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

Orleans Castle, late at night.

With Gilles's disappearance and Jeanne d'Arc Alter's "defection," the black flame barrier that had enveloped the city finally dissipated completely.

The long-lost starlight shone on the dilapidated tower, bringing a touch of tranquility and comfort to this city that had just experienced a catastrophe.

At this moment, in the best-preserved suite on the top floor of the castle.

"This is... taking a bath?"

Jeanne Alter stood by the huge bathtub, looking somewhat helplessly at the steaming water in front of her.

This place was originally the French royal bathhouse. Although it was blackened by fire, it was transformed into a luxurious white jade hot spring in just a few minutes by Queen Morgan's miraculous "battlefield creation".

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, my other self."

Joan of Arc had removed her heavy armor and shroud, revealing a beautiful, fair-skinned young woman's body.

She tentatively dipped her toes into the water, then let out a comfortable sigh:

"Phew... the water temperature is just right. Luo Chen said this was specially prepared to celebrate your 'rebirth'."

"Shut up! Who wants to celebrate?"

Jeanne Alter blushed and instinctively hugged her chest.

Although he knew the concept of bathing when he was a Heroic Spirit, now that he has a real body, his sensitivity to temperature, humidity and the gaze of others has increased exponentially.

especially……

She glanced at Morgan, who was soaking in the pool at the other end, sipping red wine with a contented look on his face, and at Melousin, who was lying on the edge of the pool playing with a rubber duck.

This is practically a scene of carnage... no, it's a public execution!

"What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Morgan lazily raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Jeanne Alter's voluptuous figure, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Where did that witch who was just on the throne shouting that she would burn the world down go? Now she looks like a little quail that's been caught in the rain."

"Who's the quail?!"

Jeanne Alter instantly bristled.

Her proud competitive spirit makes her absolutely unwilling to bow down in front of her "love rival".

With a determined look, she quickly ripped off the black dress that seemed somewhat cumbersome at the moment, revealing a body almost identical to Joan of Arc's, but made even more alluring by her pale complexion.

"Fine, I'll wash it! Who's afraid of who!"

Jeanne Alter angrily stepped into the water, splashing a large spray, and deliberately sat in the corner furthest from Morgan but closest to Jeanne.

Immediately afterwards, the warm water gently soothed her fatigue and anger.

so comfortable...

Is this what it feels like to be alive?

"that……"

Joan of Arc approached, holding a towel in her hand, her eyes showing a mixture of evasiveness and anticipation:

"Would you like me to scrub your back?"

"ha?!"

Jeanne Alter jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, creating a wave of water:

"Stay away from me! Don't think I won't burn you just because you're the real thing! And don't look at me with that disgusting gaze!"

"But... Luo Chen said that sisters should rub each other's backs..." Joan of Arc said, sounding a little aggrieved.

"Who's your sister?! I'm an Avenger! I'm a witch! I'm... Waaah!"

Before Jeanne Alter could finish speaking, her foot suddenly slipped (this was a spell secretly cast by Morgan).

She lost her balance and fell directly into Joan of Arc's arms.

"ah!"

Two almost identical bodies were pressed tightly together in the water.

Joan of Arc instinctively hugged Black Joan of Arc.

"I've caught you..." Joan of Arc said softly, her face flushed.

"Let go! You perverted saintess!"

Jeanne Alter struggled desperately, but for some reason, she couldn't muster any strength.

Just then.

The bathhouse gate was pushed open.

Luo Chen, wearing only a bath towel, strode in.

The Crimson Dragon's strong muscles were faintly visible in the mist, and its crimson-gold vertical pupils held an undisguised aggressiveness.

"Wow, it's quite lively here."

Luo Chen walked to the edge of the pool and looked at the two Joan of Arcs entangled together. His eyes lit up instantly:

"Is this what they call 'double the happiness'? Looks like tonight's trip to France was well worth the price."

"Luo...Luo Chen?!"

Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc exclaimed in unison, and then, as if by unspoken agreement, they dived into the water at the same time, leaving only their two heads and four eyes above the surface, gurgling and blowing bubbles.

"What are you hiding from?"

Luo Chen smiled as he entered the water.

He swam straight to the two Joan of Arcs, stretched out his arms, and domineeringly pulled them into his embrace, one on each side.

"ah!"

"Bastard! Don't touch me!"

Although Jeanne d'Arc Alter was cursing, when Luo Chen's palm touched her pale shoulder, she felt the dragon genes within her cheering.

That is the instinctive submission and attachment of the lower-ranking dragons to the dragon king.

My body... went limp completely against my will.

"Are you getting used to this body?"

Luo Chen leaned close to Black Jeanne's ear and gently bit her ear.

"Waaah..."

Jeanne Alter felt a tingling sensation all over her body and almost melted into the water on the spot.

She gripped Luo Chen's arm tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Pervert... pervert... this happened... too fast..."

"Is it fast?"

Luo Chen's fingers slid down her back, feeling the real touch:

"But I can't wait any longer."

"My witch, since you've accepted my demise, you'd better be prepared to be 'devoured' by me."

"Stop, stop talking..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter buried her head in the water in embarrassment, her whole body turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

On the other side, Joan of Arc, though somewhat accustomed to the scene, still felt incredibly shy watching it.

"Luo Chen... there are other people here..." she whispered a reminder.

"Others?"

Luo Chen glanced at the person opposite him.

Morgan was holding a wine glass, looking on with amusement, and even raised his glass to him to indicate "continue."

Melusin is playing a diving game.

As for Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka in the corner, they had already fainted by the pool due to brain overload caused by the overly stimulating scene.

"It's okay, they can't see."

Luo Chen chuckled mischievously, then suddenly used force to lift both Jeanne d'Arcs at the same time and place them on his lap.

Skin to skin.

This is an extremely dangerous yet seductive pose.

On the left is the pure and holy Joan of Arc, and on the right is the proud and aloof Black Joan of Arc.

The same face, but completely different temperament, and twice the softness of the touch.

Listen carefully.

Luo Chen looked at them, his voice low and hoarse:

"No one is allowed to run away tonight."

"Especially you, Joan of Arc Alter. Didn't you say you hated me? Then use your body to 'take revenge' on me."

"……Fool."

Jeanne Alter raised her head, her golden eyes brimming with tears, and a crack finally appeared in her haughty mask:

"Since you've put it that way... then I'll... go along with you a little."

"But! Don't hurt me! And... don't just focus on that white guy!"

"Me too!" Joan of Arc retorted, hugging Luo Chen's neck tightly. "I want some too!"

Luo Chen laughed heartily and planted a kiss on each of their lips.

The rippling water in the bath concealed the springtime scene within the room.

……

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the bedroom, Jeanne d'Arc Alter groggily awoke.

She felt sore all over and didn't have the strength to move a single finger.

Is this... the price of being defiled?

Or is that man simply a tireless monster?

She turned her head.

Luo Chen was sleeping in the middle, his breathing steady.

On Luo Chen's other side, that annoying "older sister" Jeanne was clinging to him, fast asleep, with a trace of happy drool even hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Tch... So stupid."

Jeanne Alter muttered a curse under her breath, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up in a smile.

She carefully moved her body, snuggled closer to Luo Chen's arms, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes again.

My heart is beating.

There was a warm body temperature around me.

No longer a lone avenger, nor a false phantom.

"Is this...home?"

Jeanne Alter asked herself this question softly.

No one answered.

But the sense of peace that welled up from the bottom of her heart had already given her the best answer.

"Fine... since I can't escape, I might as well stay here for the rest of my life."

"Anyway... I have nowhere else to go."

The witch closed her eyes and, for the first time, had a beautiful dream without flames, filled only with warmth, on this sunny and loving morning.