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

In the early morning in Fuyuki City, the cicadas still chirp tirelessly.

But for the Joan of Arc sisters, who had just experienced a "strenuous workout," the morning sunlight was a little too bright.

"Ugh... my back is so sore..."

Joan of Arc struggled to get out of bed, rubbing her aching back.

The black lace nightgown that caused the disaster last night was torn and hanging at the foot of the bed; she could only wrap herself in a thin blanket.

I sneaked into the bathroom like a thief.

Looking at the ambiguous red marks on her body in the mirror, the saintess's face turned so red it almost steamed.

"Too, too unrestrained... Not just Luo Chen, but the other me too..."

Thinking about how Jeanne d'Arc acted so wildly last night, almost like she was "competing for his favor," Jeanne d'Arc felt incredibly ashamed.

"From now on... I absolutely must never listen to Miss Morgan's advice and wear clothes like this again!"

……

And in the bedroom.

Jeanne Alter was sitting cross-legged on the bed, clutching the innocent-looking pillow in her hand, staring intently at Luo Chen who was getting dressed.

Her eyes were fierce, as if she wanted to devour someone, but her swollen red lips and the lingering allure in the corners of her eyes were utterly unconvincing.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy with clothes on before?"

Luo Chen buttoned up the last button of his shirt, smiled, and walked over, reaching out to ruffle her messy silver hair.

"Or do you want me to help you get dressed?"

"roll!"

Jeanne Alter slapped his hand away, though the force was so light it sounded like she was being affectionate:

"Who needs your help! And don't think that what happened last night is over! You..."

She wanted to find a word to curse him, but after racking her brains for a long time, she could only manage to come up with one sentence:

"...That damn dragon with excess stamina!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Luo Chen was in a great mood and leaned down to kiss her forehead:

"I'll wait for you downstairs. Today's breakfast is specially made by Irisviel; Mordred will steal it all if you're late."

Watching Luo Chen's departing figure, Jeanne d'Arc Black touched the still-warm spot on her forehead, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

"Tch...who cares about eating breakfast anyway."

Despite saying that, she quickly threw off the covers. The moment her feet touched the carpet, a sudden weakness in her legs almost made her collapse.

"Hiss—! That bastard... is he really a monster?!"

……

First floor living room.

As Jeanne Alter, holding onto the stair railing, slowly made her way down the stairs, the living room had become a scene of carnage... no, a playground.

"Left! Left! Oh, you're so clumsy!"

In front of the huge television screen, Mordred sat cross-legged on the carpet, frantically pressing the controller and shouting at the fighting game on the screen.

Beside her sat two little girls—Sakura and Illya.

The two were each holding a controller, and although they were not very skilled at operating them, they were extremely engrossed in the game.

"Take this! Ilya's Flying Kick!" Ilya shouted excitedly.

"Is that all you've got?" Mordred stared intently at the screen.

"What...is that?"

Jeanne Alter stared blankly at the glowing screen.

As a medieval village girl, she knew nothing about modern technology.

"Hey! Newbie!"

Mordred turned around and saw her, immediately had Ilya hand her the controller and waved enthusiastically:

"Awake? Though your walking style is a bit strange... cough cough, how about a round? This is the way modern knights duel!"

"duel?"

Jeanne Alter narrowed her eyes.

Any word containing the word "battle" can pique her interest.

She snorted, caught the controller, then dragged her aching body over and plopped down opposite Mordred.

"I don't know what kind of magic it is, but if it's a fight, I won't lose to you, you rebellious knight."

Five minutes later.

"KO!"

Large text on the screen flashed.

Mordred's character unleashed a rising dragon punch, sending Jeanne Alter's character flying into the air.

"Aaaaaah! Why?! I attacked first!"

Jeanne Alter was so angry she nearly crushed the controller, her golden eyes filled with disbelief:

"This thing is broken! Why can't I start a fire?!"

"That's a finishing move! You have to chain it up! Idiot!" Mordred sneered. "All you can do is basic attacks?"

"Who's the idiot?! Come on! I don't believe it!"

Jeanne Alter's competitive spirit was completely ignited.

Thus, the originally aloof dragon witch seamlessly integrated into this family, becoming a net-addicted girl who could only shout at the screen.

……

In the kitchen.

Compared to the lively atmosphere in the living room, the atmosphere here was somewhat... anxious.

"That...Joan of Arc?"

Irisviel, watching Joan of Arc frantically working at the stove, asked with some concern:

"Is the fire too high? That bread... it looks like it's smoking?"

"No, no problem!"

Joan of Arc, wearing an apron and with a speck of flour on her face, looked as serious as if she were commanding the Battle of Orleans.

"I read in a book that this is to lock in moisture! Just bake for another thirty seconds..."

boom!

A muffled screech came from the oven, and a plume of black smoke billowed out.

"Cough cough cough!"

Joan of Arc choked on the bread, tears streaming down her face. When she opened the oven, she found the bread inside had turned to charcoal.

"Ugh... Why did this happen..."

The saintess slumped her shoulders in defeat.

She clearly wanted to make Luo Chen a loving breakfast, but instead she created food that even Meiluxin wouldn't eat.

"Are you an idiot?"

Jeanne Alter, leaning against the kitchen doorway (having just lost to Mordred and come looking for water), let out a merciless laugh.

She walked in and glanced disdainfully at the pile of charred remains:

"You can't even control the heat properly, and you still want to be a virtuous wife and loving mother? Give me a break, you country bumpkin."

"You! Then you try!" Joan of Arc puffed out her cheeks defiantly. "That's very difficult!"

"Get out of the way."

Black Joan of Arc shoved Joan of Arc aside and rolled up her sleeves.

She stretched out her finger, and a wisp of black flame danced at her fingertip.

It was a cursed fire powerful enough to burn everything, but now, under Jeanne d'Arc Alter's extremely precise control, it had become a gentle flame that evenly enveloped the frying pan.

"Listen carefully, fire is not for brute force, it is for 'domination'."

As she spoke, Jeanne Alter skillfully cracked and scrambled the eggs.

Surprisingly, this witch, who is only good at destruction, has an amazing talent for cooking because of her absolute control over fire.

In just a few minutes, a golden-brown, fragrant fried egg was ready.

"Hmph, such a trivial matter."

Jeanne Alter pushed the plate towards her and turned her head away haughtily.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want that jerk to get an upset stomach and then cause me trouble again."

Joan of Arc looked at the perfect breakfast, then at her "sister" who looked awkward, and suddenly laughed.

"Thank you, Alter."

"Shut up! Eat your food!"

……

In the restaurant.

Luo Chen looked at the black and white breakfast on the plate—one was made by Jeanne d'Arc (it was burnt but still edible), and the other was made by Black Jeanne d'Arc (a perfect dish).

He picked up his fork and, under their watchful eyes, took a bite of the burnt bread Joan of Arc had made.

"Hmm... the taste is a bit complicated," Luo Chen commented.

Joan of Arc's eyes dimmed instantly.

"But," Luo Chen chewed, "there's honey in it, right? It has a very sweet aftertaste. I like it very much."

Joan of Arc's eyes lit up instantly.

Then, Luo Chen took another bite of the fried egg made by Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

"Perfect. Both the cooking time and the flavor are top-notch."

He looked at Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) and gave her a thumbs up:

"As expected of a witch, she even knows this kind of 'magic'?"

"Hmph, of course." Jeanne Alter raised her chin smugly; if she had a tail, it would probably be wagging high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed onto the dining table.

Looking at his family in the room, Luo Chen felt incredibly content.

Although there are still countless formidable enemies to face in the future.

But as long as there's breakfast, there's this noise.

He then became fearless.

"Alright, let's start the special training after we finish eating."

Luo Chen put down his fork and announced:

"Lia, your swordsmanship still needs improvement. Melsin, your flight path is too straight. And..."

He looked at the Joan of Arc sisters:

"You two have terrible teamwork. Today's main topic is—sister mixed doubles."

"Huh?! Who wants to cooperate with her?!" they protested in unison.

"Protest invalid."

Luo Chen stood up with a smile:

"The loser... will be in charge of warming the bed tonight."

"What kind of punishment is this?! This is clearly a reward... no! It's perverted!"

On this morning filled with the warmth of everyday life, the "peaceful" routine of Luo Chen's family continues as usual.