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

The cicadas in Fuyuki City were particularly noisy at midday.

When Luo Chen finally opened his eyes, the sun had already climbed to its zenith.

The large master bedroom bed was now a mess.

The air still held the afterglow of last night's frenzy, mixed with the unique scents of different women, creating an atmosphere that was intoxicating.

"Well……"

A soft whimper, like that of a kitten, came from beside me.

Joan of Arc was huddled under the covers, wrapped up like a silkworm, with only a wisp of messy blonde hair showing.

Hearing Luo Chen get up, she felt even more ashamed and indignant, burrowing deeper into the covers and refusing to show her face.

For this newly "worldly" saint, last night's "baptism" was far too stimulating, completely shattering her centuries-old defenses of shame.

On the other side, Morgan appeared refreshed and energetic.

The fairy queen had already gotten up and was now sitting on a single sofa by the window, dressed in a black silk robe.

She held a cup of black tea in her hand, and the sunlight shone on her snow-white ankles, giving her an air of languid satisfaction after a good meal.

"woke up?"

Morgan glanced at Luo Chen, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"It seems that even you, as the strongest red dragon, need to take a nap to recover when faced with this kind of 'siege'."

"This is a strategic break for me."

Luo Chen stretched, feeling extremely refreshed.

It has to be said that his current physical condition is practically a bug.

Although he was very tired last night, his physical strength remained at its peak.

He lifted the blanket and patted the "Joan of Arc silkworm" ball:

"Get up, Miss Saint. If you don't get up soon, your lunch will get cold."

"No, I can't!"

Joan of Arc's muffled voice came from under the covers, tinged with sobs:

"I'm so ashamed... Miss Morgan is still watching... Waaaaah..."

"Ha, how pretentious."

Morgan put down his teacup, walked over, and yanked the blanket off.

With a gasp of surprise, Her Majesty the Queen looked down at Joan of Arc, whose face was flushed and whose body bore suggestive red marks:

"Now that you're in this bed, throw away that pointless pretense. Weren't you quite loud when you were begging for mercy last night?"

"Morgan!!"

Joan of Arc was so ashamed that she almost spontaneously combusted on the spot, and grabbed a pillow to cover her face.

Luo Chen watched this scene, smiled and shook his head, then got up and went into the bathroom.

This noisy daily routine is what makes home feel like.

……

The restaurant on the first floor.

Compared to the enchanting scenery upstairs, the atmosphere downstairs is completely different.

"Damn it! Give me back that fried shrimp!!"

Mordred had one foot on the chair, brandishing a fork, and glaring angrily at the last fried shrimp on her plate.

Opposite her, Melousin, with an almost physics-defying levitation, defied all logic and nimbly snatched the fried shrimp, then made a face:

"Hehehe! If you can't get it, it's mine! You stupid knight!"

"You winged lizard! I'm going to roast you!"

"Come on, come on! I'll tear your armor apart and sell it for scrap metal!"

The two Servants were at loggerheads at the dining table, while the two little girls sitting in the middle—Sakura and Illya—calmly ate their puddings.

Clearly, they've gotten used to this kind of "fight for food."

"Alright, everyone sit down."

Luo Chen walked down the stairs while buttoning his shirt.

With just one sentence, the two that were about to fight instantly became quiet.

"Dad!" Mordred complained, feeling wronged. "That lizard stole my food!"

"Master! She's too slow!" Melishin immediately flew to Luo Chen's shoulder and acted coquettishly.

"There's still food in the kitchen; Irisviel is cooking."

Luo Chen sat down in the main seat, casually wiped the cream off Sakura's lips, and then looked at Artoria, who was sitting next to him drinking tea and reading a newspaper.

The knight was dressed in simple home clothes and looked exceptionally virtuous—if one didn't see the dozen or so empty plates stacked in front of her.

Looking at the family members with different personalities living together in harmony, Luo Chen felt a slight stirring in his heart.

A comfortable life is a good thing.

But for him, who had the blood of the Crimson Dragon flowing through his veins, and for these heroic spirits who were born to belong on the battlefield, a long period of peace was actually a form of corrosion.

"Everyone."

Luo Chen tapped on the table.

The previously noisy restaurant instantly fell silent.

All eyes were on him.

"Although the holiday was very enjoyable, our 'honeymoon' is almost over."

Luo Chen picked up his coffee and took a sip, his crimson-gold eyes gleaming.

"Oh?"

Morgan put down her knife and fork, the languid look in her eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a queenly desire to conquer.

"Where is it this time? Is it another boring game of grabbing cups like before?"

"No."

Luo Chen shook his head, his expression becoming somewhat subtle. He looked at Jeanne, who was sitting opposite him, still blushing because of what happened last night:

"This place might be a bit 'exciting' for Joan of Arc."

"Huh? Me?" Joan of Arc paused, then asked, "Why?"

Luo Chen slowly uttered a coordinate:

"Orléans, France, 1431 AD."

"Clatter".

Joan of Arc dropped her fork onto the plate with a sharp sound.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

1431... that was the year she was burned at the stake, the year her life ended, and the year France was plunged into darkness.

"Are we going to travel through time and go back to the past?" Artoria frowned. "That would be a desecration of history."

"No, that's a 'correction'."

Luo Chen explained:

"The principles of humanity from that era have been burned. History has been distorted, and the spirits of the dead have been awakened."

"That place is now known as—[The First Singularity: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon]."

"An evil dragon?!"

Upon hearing those two words, the two "dragon offspring" at the dining table reacted simultaneously.

Melusin's eyes lit up: "Are there dragons? Can you eat them or kill them?"

Luo Chen stroked his chin, and the crimson dragon blood within him began to stir.

"Not only are there dragons, but also the 'Dragon Witch'."

Luo Chen looked at Joan of Arc, his tone playful:

"I heard that witch looks exactly like you, and commands an army of wyverns, vowing to burn down all of France in revenge."

"She even claimed to be 'the resurrected Joan of Arc'."

"How could this be..." Joan of Arc stood up in disbelief, her hands clenched tightly. "I would never curse my homeland! No matter what I suffer, I will never fall into witchhood!"

"Whether it's true or false, we'll find out by going to see for ourselves."

Luo Chen stood up, walked to Joan of Arc's side, and gently pressed her shoulder:

"Don't be afraid. Since someone dares to do bad things with your face, we'll be the ones to wake her up."

"and……"

Luo Chen surveyed the crowd, a wildly arrogant smile playing on his lips:

"In that singularity, there seem to be many so-called 'dragons' running rampant."

"I am the Red Dragon."

"Melushin is the dragon of Albion."

"Saber also has dragon genes within her."

"Wouldn't it be a shame if our family of 'true dragons' didn't go to that place full of lizards and establish some rules?"

"The Dragon Witch?"

Morgan sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"How dare you call yourself a witch in front of me... You're courting death."

"Arthur, let's go."

"Let's turn that so-called 'singularity' into our backyard."

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Luo Chen waved his hand:

"All personnel ready! Destination—Burning Orleans!"

"Let's go teach that 'Alter Jeanne's Gloria' a lesson on 'who the real dragon is!'"