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

The second floor, the room of Jeanne d'Arc (Alter).

The room is decorated in a typical Gothic style.

Deep red velvet curtains, a black carved bed, and a weapon rack in the corner used to display various weapons.

But at this moment, this fearsome dragon witch is facing the greatest crisis of her heroic spirit career.

"Damn it... what kind of inhuman design is this?!"

Jeanne Alter stood in front of a full-length mirror, her hands behind her back, struggling with a piece of clothing while sweating profusely.

That was an evening gown that Luo Chen personally picked out for her at the mall today.

The deep violet velvet material appears conservative and dignified from the front, but the back features an extremely bold deep V-neck cutout design, almost completely revealing her smooth, jade-like back.

The most problematic part is the invisible zipper on the back of this dress.

It's stuck.

It was stuck above her waist and below her shoulder blades, an awkward position that no matter how hard Jeanne d'Arc Alter reached, she was always just a few centimeters short.

"Damn it! If I dare to tear it, that bastard will definitely use it to laugh at me again!"

Jeanne Alter stomped her foot in exasperation.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her fair cheeks from the exertion, and her golden vertical pupils were filled with grievance and frustration.

She had intended to wear this dress to give that man a "surprise" at dinner, but now she was trapped inside, stuck in the dress, neither up nor down.

"Do you need any help?"

A deep male voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, suddenly rang out in the room.

"ah!"

Jeanne Alter was startled and instinctively wanted to summon the flames of vengeance.

But when she saw the dark-haired man leaning against the doorframe in the mirror, arms crossed, watching her embarrassment, the magic she had just gathered instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.

"You...you...how did you get in! I clearly locked the door!"

Jeanne Alter turned around in a panic, clutching her chest tightly with both hands, as if that would cover the large expanse of bare skin on her back. Her face was as red as a ripe cherry.

"Get out! Who gave you permission to enter the witch's room! Get out now!"

"The door was indeed locked, but the spatial coordinates of the entire house are in my mind, so locking the door is no different from just having a decoration for me."

Luo Chen walked into the room unhurriedly and closed the door behind him.

His aggressive, crimson-gold eyes brazenly surveyed the humiliated and indignant witch before him.

"Besides, if I don't come in, are you planning to go to the restaurant tonight wearing this half-zipped-up dress? That would be a famously embarrassing sight at the Round Table."

"Mind your own business! I'll just burn it down!"

Jeanne Alter bit her lower lip, her words still defiant, but her body unconsciously retreated until her back pressed against the cold wardrobe door.

Luo Chen did not speak again.

He took long strides, covering the distance between the two in just a few steps, directly cornering Jeanne Alter.

The oppressive aura emanating from her towering figure instantly drained the air around Jeanne Alter.

"Turn around."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an irresistible magic.

"I...I don't..."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter tried to make a final struggle, but Luo Chen had already reached out and grabbed her shoulder in an extremely domineering manner, turning her around to face the huge dressing mirror.

The mirror reflected the overlapping figures of the two people.

Luo Chen stood behind her, and the difference in their sizes created an extremely strong visual impact.

"This dress suits you very well."

Luo Chen didn't rush to pull the stuck zipper.

His warm fingertips traced the exposed white back of Jeanne d'Arc, starting from the back of her neck and sliding inch by inch down the graceful concave line of her spine.

"Ugh...!"

Jeanne Alter's body instantly stiffened like iron.

The touch of the fingertips, imbued with the warmth of the red dragon's body, was like an electrified brush, sending shivers down one's spine wherever it passed.

Her legs went weak uncontrollably, and she could only barely keep herself from collapsing by supporting herself with her hands on the mirror.

"Don't...don't touch there..."

She looked at herself in the mirror, and her face, which was originally full of hostility, was now flushed with emotion, and her eyes even had a thin layer of mist.

This extremely unfamiliar sense of vulnerability made her feel both ashamed and...desiring.

"Why won't you touch me? You dressed like this just for me to see, didn't you?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly, leaned down, and his warm breath brushed against her ear.

"Don't forget, you promised me in the mall that you would only wear this dress for me."

"I...I didn't..."

"Shhh."

Luo Chen's fingers finally reached the stuck zipper buckle.

He didn't use brute force; a faint trace of magic power emanated from his fingertips, and the jammed mechanical structure instantly became smooth.

"Sizzle—"

The zipper was pulled all the way up, making the deep purple evening gown fit perfectly against Jeanne d'Arc's body.

However, Luo Chen's hand did not leave.

He took the opportunity to embrace Jeanne d'Arc's slender waist and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Even though the zipper is zipped up..."

Luo Chen lowered his head, his nose brushing against her fragrant silver hair, his voice carrying an undisguised sense of danger.

"But now, I want to untie it."

"Luo Chen..."

Jeanne Alter's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She looked at the man in the mirror, who was holding her tightly. Those golden vertical pupils that she had always used to hide her vulnerability finally melted into a pool of spring water at this moment.

She did not resist anymore.

Instead, she obediently tilted her head back, surrendering herself completely to the being to whom even her soul submitted.

"You... heartless tyrant..."

She closed her eyes and let out a very faint, yet indulgent and loving murmur.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose.

The zipper, which had been zipped up, made a "zipping" sound again the next second.

This time, however, it achieved a different kind of "liberation".

……

Meanwhile, in the greenhouse garden where the fairies left the palace.

Compared to the bustling "one-on-one tutoring" on the second floor, the atmosphere here is as pure and beautiful as a fairy tale.

Sunlight streamed through the glass dome, illuminating the various exotic flowers and plants.

Ereshkigal (Arei) was wearing the light blue floral dress that Luo Chen had bought for her. She was holding a small watering can and carefully watering a pot of newly sprouted "Underworld Flower".

She was in a great mood and even hummed an old Sumerian song.

"You seem to be in a very good mood today, Mistress of the Underworld."

A cool and noble voice came from the entrance of the greenhouse.

Eresh turned her head and saw Morgan le Fay walking gracefully towards her, holding up his black magic umbrella.

Facing this fairy queen with an aura that seemed to stretch for two meters and eighty centimeters, Ellie instinctively felt a little nervous.

She put down the kettle and stood up straight like a student who had done something wrong.

"Ms. Morgan, good afternoon."

"Don't be so formal."

Morgan walked over to her, his gaze falling on the vibrant plants, a faint hint of admiration flashing in his ruby ​​eyes.

"To be able to bring lifeless plants from the underworld to life in the mortal world, it seems you have a level of patience in caring for life that even I lack."

"Ah... thank you for the compliment!"

Ai Lei blushed, flattered.

Morgan turned his head and looked at this goddess whose personality was almost too innocent, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"Arthur went upstairs to deal with that grumpy witch. He probably won't be coming down anytime soon."

"However, considering how well you've managed this greenhouse..."

Morgan extended her hand, clad in a black lace glove, and gently tapped it in the air.

hum.

A frosty rose, formed from pure fairy magic and radiating a ghostly blue light, appeared at her fingertips.

She gently tucked the everlasting rose behind Ellie's ear.

"What... what is this?"

Ai Lei touched the cool but not piercing flower in surprise.

"This is a blessing from the Fairy Kingdom."

Morgan withdrew her hand, her tone still calm, yet revealing a kind of "tolerance" befitting an empress.

"Although you are a somewhat clumsy god, you hold an irreplaceable place in Arthur's heart."

"This flower can protect your divine core from being rejected by the laws of the mortal world."

"Now that you're in this family, be more confident. Don't always look so pitiful; it'll only make you a laughingstock to the other women."

After saying these words, Morgan turned and left gracefully, leaving Ereshkigal with only a proud silhouette.

Ai Lei stood there, stunned.

She touched the frost rose by her ear, feeling the powerful protective magic it contained, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"Miss Morgan... is actually a very gentle person."

She looked up at the closed window on the second floor, and a smile brighter than the sunshine bloomed on her face.

"Luo Chen, I really... love this home so much."

……

As evening fell, the restaurant in the Fairy Palace once again became the liveliest place.

When Luo Chen, looking refreshed, led the blushing Jeanne d'Arc in a slightly unnatural manner downstairs, everyone tacitly refrained from making any teasing remarks.

(Mainly because they were afraid Luo Chen would come up with some other punishment game.)

"Dinner's ready! Woof!"

Tamamo Neko carries a huge roasted turkey and a variety of sumptuous dishes as she moves between the tables.

Tiamat, holding her starfish plushie, sat obediently next to Luo Chen, her mouth open, waiting to be fed.

Ishtar is fighting Mordred for the last slice of pizza.

Scáthach held a glass of red wine, looking at Luo Chen with a half-smile.

Morgan, meanwhile, sat at the head of the table, elegantly cutting her steak, as if everything was under her control.

In this restaurant filled with the aroma of food, noise, and a faint smell of vinegar.

Luo Chen raised his wine glass, looking at his vibrant and dazzling family.

In this twilight without singularities or the end of the world.

The daily life of the Star King is still so sweet it's intoxicating.