Gold, is there any food left in the kitchen?"

Luo Chen sat in the main seat, looking at the half-empty plate, and looked at the fat Master standing in the corner with some sympathy.

Gold was wearing an apron, sweating profusely, and holding a spatula, clearly having fallen from a prestigious magic family to become their personal chef.

"Yes, yes! I'll go fry it right away!"

Gold was on the verge of tears.

Why would the dignified head of the Mujik family cook for these heroic spirits?

And are these guys monstrous appetites? Especially those three blondies, they're practically reincarnations of gluttons!

"Hmph, a bunch of rude bastards."

Morgan, who was sitting next to Luo Chen, put down her teacup and stopped after eating only a little bit of the delicate dessert.

Looking at the messy dining table, and especially at Mordred's greasy mouth, Her Majesty's obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.

"Hey, Mordred."

Morgan spoke coldly.

"W-What are you doing? Old lady... Mother." Mordred was so startled that she almost dropped the chicken leg in her hand.

"come over."

Morgan beckoned with his finger.

Mordred, like a frightened wildcat, shuffled over to Morgan, ready to run away at any moment.

However, the anticipated magical bombardment did not occur.

Morgan pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, somewhat disgusted, but with an extremely natural motion, he reached out and wiped the sauce from Mordred's lips.

"Just eat properly, don't make a mess of your face, it's filthy."

Morgan frowned and scolded as he wiped:

"You are a Knight of the Round Table, not a wild monkey from the mountains. Don't bring shame to the Pendragon family."

"Huh?"

Mordred was stunned.

She stood there stiffly, letting Morgan wipe her face.

That hand was a little cool, and the handkerchief had a pleasant, cool fragrance.

In her memory, both the legendary Morgan and her mother were dark, crazy, and full of scheming.

I've never experienced this kind of warmth before... even one tinged with disdain.

"What are you daydreaming about? Go back and eat."

After Morgan finished wiping, she tossed the handkerchief to Mordred and resumed her haughty queenly demeanor.

"oh oh……"

Mordred awkwardly walked back to her seat, and after sitting down, she looked at the handkerchief in her hand, her face suddenly turning as red as a tomato.

She lowered her head and took a big bite of the steak, but felt that the meat today... tasted a little better than usual.

"Oh."

Luo Chen watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

He picked up the serving chopsticks, took the largest piece of steak, and put it on Mordred's plate.

"Eat more, you're still growing."

Luo Chen's voice was gentle, carrying the kind of care that comes with being an elder.

Mordred looked up at Luo Chen, then glanced at Artoria, who, though silent, was pushing a plate of French fries in front of her.

A bittersweet feeling, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, began to spread through my chest.

Is this...home?

Although this is a strange family: a male version of the father, a female version of the father, a mother who has turned into a human, and a fairy dragon who only knows how to compete for favor.

But this feeling... isn't unpleasant.

"...Tch, mind your own business."

Mordred muttered something under her breath, then lowered her head and began to eat voraciously, trying to hide her slightly reddened eyes.

……

After dinner, on the terrace.

The night breeze in Tulifas carried a slight chill.

Mordred leaned alone on the railing, staring blankly at the night sky in the distance.

Her armor had been removed, and she was wearing her signature red tube top and hot pants, with a red leather jacket draped over her shoulders.

"What's wrong? Not full?"

A figure appeared beside her.

Luo Chen handed her a can of chilled cola—a modern supply generously sponsored by Astolfo.

"...I'm full."

Mordred took the Coke, pulled the tab, and the sound of bubbles was particularly clear in the night.

She took a sip, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the question that had been bothering her all night:

"Hey...why did you take me in?"

"I am a rebellious knight. A sinner who destroyed the legend of King Arthur. Even in this world, I am a servant of the Red Faction."

"Aren't you afraid I'll stab you in the back?"

Luo Chen leaned against the railing, looking at his bewildered "son," and smiled.

"Because you are Mordred."

"Huh? What kind of reason is that?"

"In other timelines, I might be the king, judging you as a rebel."

Luo Chen turned around and looked directly into Mordred's green eyes:

"But in this world, in this moment."

"What I saw was not a 'rebel,' but a child desperately wielding a sword, clumsily trying to prove himself in order to gain his father's approval."

Luo Chen reached out his hand, and this time, Mordred did not dodge.

His large hand covered Mordred's messy blond hair and gently ruffled it:

"You want to be king? Fine."

"But the king was not seized, nor was he begged for."

"Stay by my side and observe carefully, learn diligently."

"When you understand why Artoria didn't choose you, then you will truly be qualified to wield that chosen sword."

Mordred stared blankly at Luo Chen.

The unique warmth of the Crimson Dragon bloodline emanated from the top of her head, miraculously calming her restless heart.

It is neither a denial nor an ignoring.

Instead, it is "expectation".

This was the thing she had wanted to hear most in both her lives.

"...Hmph, that's easy for you to say."

Mordred slapped Luo Chen's hand away, turned her head away, her ears burning red:

"I will never lose to you! Whether it's swordsmanship or the way of the king!"

"Since you put it that way, then I'll reluctantly follow you. When the time comes... I'll definitely surpass you and make your bastard father truly submit!"

"I'll be waiting."

Luo Chen smiled.

They're aloof, but if you pet them in the right direction, they'll be the most obedient cat.

……

Having dealt with his rebellious daughter, Luo Chen returned to the master bedroom.

That was the most luxurious suite that Gold had specially prepared.

Pushing open the door, Morgan sat on the edge of the bed in the soft glow of the magic lamp, holding a magic book in her hand, but her eyes were clearly not focused on the book.

She had changed into a deep purple silk nightgown, and her barely concealed curves exuded a fatal allure under the light.

"You're back?"

Morgan closed the book, looked up at Luo Chen, and spoke in a lazy tone with a hint of teasing:

"Did you manage to handle that stubborn brat?"

"Of course."

Luo Chen walked over, took the book from her hand, and then pressed her down onto the soft bed.

"After all, we're family."

"A family..."

Morgan chuckled softly, reached out and wrapped her arms around Luo Chen's neck, her eyes sparkling:

"Arthur, your ambitions are truly remarkable."

"Do you not only want the Holy Grail, but also want to mend all the regrets of the Round Table?"

"Since I have the ability, why not?"

Luo Chen lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, their breaths mingling.

"And... I have bigger ambitions now than those."

"Oh?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. "For example?"

"For example... tonight, our fairy queen will no longer be able to maintain that haughty composure."

"Ha, what an arrogant man."

Morgan took the initiative and kissed him, silencing Luo Chen's remaining words.

In this foreign castle, on this night when the flames of war have temporarily ceased.

The private time belonging to the "King of White" and the "Queen of Black" has only just begun.