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

60 AD, Rome, somewhere along the Appian Way.

As Caesar's enormous body dissipated into golden spiritual particles, the skirmish finally came to an end.

Before disappearing, the shrewd dictator even left behind the words, "Oh dear, I've lost money this time. Next time I'll definitely find a richer Master," and then left with a regretful expression.

The sun sank completely below the horizon, and night fell.

To take care of Nero, who had just experienced an emotional upheaval (personally sending off his uncle) and whose magic was greatly depleted, Luo Chen decided to set up camp on the spot.

A campfire was lit in the open space, dispelling the chill of the night.

"S-senpai... um, could you please stop staring at me like that?"

By the campfire, Mash Kyrielight sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, poking at the fire with a twig in her hand, her short purple hair obscuring half of her slightly flushed face.

Beside her, Fujimaru Ritsuka rested her chin on her hand, looking at her adorable junior with a doting auntie smile:

"Because Mashu looked so cool fighting just now! The way she swatted the Roman soldier away with her shield was like something out of a manga—a Valkyrie!"

"Ugh... that was to protect my senior..."

Mashu's voice grew softer and softer until it turned into a whimper like that of a small animal.

Although he has already experienced the baptism of France, this child is still adorably thin-skinned.

"But speaking of which, the food here, Mr. Luo Chen, is just too good!"

Ritsuka sniffed and turned her gaze to the man who was busy at work.

Not only are there top-of-the-line tents, but also portable magic stoves and ingredients that look very high-end.

In comparison, the compressed biscuits provided by Chaldea were practically like bricks for grinding teeth.

"Hmm...the player."

Just then, Nero lay on the soft cushions that Luo Chen had laid out, completely devoid of any imperial bearing, her red dress skirt unfurling like flower petals.

She held a glass of grape juice in her hand, but her eyes remained fixed on Luo Chen.

I'm hungry.

"I want to eat meat! I want the kind of grilled meat that sizzles and juics when you bite into it, the kind that's so wild and flavorful!"

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Luo Chen smiled helplessly and took out the wyvern meat he had hunted in France from his personal space.

"It's already baking. Just be patient."

"Hmph, I'll forgive your slowness since you're so skilled."

Nero gave a satisfied hum, then, as if remembering something, patted the area of ​​his thigh covered in white stockings that was considered his absolute territory:

"As a reward, before the meat is cooked... I'll allow you to rest your head on my knees for a while!"

"This is Rome's highest honor!"

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Mordred, who was wiping his sword, trembled and almost threw it into the fire.

The bread that Artoria was eating fell to the ground.

Morgan's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, his red eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Knee pillow?"

Morgan gave a cold laugh; it was the calm before the storm.

"In this house, only I can give Arthur a lap pillow. You, this short emperor who's only 1.5 meters tall, with legs shorter than my forearm, aren't you afraid Arthur will get a stiff neck?"

"What?! Who are you calling short-legged?!"

Nero bristled and puffed out his chest.

"That's called the golden ratio! You gloomy witch who doesn't know how to appreciate it!"

"And...and as long as there's love, height is absolutely no problem!"

Seeing the impending carnage about to erupt, Mashu instinctively raised her shield in front of Ritsuka and whispered:

"S-Senior, should we take refuge? The magic concentration over there seems to be rising rapidly..."

"It's alright, Mashu! This is an adult war!" Ritsuka, on the contrary, watched with great interest and even wanted to take out the camera that St. George had given her to take pictures.

"Shhh."

Luo Chen raised a finger to stop the impending carnage, then looked at the bushes surrounding the camp:

Something's coming.

"Enemy attack?!"

Mashu reacted extremely quickly, instantly entering battle mode, protecting Ritsuka behind her, and slammed her massive cross shield heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Please step back, senior! Servant reaction detected... Class is... Berserker?!"

rustling...

The bushes shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, a voice full of wildness, yet also strangely cute, rang out:

"Woof! It smells so good! It's meat! It smells like meat, woof!"

"Woof?" Ritsuka was stunned, peeking out from behind Mashu. "A dog? Is Berserker a dog?"

The next second, a pink blur darted out of the bushes.

She was a strange girl dressed as a maid, with fox ears and a huge, fluffy tail, but her hands and feet were like giant cat paws.

Berserker, Tamamo Cat.

"Meat! Meat! Meat! For meat! The cat is going to turn this place into a kitchen!"

Tamamo Cat's eyes gleamed, drooling, and ignoring the fully armed Mash, it leaped over the shield's defensive line and pounced straight at Luo Chen... the barbecue grill in his hand.

"So fast!" Mashu exclaimed in surprise, "Senpai, she's broken through the defenses!"

"What kind of creature is that?!"

The moment Nero saw Tamamo Cat, alarms went off in his DNA:

"Foxes?! Why would Rome have such ominous creatures! And they look like they have very low intelligence!"

"Shut up! That red emperor!"

Tamamo-neko performed a nimble somersault in the air, landing in a menacing pose, though it looked more like she was being cute:

"Since you've found out, there's nothing I can do! I'll bite you! Woof!"

"How dare you provoke me?!"

The Primal Flame in Nero's hand appeared instantly:

"Whether you're a fox or a cat, anyone who interrupts Yu and the musician's date will become a kebab!"

"Come on! Take this! Blood Temple - Cat Version!"

Tamamo Neko revealed its enormous claws.

It looks like a "cat and dog war" is about to break out.

"sit down."

Luo Chen's calm voice rang out.

Accompanying this was the precise release of the Red Dragon's power.

pat.

Just as Tamamo-no-Mae was about to pounce, her body froze in mid-air, and then she fell to the ground with a thud.

She raised her head, her beastly eyes looking at Luo Chen, and her originally ferocious gaze instantly became clear.

"This aura..."

Tamamo-neko twitched its nose and sniffed Luo Chen's scent:

"So powerful! So hot! So high-class!"

"It tastes like top-quality ingredients... no, it tastes like the taste of a top-quality zookeeper!"

She rolled over and got up, retracting her claws, and obediently knelt in front of Luo Chen, her tail wagging like a propeller:

"Since you have such a powerful master, then I'll reluctantly accept being your cat!"

"Give me meat! In exchange, the cat can cook for you! And it can warm your bed!"

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

They subdued them way too quickly!

Ritsuka tugged at Mash's sleeve: "Mash, Berserker... is that an easy-going class?"

Mashu looked bewildered: "According to Chaldea's records... it shouldn't be. But this is probably Mr. Luo Chen's unique skill..."

"Cook?"

Luo Chen looked at the chef who had come to his door, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

This cat's culinary skills are said to have been praised by even a certain Red Archer.

"Granted."

Luo Chen cut off a large piece of roasted dragon meat and tossed it to Tamamo Cat:

"Eat up. When you're done, report to the kitchen."

"From now on, you will be the head chef of the Round Table Expeditionary Force."

"Woof! Long live your master!"

Tamamo Cat caught the meat in one bite and rolled around happily.

……

With Tamamo-neko joining them, the dinner became exceptionally lavish. Although this cat has a peculiar way of thinking, its culinary skills are undeniably top-notch.

"Delicious! This carrot is cut so cutely!"

Ritsuka held a bowl of stew, eating with a happy expression.

Mashu sipped her soup slowly, her previously tense nerves finally relaxing.

"It's really...delicious. I feel my strength and magic power recovering rapidly."

After the meal.

Everyone returned to their tents to rest.

Luo Chen sat alone by the dying campfire, gazing at the starry sky and contemplating his next route.

If I remember correctly, the next place we're going to is—the capital of the United Empire.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet, player?"

A fragrant breeze wafted over.

Nero, wearing a red shawl, quietly approached and sat down beside him.

At this moment, she shed the armor and bravado of the day, appearing exceptionally gentle.

"Thinking about strategy?" Nero asked.

No, I'm thinking of you.

Luo Chen turned his head, looked at her, and said a love confession quite naturally.

"Hmm!"

Nero blushed slightly, then playfully punched him:

"You smooth talker! But... I'll allow you to think what you want about me."

She moved closer to Luo Chen, and then, without any warning, rested her head on Luo Chen's shoulder.

"Hey, Luo Chen."

Nero's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the night breeze:

"Thank you for today."

"Whether it's curing my headache or helping me send my uncle off."

"I have always believed that being an emperor is destined to be lonely. One must always maintain perfection and bear all the love and hate alone."

She reached out and intertwined her fingers with Luo Chen's:

"But now... I feel that if I were with you..."

"Even if not as an emperor, just as a girl named 'Nero'... I'm very happy."

Luo Chen's heart stirred slightly.

He grasped her soft little hand in return, turned his head, and kissed her temple.

"Then let's be happy forever."

"Whether you are an emperor or a young girl, I will be by your side."

"Until the very end of this land."

Nero raised his head, his emerald eyes sparkling with captivating light.

She looked at Luo Chen's lips, a hint of shyness mixed with the initiative characteristic of an emperor:

"The atmosphere is so nice right now..."

"Shouldn't we do something... even more outrageous than a lap pillow?"

Luo Chen smiled.

He picked Nero up and strode toward the largest tent, which was protected by a soundproof barrier.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Tonight, I will show you what a real 'Roman Night' is."

……

In the shadows of the camp, several pairs of eyes were silently watching this scene.

"Tsk, here we go again."

Mordred lay prone in the grass, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and spat out a look of displeasure:

"Is Dad here to fight a war or on his honeymoon? What's so great about that Red Emperor? He's so short."

"That woman in red is so cunning! I was here first!"

Melsin floated in the air, puffing out her cheeks, sparks flying from the friction of her arm armor. If she weren't afraid of waking her Master, she would have already unleashed her Noble Phantasm.

"Very good, tomorrow we'll throw that emperor to the front lines as bait."

Morgan's expression was one of gritted teeth.

"Snoring... The meat is so delicious... Woof?"

Tamamo Cat has fallen asleep while hugging a large bone.

Meanwhile, under the shade of the trees on the other side.

Artoria was leaning quietly against the tree trunk, holding a piece of clean white silk cloth in her hand, carefully wiping the holy sword that had not yet materialized.

The moonlight shone on her face, which was almost too calm.

"Miss Saber...aren't you angry?"

Mashu walked over with some concern and asked in a low voice.

After all, that face looks too much like Nero's, so there's a strange sense of transgression about it.

"angry?"

Artoria paused for a moment.

She raised her head, her emerald green eyes looking at the main tent, whose lights had been extinguished but from which faint sounds could still be heard.

There was no anger or jealousy that Mashu had expected. Instead, there was a composure befitting the "official wife," and a deeply hidden, possessiveness that belonged to a lion.

"No, Mashu."

Artoria sheathed her sword, a chilling smile playing on her lips:

"As a king, one must know when to share some of one's favor."

"after all……"

She gently stroked the scabbard of the Avalon sword at her waist, her tone full of meaning:

"Let her be smug for a while tonight."

"By tomorrow... I'll make sure he won't even have the strength to get out of bed."

Mashu: "...!!"

Is this...is this the adult world? It's terrifying! Senpai, I want to go back to Chaldea!