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

The morning in Tulipas was unusually peaceful, with no sirens blaring.

On the training grounds of the Mirenia fortress, the crisp sound of metal clashing has replaced the birdsong of yesteryear.

when--!

Two swords with vastly different styles clashed violently together.

One is an invisible Wind King's Barrier, steady and precise.

One is a crimson, rebellious demonic sword, violent and wild.

"Too shallow, Mordred."

Artoria held her sword in one hand, and with just a slight twist of her wrist, she deflected Mordred's powerful slash, then gently patted her "son's" waist with the spine of the sword.

"Your swordplay is too distracting. Are you in a hurry to prove something?"

"Stop nagging! Let's do it again!"

Mordred was wearing a red sports vest, and sweat dripped down her toned abs.

She felt somewhat frustrated that her "father" had easily thwarted her attack, but she felt an indescribable excitement.

After all, being able to provide pure swordsmanship instruction to King Arthur was something she had never even dared to dream of.

"Okay, stop for a minute."

A gentle voice broke the silence between father and son.

Luo Chen strolled over leisurely, carrying two towels and two bottles of chilled sports drinks.

"Dad!" Mordred sheathed his sword, grimacing slightly in annoyance. "I can still fight! That was a mistake!"

"Rest is also part of spiritual practice."

Luo Chen covered Mordred's messy blond hair with a towel and rubbed it vigorously:

"Furthermore, Lia's swordsmanship is the sword of 'protection,' and if you use that kind of 'destructive' fighting style to fight head-on, of course you will suffer a loss."

"What should we do then?" Mordred looked up, her bright green eyes fixed on Luo Chen.

She didn't know when it started, but she began to get used to relying on this "male version of her father" who possessed the aura of a red dragon.

Compared to Artoria's strictness, Luo Chen is more like a doting yet powerful guide.

"Want to learn?"

Luo Chen smiled and casually picked up a branch from the ground.

At this moment, he had reached 100% integration, and every move he made carried a rhythm that was in harmony with the world.

"Watch closely, Xiao Mo."

Luo Chen flicked his wrist.

It was just a simple forward thrust.

laugh.

The air was "broken" by this fragile branch.

A long, lingering white trail was left in the air ahead, an interference with space caused by pure skill reaching its peak.

"This is...?" Mordred's eyes widened.

"Your sword is not 'pure' enough."

Luo Chen threw away the branch and tapped Mordred's chest:

"You're always thinking, 'I want to win,' 'I want to surpass so-and-so.' But true strength comes from single-minded focus."

"You'll be qualified when you can treat a sword as an extension of your arm, rather than a tool for killing."

Mordred scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite, but his cheeks inexplicably turned red.

Being personally taught by such a handsome and powerful father...

"Tch...that sounds nice. I'll try practicing it!"

She snatched the drink from Luo Chen's hand and gulped down most of it in one go to hide her shyness.

Artoria watched this scene from the side, a gentle smile curving her lips.

She walked over, took the towel Luo Chen handed her, and wiped the light sweat from her forehead.

"You're better at raising children than I am, Chen."

"I was indeed too strict before."

"Strict father, kind mother... no, strict mother, kind father."

Luo Chen casually tidied up the stray hairs at Artoria's temples and teased her:

"From now on, we'll divide the task of disciplining this unruly child. You'll be responsible for teaching her principles of conduct, and I'll be responsible for taking her out to experience life."

"You want to take her out to cause trouble, don't you!" Artoria smiled helplessly.

……

On the other side of the castle, in the prayer room.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, falling on the blonde girl kneeling before the statue of a deity.

Joan of Arc.

Or rather, Jeanne now possesses a physical body.

She was still wearing her pristine nun's habit, her hands clasped together, her eyes closed in prayer.

But unlike her usual focused prayers, today her mind was in turmoil.

"Lord...please forgive my greed."

"I have been given a second life, and even... I have someone I want to love."

Is this a sin or a blessing?

As soon as I close my eyes, the domineering kiss from last night and Luo Chen's words, "I need you," linger in my mind.

and……

Glug glug.

My stomach let out an untimely protest.

Joan of Arc's face flushed red instantly.

Is this what physical troubles are like? You get hungry, you get thirsty, and you feel weak because you didn't eat breakfast early in the morning.

"I'd feel bad if you prayed on an empty stomach."

The door to the prayer room was pushed open.

Luo Chen walked in carrying a tray with steaming hot milk and freshly baked croissants on it.

"Luo...Luo Chen?!"

Joan of Arc jumped up like a startled rabbit, frantically adjusting her skirt. "What are you doing here? I... I was doing my morning prayers..."

"I noticed you didn't go to the restaurant for breakfast, so I guessed you were hiding here."

Luo Chen walked to the bench next to her and sat down, patting the seat beside him:

"Come on, eat first. You'll have the strength to repent when you're full."

Joan of Arc sat down somewhat awkwardly, looking at the tempting plate of bread, and swallowed hard.

"Um... I'm not a Heroic Spirit anymore, so can I really live like a normal person?"

"Ruler's duties are over, I..."

"You are now my personal saint."

Luo Chen picked up a piece of bread, tore off a small piece, and held it directly to her mouth:

Open your mouth.

"Huh?"

"ah--"

Joan of Arc instinctively opened her mouth and put the bread in her mouth.

The sweet aroma of wheat spread in her mouth, and the real taste made her nose tingle.

Really... alive.

"Is it good?" Luo Chen asked with a smile.

"Mmm..." Joan of Arc nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "It's delicious."

"Joan of Arc, don't overcomplicate life."

Luo Chen reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his tone gentle:

"You've been living too hard for the world. Now, try giving yourself a break."

"Eat when you want, sleep when you want, and come to me if you want to be pampered."

"The so-called 'receiving flesh' is to let you enjoy the beauty of this world, not to let you continue to be an ascetic."

"Are you enjoying...the beauty?"

Joan of Arc looked at Luo Chen's face, which was so close to hers.

The sunlight shone on his blond hair, making him look even more dazzling than a statue.

The fear in her heart miraculously vanished at that moment.

"That……"

Joan of Arc mustered her courage, reached out, and gently tugged at Luo Chen's sleeve, her voice barely audible:

"I want...I want to go see this city."

"Instead of inspecting the battlefield as a judge, I'm going shopping as Jeanne."

Luo Chen was stunned for a moment, then broke into a bright smile.

He took Joan of Arc's hand in his own, and they intertwined their fingers.

"Yes, my holy lady."

"Today, we're all skipping work."

"Let's take Leah and Morgan with us and empty out the commercial street in Tulipas."

……

Half an hour later.

The main gate of the fortress of Mirenia.

Chief Danic stared in disbelief at the group of White Faction leaders who had changed into casual clothes and were about to go out for a "team building" trip.

"Um... Lord Luo Chen? Regarding the post-war reparations negotiations, and the negotiations with the Mage's Association..."

"You can handle that kind of pointless thing yourself."

Luo Chen waved his hand, then took Joan of Arc's hand in one hand and Morgan's hand in the other:

"I have a more important task—to go shopping with my wives."

"Oh, right, Gold."

Luo Chen looked at the fat Master:

"Remember to prepare plenty of ingredients for tonight. We might bring back some 'local specialties'."

Watching the group of people walk away.

Danic sighed, but a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

Although this "King of White" is extremely capricious, it must be said...

With him around, Tulipas, which was originally filled with bloodshed, seemed to have a truly good ending.