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

In the afternoon in Fuyuki City, sunlight streamed through the magically transformed stained-glass dome of the Fairy Palace, casting dappled shadows across the ground.

Compared to the enchanting atmosphere filled with the fragrance of roses last night, the second-floor terrace is now permeated with a solemn and elegant ambiance.

Morgan Le Fey was sitting in his personal high-backed chair.

Instead of wearing that intimidating black magician's outfit, she changed into a dark blue casual velvet dress, her long silver hair casually draped over the back of the chair.

But Her Majesty the Queen did not seem to be in a good mood.

"Repair costs, barrier reinforcement costs, and a list of ingredients to purchase..."

Morgan held a long parchment in his hand, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his fingertips tapped impatiently on the armrest:

"It's bad enough that we have a bunch of gluttons at home who only know how to eat. Now we have a noisy red peacock and a fox that only knows how to laugh stupidly."

"Arthur, are you planning to turn this place into a zoo?"

"How could that be?"

A warm hand gently rested on her shoulder.

Luo Chen, carrying a pot of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea, walked up behind her with a smile.

He put down the tea set, naturally took the bill from Morgan's hand, and casually placed it aside.

"They are animals, and you are their caretaker... no, you are the mistress of this house."

Luo Chen's fingers ran through Morgan's silky silver hair, skillfully massaging her taut scalp:

"Without you in charge, this house would probably have been torn down by Mordred and Melusin long ago."

"Thank you for your hard work, Morgan."

"snort."

Morgan let out a soft hum, and his previously tense body visibly relaxed under Luo Chen's fingertips.

She tilted her head back, resting it against Luo Chen's abdomen. Her sapphire-like eyes were half-closed, like a noble Persian cat enjoying its owner's caresses.

"It's good that you know."

Morgan's voice was languid, carrying a unique blend of arrogance and coquettishness:

"Did you have fun last night? That little guy in red... he had quite a loud voice, it almost couldn't block out my soundproofing."

This is a life-or-death question.

But Luo Chen's answer was perfectly tactful.

"That's to fulfill the contract."

Luo Chen lowered his head, his gaze meeting hers as she looked up at him, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"But no matter how far I go, no matter how many contractors I have."

"When I'm tired, I'll only come back here, back to your side."

"Because only with you am I 'Arthur,' not some savior or red dragon."

Morgan's eyelashes trembled.

She reached out and grabbed Luo Chen's hand, which was combing her hair, pulled it to her lips, and gently bit his fingertip.

It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy, with a possessiveness that comes with being a witch.

"A smooth-talking man."

Morgan released his grip, but a breathtaking smile played on his lips:

"Help me comb my hair. I didn't even use any hair care products last night while waiting for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

Luo Chen picked up the silver comb from the table.

The afternoon sun was tranquil and warm.

Luo Chen gently combed through the silver hair, his movements exceptionally tender.

Morgan closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility that belonged only to the two of them.

This is a tacit understanding that goes deeper than passion.

No words are needed, nor is intense physical contact required.

Just by standing or sitting like this, we can feel the connection between our souls.

She is the ruthless queen who rules the fairy kingdom, and a witch who never shows any kindness to outsiders.

But at this moment, she was simply a wife enjoying her husband's service.

"Arthur".

Morgan suddenly spoke, his voice very soft.

"Um?"

Sometimes I wonder... is all of this just my imagination?

Morgan opened his eyes and looked at the dust floating in the air:

"In the pan-human history, I am a complete failure. I was consumed by hatred, betrayed by my loved ones, and finally died like a madman."

"But now... I have a body, a home, and you."

"This is too perfect, as perfect as a dream that could end at any moment."

The comb stopped at the ends of her hair.

Luo Chen put down the comb, wrapped his arms around Morgan's neck from behind, and pulled her into his embrace.

"This is not a dream."

The Crimson Dragon Furnace Core within Luo Chen's body throbbed slightly, transmitting that incredibly realistic body temperature to her:

"If it's a dream, then I'll turn it into reality."

"I am the Third Mage, I am the Red Dragon."

"As long as I'm still here, your 'reality' will never break."

Morgan felt the warmth behind her, an anchor that gave her immense peace of mind.

She turned around, knelt on the chair, and cupped Luo Chen's face in her hands.

Those icy blue eyes reflected Luo Chen's image, so focused that the whole world seemed to consist of only this one person.

"Listen up, Arthur Pendragon."

Morgan's tone became incredibly solemn, carrying both the authority of a queen's decree and the tender affection of a young woman:

"You are my king, and my only 'throne'."

"I won't allow you to die, I won't allow you to disappear, and I won't allow you to leave me."

"We will walk together to the end of time, even if the world is destroyed, even if the history of humankind comes to an end..."

"You and I will be together forever."

Luo Chen looked at her, his eyes deep:

"Ah, I swear."

"In Arthur's name, and in her husband's name."

Morgan smiled.

That smile made even the sunlight outside the window pale in comparison.

She leaned forward and kissed Luo Chen's lips.

Unlike Nero's passion, unlike Joan of Arc's shyness.

Morgan's kiss carried a sweet, gentle quality, a flavor that had been refined over the long years, a flavor called "companionship."

Lip points.

Morgan leaned against Luo Chen's chest, tracing circles with her fingers:

"Since the atmosphere has reached this point..."

"That red emperor tormented you for so long last night, do you... still have the strength to pay your 'parcels'?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, picked Morgan up from the chair, and carried her to the bedroom connected to the terrace.

"Questioning the Red Dragon's physical strength is a serious crime."

"and……"

"I always keep the highest-grade tributes ready for Her Majesty the Queen."

"Hmph, then I'll reluctantly... take a look."

The door closed.

It blocked out the noise from Mordred and Nero fighting over the game controller downstairs.

In this small space, the "afternoon tea time" belonging to the Queen and the King has just begun.