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

60 AD, Rome, Allied Army camp.

The Mediterranean mornings always have a damp, salty smell.

Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the tents, turning into golden dust that danced in the air.

For Nero Claudius, it was a miraculous morning.

The severe headache that usually accompanies me when I wake up has miraculously disappeared today.

Instead, I felt an unprecedented sense of refreshment, and...

My whole body felt sore and weak, like it was falling apart.

"Well……"

Nero groaned sleepily and instinctively tried to turn over, only to find himself clinging to a warm object like a koala.

A pleasant, masculine scent lingered around my nose.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

What came into view was Luo Chen's sleeping face, so close to hers.

Memories of last night flooded back—the domineering transfer of magical power, the shameful embrace, and that deep kiss that made her lose her mind…

Nero was extremely embarrassed and wanted to get up immediately to maintain the emperor's dignity.

But at that moment, the strong hand around her waist tightened, pulling her back into his embrace.

"Sleep for another five minutes."

Luo Chen didn't open his eyes, but his voice was hoarse from just waking up, and he naturally rubbed his chin against Nero's head:

"You stayed up so late last night, is Your Majesty planning to skip out on your promise and run away?"

"Who, who's going to renege on their debt!"

Nero stammered in rebuttal, but her body honestly went limp, and she nestled back against Luo Chen's chest.

"Player..."

As she listened to the powerful heartbeat of the red dragon, her voice softened:

"My head... really doesn't hurt anymore."

"This is the most restful sleep I've had since I ascended the throne."

"That's good."

Luo Chen opened his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed Nero's lips:

"Since you are my contractor, it is my duty to spare you from the torment of illness."

"and……"

He looked at the disheveled emperor in his arms, whose clothes revealed large expanses of snow-white skin, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"If I don't take care of my body, how will I be able to withstand even higher levels of 'mana replenishment' in the future?"

"Idiot, you idiot!"

Nero playfully punched him in embarrassment, but her eyes were full of sweet smiles:

"Since you've put it that way... then I'll grant you special permission to continue being my 'painkiller'! This is the Emperor's decree!"

……

Twenty minutes later.

When Luo Chen led Nero, who had tidied her appearance (though her face was still red), out of the tent, it was already quite lively outside.

A temporary long table was set up in the center of the camp.

Morgan sat in the main seat, holding a cup of black tea. Her elegant posture made it seem as if this was not a battlefield covered in yellow sand, but the palace of the fairy kingdom.

Across from her, Artoria was seriously dealing with a plate of roasted lamb leg in front of her.

"Oh, you've finally decided to give it up?"

Morgan raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Nero's plump, dewy face, and gave a cold snort:

"It seems the 'treatment' last night was quite effective. He's still floating when he walks, Your Majesty."

"Of course!"

Nero, showing no sign of weakness, raised her chin and deliberately tightened her grip on Luo Chen's arm, like a proud peacock:

"My musician is a renowned physician with divine skills! This kind of treatment is something some cold-faced women never get!"

"Oh?"

Morgan's teacup made a crisp sound, and the surrounding air temperature instantly dropped by five degrees.

"Alright, alright, let's eat first."

Luo Chen skillfully interrupted the impending chaotic scene and pulled Nero to sit down at the table.

He cut Nero a piece of bread, refilled Morgan's tea, and pushed a plate of freshly grilled sausages in front of Artoria.

This skillful handling of water-handling is so smooth and natural; it's clear that he has mastered it.

"Thanks."

Artoria took the sausage and glanced at Nero sitting opposite her.

Two blonde girls with the same face are staring at each other across the table.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Nero watched Artoria eat—quickly and with an astonishing appetite.

Artoria also watched Nero—although his movements were elegant, the speed at which he stuffed meat into his mouth was by no means slow.

"Hey, the blue one."

Nero suddenly spoke, pointing to a piece of meat with bone in Artoria's plate:

"That looks delicious. I order you to give me half."

"reject."

Artoria protected the plate, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head stood up:

"This is the reward for your labor. If you want food, go hunt for it yourself."

"Moreover, for an emperor to rob knights of their rations is tyranny."

"Huh? This is called taxation! All land under heaven belongs to the emperor!"

"This is a picnic area, not Rome's jurisdiction!"

The two Sabers started a childish argument over the last piece of meat with bone.

Mordred, standing to the side, stared in disbelief and nudged Mash beside him:

"Hey, Shield Girl. I have this feeling... aside from the difference in bust size, these two are practically identical inside?"

"They're all foodies!"

Mashu laughed awkwardly, "Haha... I guess that's a common trait among Saber-class servants..."

……

Just as this tense breakfast was about to end, Dr. Roman's reminder reappeared on the table.

Good morning, everyone! I really didn't want to interrupt your family dinner, but things have changed!

Dr. Roman's expression was somewhat serious:

"A large-scale magical reaction has been detected moving this way. It's the combined forces of the Roman Empire."

"Moreover... the one leading the reaction was two Servants."

"Has it finally arrived?"

Luo Chen wiped his mouth and looked at Nero:

"Your Majesty, it seems your 'uncles' or 'seniors' are eager to greet you."

"Hmph, whichever undead spirit dares to challenge my authority, then be prepared to return to dust once more!"

Nero stood up, her red skirt billowing, and the [Primordial Flame] in her hand blazed fiercely.

At this moment, she was no longer that spoiled young girl, but a true emperor ruling the world.

"Based on the magic waveform..."

Dr. Roman looked at the data:

"One is Saber with the 'Incitement' skill, most likely Julius Caesar."

"The other one is Caligula, a Berserker with extremely high Berserk attributes who seems to have a deep connection with His Majesty Nero!"

"Caligula... Uncle?"

Nero's body trembled slightly, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

Those were her relatives who once loved her deeply, but ultimately went mad.

"Don't be afraid."

A large hand landed on her shoulder.

Luo Chen stood behind her, like her strongest support:

"Whether they're crazy or fat, if they're blocking the way, just chop them down."

"In this singularity, you don't need to bear the heavy burden of the past alone."

Luo Chen looked around at everyone.

Morgan had already stood up, his magic gun in hand.

Artoria swallowed the last bite of meat, her eyes hardening.

Melusin hovered in the air, her dragon wings spread.

Mordred, carrying his sword, excitedly warmed up.

"All personnel, prepare."

Luo Chen gave the order, and the crimson dragon's oppressive aura swept across the entire area:

Objective: To unite with the Roman vanguard.

"Let them see what the 'Round Table Cavalry' from another world really looks like!"

"learn!!"

The sound of horns echoed over the Appian Way.

The roses of Rome and the red dragons of Britain are about to sing the first triumphant song of conquest on this ancient land.