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

The air in Thiers is filled with the aroma of roasted meat and red wine at night.

Although it was wartime, as long as the "White Expeditionary Force" was there, supplies never seemed to be a problem.

Inside the temporarily requisitioned city hall lobby, candlelight flickered.

"Come on! Let's toast to the new dragon slayer!"

Marie Antoinette held up a crystal goblet she had somehow acquired, her face beaming with a smile that seemed to brighten the gloomy surroundings.

Beside her, Mozart was using magic to create music, accompanied by the capricious queen, with a helpless expression.

"Cheers!"

Mordred clinked glasses with gusto and then downed the grape juice in one gulp.

Elizabeth was crouching in the corner, trying to use her tail to curl up the chicken leg on the table, but Kiyohime knocked her back with a fan.

In this corner filled with laughter and joy, one figure stood out as out of place.

Black Saber, Siegfried.

He sat in the shadows like a silent statue, carrying the enormous demonic sword Balmonk on his back, his food untouched.

Whenever someone passes by him, he instinctively shrinks back, afraid that his large body will block their way.

"Hey, the black one."

Mordred, carrying the plate, went over and plopped down opposite him.

"Why aren't you eating? This is top-quality food that Dad specially brought out. You'll get weak if you don't eat it."

Siegfried raised his head, his indifferent eyes glancing at Mordred before lowering his head again, a deep voice escaping from his chest:

"……sorry."

"Huh?" Mordred was taken aback.

"My presence seems to have made the atmosphere heavy. I'm sorry."

Siegfried apologized earnestly:

"Besides, I have a big appetite, and if I eat this, it might lead to a shortage of food supplies. I'm sorry."

"..."

Mordred's fork bent in her hand.

She took a deep breath, and a vein bulged on her forehead:

"You...are you here specifically to cause trouble? Who complains about you eating too much! Give me some!"

"If that's your order... well, I'm sorry, I'll start."

Siegfried picked up the bread, took a stiff bite, and then added:

"Your eating manners were very unseemly, I'm sorry."

"Ugh! I'm so angry!!"

Mordred scratched her head in frustration, then turned to look at Luo Chen, who was feeding Melousin candy from the main seat:

"Dad! This guy's hopeless! Is this the legendary hero? He's just a pushover who only knows how to apologize!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen put down the sugar jar in his hand and turned his gaze to Siegfried in the corner.

He could feel that whenever his gaze fell on Siegfried, the demonic sword on the dragon slayer's back would emit a faint tremor—an instinctive hostility towards the "Red Dragon."

But Siegfried himself was desperately suppressing this instinct, and even turned this suppression into guilt for his own incompetence.

"Siegfried".

Luo Chen stood up and walked to Siegfried.

As he approached, Siegfried's muscles tensed instantly, and cold sweat trickled down his temples.

For him, who possessed the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, getting close to Luo Chen was like getting close to a burning sun.

"You're the 'Dragon Slayer,' right?"

Luo Chen looked down at him.

"...Yes. I'm sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

Siegfried kept his head down, but his hand gripped the restless hilt of his sword tightly.

"Why should I apologize?"

Luo Chen reached out and gently flicked the spine of the greatsword.

Clang—!

The crisp sound of swords echoed throughout the hall.

"The sword thirsts for blood, especially dragon's blood. It's in its nature."

Luo Chen looked into Siegfried's eyes, his crimson-gold vertical pupils carrying a hint of oppression:

"Suppressing it is denying your past as a hero."

"What? Killing a dragon makes you feel like a sinner?"

Siegfried was stunned.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh:

"I... was just responding to other people's expectations. But in the end, I failed to protect anything."

"My back is my weakness, proof of my incompetence. A man like me is unworthy to stand before the 'King'."

"Boring self-pity."

Luo Chen snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to his seat:

"Listen up, Siegfried."

"In this group, only the weak need to apologize."

"If you really feel sorry, then use your sword to cut off the enemy's head, instead of here repenting to thin air."

Siegfried watched Luo Chen's retreating figure, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembling slightly.

In that instant, he seemed to see in this domineering man something he had longed for but never possessed—"self".

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate.

Boom!

A loud bang suddenly came from the outskirts of the town, followed by the sounding of alarm bells.

"Enemy attack!"

St. George reacted immediately, swapping his camera for the holy sword Ascalon:

"It's a swarm of wyverns! More than two hundred in number! And some Servants are reacting!"

"Has it finally arrived?"

Luo Chen's eyes sharpened, and his previous languor vanished instantly:

"It seems that the witch from Orleans can't wait any longer."

"All personnel, launch!"

……

Thiers, North Gate Square.

The darkness was illuminated by the flames spewed by the dragon.

This attack was even more ferocious than during the day. The dragons swarmed towards the town like locusts, and under their cover, a man dressed in the clothes of a medieval French executioner with a gloomy face slowly walked towards them.

The Black Assassin, Charles-Henri Sanson.

He was a famous French executioner, the man who personally sent Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette to the guillotine.

"Mary...Mary..."

Sanson's eyes were cloudy, showing the characteristics of being affected by [Berserk Mode], but he kept muttering that name:

"Sinners...must be executed...for the sake of France..."

"That voice..."

When Marie Antoinette arrived at the battlefield and heard this voice, her body trembled violently.

She looked at that familiar figure, her eyes filled not with fear, but with endless sorrow.

"Mr. Sanson... even you..."

"Oh? A gathering of acquaintances?"

Luo Chen stood on the rooftop, looking at the scene below, and raised an eyebrow.

This singularity is truly a reunion full of twisted humor.

Joan of Arc met Gilles, and now Marie Antoinette has met the executioner.

"Execution...begin."

Sanson raised his greatsword, his gaze fixed on the radiant girl in the crowd.

Whoosh!

His figure vanished from the spot, and the next second he appeared directly in front of Mary, the guillotine-like blade slashing down mercilessly.

"Mary!" Mozart cried out, but it was too late to help.

clang--!!!

A heavy impact rang out.

There was no blood splattering.

A greatsword gleaming with a deep blue light steadily blocked Sang Song's strike.

Siegfried.

He stood in front of Mary, leaving not a single scratch on the dragon blood armor.

Siegfried looked at the crazed Sanson in front of him, his voice steady:

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your reunion."

"But this woman is now our ally."

"So...this road is blocked."

"Get out of here!!"

Sanson roared, wildly swinging his greatsword, slashing at Siegfried like a storm.

Each strike was enough to cleave the rock, but against Siegfried, these attacks caused no damage whatsoever.

Siegfried did not retaliate; he merely defended passively.

He hesitated.

He was mindful of Marie's feelings and also questioned whether he should get involved in this French affair.

"Fool!"

A furious shout came from above.

Luo Chen stood on high ground, looking down at Siegfried fighting timidly, feeling a sense of disappointment and frustration:

"What are you doing, Siegfried!"

"That's the enemy! A mad dog trying to kill the person behind you!"

"Is your sword meant to be a shield? Cut it back!"

Siegfried was startled.

He glanced back.

Mary didn't show any fear; instead, she gave him an encouraging smile.

"Please, dragon slayer! Please... calm him down!"

"……learn."

Siegfried took a deep breath.

He turned his head, the confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by the sharpness of a great hero.

This was the first time he had wielded his sword not to "respond to expectations," but because he "wanted to protect."

"I'm sorry, executioner."

The Balmunk in Siegfried's hand suddenly shone with a blue light.

Since the Master said to cut back...

Then...

boom!

Siegfried stopped parrying and instead took a step forward, sweeping his greatsword horizontally.

Even a purely physical strike carries an overwhelming force.

Sangsong was sent flying by the sword and crashed into the ruins in the distance.

"That's more like it."

Luo Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He looked up at the night sky, where even more dragons were gathering.

"Melusein, Mordred."

Luo Chen gave the order:

"Clear the area."

"Tonight, we're going to give that Dragon Witch a 'return gift'."