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

When they returned to the Matou residence... no, it should now be called the "Fairy's Departure Palace," it was already late at night.

Morgan remained silent throughout the journey.

She simply clung tightly to Luo Chen's arm, so tightly it was almost digging into his flesh.

Although her stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, the surrounding air temperature had dropped to freezing point.

I just entered the lobby.

Sakura, dressed in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes, was about to greet Morgan with a "Brother" when she was so frightened by the terrifyingly low pressure emanating from him that she shrank back.

"Sakura, go back to your room."

Morgan's voice was eerily calm: "Practice those magic tricks you're not yet familiar with a few more times. You're not allowed to sleep until you've finished them."

"Yes, yes! Sister Morgan!"

With an extremely strong survival instinct, Sakura, like a frightened little rabbit, instantly slipped back to her room and thoughtfully locked the door.

Only Luo Chen and Morgan remained in the hall.

"Um, Morgan..."

Luo Chen was about to speak to ease the tension.

Bang!

A tremendous force suddenly struck.

Luo Chen felt his vision shift, and before he knew it, he had been pushed onto the sofa covered in thick velvet.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, delicate body carrying a cool fragrance pressed down on him, pinning him down firmly.

Morgan straddled Luo Chen's waist, looking down at him from above.

Those once cold eyes were now burning with a black flame called "jealousy".

"Please explain, Your Majesty."

Morgan extended her finger, its tip adorned with sharp, magical nails, and gently traced it across Luo Chen's Adam's apple, sending a tingling, stinging sensation through him.

"You were having a good time chatting in Artoria's ear, who seemed like an innocent little girl?"

"You seem to have forgotten who the 'wife' you summoned is, and who you should be focusing your attention on."

Looking at the queen on the verge of going berserk, Luo Chen not only didn't panic, but smiled helplessly.

He reached out, took Morgan's hand that was gesturing across his neck, and gently kissed it.

Are you jealous?

"Huh? I'd be jealous of that clueless little girl?"

Morgan chuckled as if she'd heard a joke, but a slight blush crept onto her cheeks. "I'm just protecting my claim to the Queen of Britain. You're mine, and I won't allow you to have affairs, especially with that 'person I hate most' from pan-human history."

She is the shadow of the past, while you are the reality of the present.

Luo Chen looked directly into Morgan's eyes, his gaze utterly sincere:

"Inviting her is not only to form an alliance, but also to let you see clearly that you, who have won people's hearts, are much more vibrant and beautiful than that 'saint' who only sacrifices for the country."

"Smooth-talking..."

The murderous intent in Morgan's eyes dissipated somewhat, but his obsessive possessiveness grew even stronger.

She leaned down, her red lips almost touching Luo Chen's, her breath sweet as orchids:

"Save that clever excuse for fooling little girls."

"Since you still have the energy to flirt with others, it means... I haven't put enough pressure on you."

"Be prepared, Arthur."

Morgan suddenly lowered his head and kissed Luo Chen on the lips!

At the same time, the raging magical circuits were instantly connected.

"Ugh..." Luo Chen groaned.

This isn't replenishing mana, it's practically sucking out your marrow and bones!

Morgan was frantically draining the magic from his body, using this brutal method to deeply entangle their spiritual origins, as if to brand his soul with the mark of "Morgan Leffe's exclusive".

[Ding! Servant 'Morgan' detected engaging in high-intensity mana plunder.]

The synergy between the two sides has increased significantly.

[Because the 'King Arthur' template possesses the 'Red Dragon' physique (excessive energy), the host was not drained; instead, a 'magic flow' was triggered.]

That night, in the master bedroom of the fairy palace, magic surged.

That was Her Majesty's "punishment," and also a unique "way of communication" for this twisted royal couple.

……

Noon the next day.

As sunlight streamed into the restaurant, Luo Chen, wearing an apron, was busy in the open kitchen.

Although Morgan kept him up until midnight last night, he was still full of energy thanks to his 25% integration level of physical fitness.

Morgan, on the other hand, was sitting lazily at the dining table, holding a cup of black tea, with several obvious hickeys on his neck.

She seemed to be in a good mood; her usually furrowed brows relaxed, and she exuded a languid beauty that came from being well-fed and satisfied.

"Brother, it smells so good..."

Sakura lay on the table, drooling as she stared at the baking tray that Luo Chen had just brought out.

It was freshly baked English-style roasted lamb chops, and a plate of golden-brown, richly creamy mashed potatoes.

Although it's British cuisine, Luo Chen modified it with Eastern spices, making the aroma so strong it could waft across two streets.

"It's not time to eat yet, Sakura."

Luo Chen smiled and stuffed a freshly cut piece of apple into Ying's mouth. "There are still guests who haven't arrived yet."

"Guests?" Sakura blinked her big eyes, somewhat puzzled.

The voice just fell.

"Ding-dong—"

Doorbell rang.

Morgan's languid expression vanished instantly, replaced by the haughty queen mask.

"Hmph, they really dare to come, that fool who doesn't know his own mortality."

She put down her teacup, showing no intention of opening the door. Instead, she crossed her legs, adopting an air of "I am the mistress of the house, and I am waiting for my servants to come to me."

Luo Chen shook his head helplessly, took off his apron, and went to open the door.

The door opened.

Standing outside the door were Irisviel, who seemed a little awkward, and Artoria, who was dressed in modern casual clothes (white shirt and blue skirt) and looked both serious and expectant.

Saber was clearly dressed up today. Although she still looked aloof and unapproachable, her emerald green eyes kept glancing into the house—or more precisely, towards the kitchen.

Welcome!

Luo Chen flashed his signature warm smile and stepped aside, "Just in time, the lamb chops are fresh out of the oven."

Upon hearing the words "lamb chops," Artoria's throat visibly bobbed, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head instantly stood up.

"Ahem... Excuse me."

Artoria, striving to maintain her royal dignity, said solemnly, "I've come to confirm the information you mentioned last night regarding Caster, and by the way... by the way..."

"Let's eat while we're at it." Irisviel covered her mouth and chuckled, completing the sentence that her servant couldn't say.

"Irisviel!" Artoria blushed.

The two went inside.

The air seemed to freeze as soon as I entered the restaurant.

Morgan sat in the main seat and gave Artoria a cold glance as she walked in.

"Since you're here, find a corner to sit down. Don't expect me to get up and welcome you, little sister."

When Artoria saw Morgan, especially the ambiguous red mark on Morgan's neck and her self-important attitude as the mistress of the house, she felt inexplicably choked up.

That feeling is like watching your favorite sword being used by someone else to cut vegetables – it's incredibly frustrating.

"Morgan..."

Artoria took a deep breath, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Luo Chen, her eyes sharp: "I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here at the invitation of another 'Arthur'."

"Alright, alright, no talking about war while eating."

Luo Chen walked over with the last bowl of thick soup, just in time to break the tense atmosphere.

He placed the fattest piece of lamb chop on Morgan's plate (survival instinct), and then placed a mountain of mashed potatoes in front of Artoria (trap).

"Give it a try," Luo Chen said, looking at Artoria. "If it's not to your liking, I'll redo it."

Artoria looked at the steaming mashed potatoes in front of her.

That familiar, warm fragrance, which seemed to transport her back to the banquet hall of Camelot Castle, instantly broke down her defenses.

She picked up the spoon and carefully put a spoonful into her mouth.

It melts at the entrance.

The smooth texture is combined with the aroma of butter and a perfect touch of black pepper.

This is more than just food; it's... homesickness.

Artoria's eyes suddenly lit up.

The way she looked at Luo Chen completely changed.

If the curiosity before stemmed from the "shared soul," then now it is complete acceptance!

Even Gawain from the Knights of the Round Table couldn't make this taste!

"tasty!"

Artoria simply couldn't stop, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster eating, completely abandoning her royal demeanor.

Seeing this, Morgan curled his lip in disgust, but did not stop it.

She cut the lamb chops on the plate and said in a voice only Luo Chen could hear:

"Using this method to manipulate your past 'self'... Arthur, your perverse sense of humor is getting worse and worse."

"but……"

Morgan forked a piece of meat and held it to Luo Chen's lips, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes:

"Considering how clumsy her eating manners were, I'll generously forgive you this time. Ah—"

Luo Chen obediently opened his mouth and ate it.

Despite the undercurrents that were brewing, the meal was surprisingly harmonious.

Until, Luo Chen wiped his mouth and got to the point:

"Alright, we've finished eating. Saber, Irisviel."

"Now, let's talk about tonight's 'hunt'."

"That Caster Giles who kidnaps children and desecrates life must die tonight."

At that moment, Artoria was happily sipping her black tea. Upon hearing this, she immediately put down her cup, her expression instantly turning serious and filled with murderous intent.

"Of course! I will never tolerate such heretical and wicked practices that violate the code of chivalry!"

(The Lion King, now fully fed, has reached 120% fighting power!)

[Ding! Hidden storyline unlocked: Slaying the cultists.]

[Mission Reward: Template fusion level increased to 30% (Unlocks Noble Phantasm True Name Release).]