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

Fuyuki City, the fairy leaves the palace.

As the golden portal disappeared into the living room, the afternoon, which had been filled only with the chirping of cicadas, instantly became bustling with activity.

The air still carried the dry, dusty smell characteristic of Rome, but it was quickly replaced by the delicate fragrance of lilies carefully arranged by Irisviel.

"Hmm! Is this the performer's palace in this era?"

Nero Claudius was the first to jump out.

She carried the somewhat tattered red dress, her large, emerald-green eyes scanning the luxurious hall like searchlights:

"Hmm! Although it's not as opulent as my Golden Theater, this cool-toned crystal style... has its own unique artistic feel! It's acceptable!"

Welcome home.

Joan of Arc emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a soup spoon.

Seeing this large group of people, especially the girl in red who was touching everything like a curious child, she smiled gently.

"Tch, another troublesome woman has been brought back."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter was sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing video games when she saw Nero; the moment she saw him, the ahoge (cowlick) on her head stood up alertly.

"Blonde hair? That face again? And that domineering aura... Hey! Luo Chen! Do you have some kind of collecting fetish?"

"This is Nero."

Luo Chen walked over, hugged Jeanne d'Arc from behind, and nuzzled her cheek:

"The Emperor of Rome. From now on, he's also a member of the family. You two should get along well, okay?"

"Who wants to associate with someone who looks so rich!" Jeanne Alter arrogantly tossed the controller aside.

"Oh dear? Is this lady with the unique hair color jealous of my beauty?"

Nero leaned closer, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Jeanne d'Arc Alter's face, which was identical to Jeanne d'Arc's.

"Gemini? No, it's the reverse? Hmm... this style, full of rebellion and darkness, is also a kind of ultimate art! I allow you to worship me!"

"Who idolizes you! Want to fight?!"

"Come on! I am the emperor who can't even lose a wrestling match!"

Seeing the witch and the emperor start fighting as soon as they met, Luo Chen shook his head helplessly.

Indeed, the only way to get these strong-willed heroic spirits to coexist peacefully is—

"Dinner is ready."

Tamamo Neko's voice rang out like heavenly music.

The Berserker chef, who was "captured" in Rome, is carrying a huge tray piled high with dishes that exude an enticing aroma.

"To celebrate our newest member! Today's special is—a Roman-style carrot burger patty! Woof!"

"Meat!!"

All the arguing stopped in that instant.

Mordred, Artoria, and even Nero and Jeanne Alter, who were just moments before at loggerheads, all teleported to the dining table in a second.

……

into the night.

After the commotion subsided, the fairy left the palace and returned to tranquility.

Morgan had already taken Artoria to the bathroom to "exchange feelings," while the others went back to their rooms.

Luo Chen pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

The room was dark, with only the moonlight from the window shining on the red figure.

Nero was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of Fuyuki City.

She had washed away the dust of the battlefield and changed into a slightly oversized white shirt—it was Luo Chen's shirt.

The hem of the shirt barely covered the top of her thighs, revealing a pair of straight, slender, and dazzlingly fair legs.

Her long, golden hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, water droplets dripping from the ends, soaking the fabric and outlining her alluring curves.

Why didn't you dry your hair?

Luo Chen walked over, took a dry towel, and gently placed it on her head.

"Player..."

Nero turned around, and his eyes, which were usually full of confidence and pride, now held a hint of unease and shyness.

"Am I... really here?"

"Not a dream? Not a phantom from the Throne of Heroes?"

"Of course not."

Luo Chen gently dried her hair, his movements as if he were handling a rare treasure.

"You can feel the temperature of the wind, smell the fragrance of flowers, and eat the delicious dishes made by Tamamo Neko."

"besides……"

Luo Chen's fingers slid down and pressed against her left breast:

"You can feel this."

Boom, boom, boom.

That's the heartbeat of a living person.

Nero's body trembled.

She raised her hand and placed it on the back of Luo Chen's hand, her eyes slightly reddening.

"Yes...it's still beating."

"It doesn't beat for Rome, it doesn't beat for the people, it only beats for the individual 'Nero'."

She turned abruptly and threw herself into Luo Chen's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face in his chest, and greedily inhaling his scent.

"Luo Chen... thank you."

"Thank you for bringing me into this world where 'endurance' and 'sacrifice' are unnecessary."

"fool."

Luo Chen chuckled, picked her up, and carried her to the large double bed:

"Since you're here, there's no need to thank me."

"As the emperor, you should have said, 'This is the tribute I deserve.'"

"Hmm... things were different back then!"

Nero was placed on a soft bed, her face as red as a ripe apple.

She looked at Luo Chen pressing down on her, her voice becoming soft and sticky:

"On the battlefield, I am the emperor... but in bed..."

She stretched out her arms and hooked them around Luo Chen's neck, her eyes hazy and dreamy.

"I am merely your rose."

"An ordinary girl who only wants to bloom for you..."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, Your Majesty."

Luo Chen lowered his head and kissed those delicate lips, as tender as flower petals.

"Um……"

Nero responded with a sweet, nasal sound, clumsily yet passionately.

The shirt buttons were undone, and her fair skin shone beautifully in the moonlight.

For this emperor, who had never truly experienced "love" in her lifetime, this was the first time she had given her body and soul to someone without reservation.

"Look at me, Nero."

"I've been watching all along... you idiot player."

Nero's eyes were filled with tears, yet he still stubbornly smiled:

"Isn't Yu beautiful at this moment?"

"Isn't it more fascinating to you than all the artworks in Rome combined?"

"certainly."

Luo Chen kissed her collarbone, leaving behind his marks:

"You are the most beautiful."

"It's my own... Golden Theater."

Night was falling.

The temperature in the room rose steadily.

That night, the proud Rose Emperor finally let down his guard, and in the wave called "love," they played the most magnificent movement that belonged only to the two of them.