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

Orléans Castle, Central Martial Arts Ground.

The afternoon sun lazily shone on the broken stone bricks.

Although the core crisis of the singularity has been resolved, the Chaldea group did not leave immediately.

Dr. Roman stated that more data needs to be collected and that they are awaiting recalibration of the spirit transfer system.

"Huff... huff..."

In the empty training ground, the sound of a girl's slightly heavy breathing could be heard.

Mash Kyrielight, holding the enormous cross shield, was practicing swinging and parrying at the air again and again.

Sweat dripped down her short purple hair, streaking across her youthful yet resolute face, finally disappearing into her overly tight black combat suit.

"Not enough...not enough..."

Mashu bit her lip, a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Along the way, she has encountered too many powerful people.

Siegfried cleaved Fafnir in two with a single sword strike, Melusin crushed a wyvern with a casual flick of her wrist, and Mr. Luo Chen, who could command the submission of dragons simply by standing there.

In comparison, I, as a pseudo-Servant, am far too weak.

"If we encounter an enemy of that caliber again... can I really protect my senior?"

Mashu was filled with confusion.

"Your posture is too stiff."

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"ah!"

Mashu was so frightened she almost dropped her shield.

She turned around and saw Luo Chen wearing a loose white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, holding a bottle of ice water, leaning against a stone pillar, watching her with great interest.

"Mr. Luo... Mr. Luo Chen?!"

Mashu quickly stood up straight and gave a somewhat awkward bow:

"I'm so sorry! Did I disturb your rest? I... I'll find another place right away..."

"Need not."

Luo Chen straightened up and strode over.

As he drew nearer, Mash instinctively felt a warm aura—the high body temperature of a red dragon, and also male hormones.

Mashu's face flushed instantly, and her eyes began to dart around, unsure of where to look.

After all, Luo Chen's clothes were very casual at the moment, with his collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone and the faint outline of his chest muscles.

"A shield is for protection, not for swinging around like a dumbbell."

Luo Chen walked up to Mashu, ignoring the girl's shyness, and gently placed his hand on the huge shield.

"Your mind is filled with distracting thoughts."

"Are you afraid, Mashu?"

"I……"

Mashu lowered her head, her purple eyes dimming, as if her secret had been exposed.

"I...feel very useless."

"Even though I'm a shield bearer, I struggled to even stand firm against an enemy like Fafnir. If it weren't for Mr. Luo Chen and the others being there, I might have..."

"fool."

Luo Chen chuckled softly, curled his fingers, and gently flicked Mashu's smooth forehead.

"Ugh!" Mashu covered her forehead, looking at him with teary eyes.

"You've only recently acquired this power; it's impossible to become an expert overnight."

Luo Chen walked around behind Mashu, naturally taking her arms in his hands and helping her adjust her shield-holding posture:

"Moreover, you have great potential. A noble soul sleeps within this shield, and as long as your heart is strong enough, it can withstand anything."

"Come on, straighten your back."

Luo Chen's voice was right next to her ear, and his warm breath sprayed onto Mashu's sensitive neck.

His chest was almost pressed against Mashu's back.

This posture, which felt like an embrace from behind, instantly overloaded Mashu's brain, making her completely stiff.

"Mr. Luo Chen... he's too... too close..."

Mashu's voice trembled, and her face was as red as a ripe apple.

"concentrate."

"As a Demi-Servant, your physical abilities are actually quite good. But this outfit..."

Luo Chen looked down, his gaze sweeping over Mashu's visually striking combat suit—the exposed waist and thighs, and the chest that was tightly wrapped but accentuated her curves even more.

"While it's visually appealing, isn't the defense a bit too 'revealing'?"

Luo Chen said with a hint of teasing:

"The designers at Chaldea seem to have great taste."

"Waaaah... Please stop talking!"

Mashu was so embarrassed she was practically smoking.

Of course she knew her clothes were... well, you know.

Normally, it's one thing for her seniors to be the only ones looking at her in Chaldea, but now, being so bluntly commented on by a "king" like Luo Chen, who exudes masculine charm, and even having physical contact with him, makes her feel like she's melting.

"Okay, no more joking around."

Luo Chen knew when to stop.

He released one hand, and a soft, crimson-gold light gathered in his palm, which he gently pressed against Mash's back.

"Don't move."

Luo Chen's voice became a few degrees serious:

"Your magic flow is somewhat sluggish. It's probably a hidden injury from forcibly resisting enemy attacks in the previous battle."

"Bear with it, it might get a little hot."

"Huh? It's hot?"

Before Mashu could react, a surge of scalding heat instantly flowed into her body through Luo Chen's palm.

That was the magic of the Crimson Dragon.

Domineering, fiery, yet full of vitality.

"Mmm..."

Mashu couldn't help but let out a sweet, muffled groan.

She immediately covered her mouth, looking around in terror, afraid that someone would hear her.

This feeling is so strange.

Every cell in the body was forcibly opened and flushed out.

Although it was somewhat painful, it was mostly a tingling, pleasurable sensation.

"Mr. Luo Chen... This is strange... Something has come in..."

Mashu's legs went weak, and she fell backward uncontrollably, landing right in Luo Chen's arms.

"That's my magic, helping you improve your constitution and repair hidden injuries."

Luo Chen wrapped one arm around her soft waist, while continuing to channel magic with the other, his eyes gazing with a hint of amusement at the beautiful girl in his arms.

"Your body... is surprisingly sensitive, Mash."

"Ugh...no, I can't take it anymore..."

Mashu's eyes were starting to glaze over, and her short purple hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her cheeks.

Where is that serious shield bearer now?

It's practically a ripe, overripe eggplant ready to be picked by anyone.

Just as the atmosphere was gradually heading in some indescribable direction—

"Snap!"

A crisp shutter sound came from the bushes nearby.

Luo Chen and Mashu turned their heads at the same time.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was holding the camera St. George had given her, and excitedly gave it a thumbs up.

"Nice! Mashu! That expression is amazing! I'll keep it safe!"

Beside her, Mordred was chewing on a blade of grass and whistling:

"Hey, Dad. 'Guiding' a newbie here in broad daylight? You've got great stamina."

"S-Senpai!!"

Mashu let out a mournful cry, instantly sprang up from Luo Chen's arms, grabbed her shield to cover her face, and charged into the depths of the castle without looking back.

"I...I need to calm down!!!"

Watching Mashu's retreating figure, Luo Chen shrugged helplessly.

"What an easy child to tease."

He turned around and looked at Ritsuka and Mordred, who were watching the show, a dangerous smile creeping onto his lips.

"Ritsuka, the photos are great."

"However... as hush money, shouldn't you hand over the negatives?"

"Hehehe... Um, Mr. Luo Chen, I suddenly remembered the doctor needs to see me! Goodbye!"

Ritsuka took off running.

"Tsk, they run pretty fast."

Luo Chen shook his head, but his mood was surprisingly good.

Although the work to resolve the singularity is not yet completely finished, this brief respite from the daily routine is indeed a source of joy and relaxation.

Luo Chen stretched and walked towards the restaurant.

It's lunchtime.

I wonder how much Joan of Arc and Jeanne Alter will argue today over who sits next to him?

What an exciting battleground!