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

The morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, playfully dancing on the deep blue bed.

After last night's "intensive mana replenishment," even Morgan, a Heroic Spirit, is showing signs of fatigue, which is quite rare.

This usually arrogant and haughty fairy queen was now curled up in Luo Chen's arms like a lazy Persian cat.

One of her long legs was pressed against Luo Chen without any regard for appearances, and her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down the black pillow like a waterfall. Her beautiful sleeping face had lost some of its coldness and gained a touch of innocent naivety.

Luo Chen woke up.

He was just about to move his arm, which had gone numb from being pressed down.

"...Don't move."

Morgan's indistinct murmurs came from her arms.

She closed her eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, and hugged him even tighter, rubbing her face against Luo Chen's chest.

"Just ten more minutes as a body pillow... That's the Queen's order."

Luo Chen chuckled to himself.

Who would have thought that the ruthless witch who wiped out eighty Hassans in one fell swoop last night is now lazing in bed?

He reached out and gently combed Morgan's slightly messy long hair, his fingertips tracing her smooth back.

"The sun's already high in the sky, Your Majesty. Didn't we agree to teach Sakura advanced magic today?"

"It's so noisy..."

Morgan slowly opened one eye, her icy blue pupils clearly conveying "I don't want to work."

"That kid is too incompetent; teaching her is exhausting. Besides..."

Morgan looked up at Luo Chen's face, which was so close to his own, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his lips:

"I'd rather 'eat' breakfast than teach apprentices."

Before Luo Chen could react, Her Majesty the Queen had already rolled over and given him a good morning kiss with a lazy, morning glow.

Long and meticulous.

Morgan released him with satisfaction only when both of them were slightly out of breath, and licked her lips:

"Hmm, the magic tastes good today. You can get up and prepare the meal, my king."

Luo Chen pinched her cheek helplessly: "Yes, ma'am, lazy cat."

……

After washing up, I went downstairs.

I originally thought I would see Artoria eating like crazy, but the result was a bit unexpected.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

Artoria was wearing that white cardigan, sitting in a chair, holding a fashion magazine that Irisviel had given her, but her expression was as serious as if she were studying a battle map.

Irisviel stood behind her, holding a comb, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Luo Chen walked over and asked.

"Ah, Luo Chen." Irisviel turned around and smiled helplessly. "Saber said she wanted to change her hairstyle because last night you said she... well, like a girl. But it seems like she only knows how to put her hair up in a battle bun."

Artoria's face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck, and the magazine in her hand was almost crumpled.

"I... I just feel that disguising oneself is necessary to integrate into modern society! It's not because I want to dress up or anything..."

A typical arrogant statement.

Luo Chen smiled, walked to Irisviel's side, and took the comb.

"I'll do it."

"Huh? Luo Chen, do you know how?" Irisviel was somewhat surprised.

"I'm used to petting lions."

Luo Chen stood behind Artoria and gently removed the iconic blue hairband from her head.

Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders like flowing gold.

Artoria froze, not daring to breathe.

The man's palm was warm and strong, and the touch of his fingers running through her hair made her scalp tingle and her heart pound like a deer.

This was the first time a man had touched her hair so gently.

"Saber, your hair is beautiful, even better than the finest silk."

As Luo Chen combed his hair, he looked at Artoria in the mirror.

With her hair down, she instantly shed her imposing, heroic air, revealing the gentle beauty that originally belonged to a young girl.

"Is...is that so..." Artoria looked at herself in the mirror, somewhat unable to recognize herself. "But like this...it will obstruct my vision during battle..."

"This is not a battlefield, this is home."

Luo Chen leaned down, placed his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her in the mirror:

"At home, you don't need to hold a sword all the time, nor do you need to be constantly vigilant about your surroundings. You can just be Artoria, an ordinary girl who likes to eat delicious food and wear pretty clothes."

"Should I just be myself...?"

Artoria murmured to herself.

Looking at the man standing behind her in the mirror, his eyes full of tenderness, she couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a fleeting, stunning smile.

"If you don't mind... could you tie my hair into a ponytail? That... would look cleaner."

"I'd be happy to help."

……

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was exceptionally harmonious.

Morgan, as usual, made a few sarcastic remarks, but quieted down after eating Luo Chen's special strawberry pancakes.

Irisviel watched this scene—

Luo Chen was wiping Sakura's mouth, Artoria was fighting with Morgan for the last pancake, and Luo Chen was carefully pouring her a glass of hot milk.

This is a warm, noisy, and vibrant life.

It was a scene she couldn't even dream of in that cold castle in Einzbern.

If... if Ilya could be here too...

Thinking of her daughter who was still in Germany, Irisviel's eyes suddenly dimmed.

After the Holy Grail War ends, regardless of victory or defeat, her fate as a vessel... and Illya's fate as the next vessel...

A warm, large hand suddenly covered the back of her hand.

Irisviel looked up and met Luo Chen's emerald green eyes, which seemed to see right through people.

"Don't look like you're saying goodbye, Irisviel."

"Luo Chen..."

I know what you're worried about.

Luo Chen gripped her hand tightly in return, and said in front of everyone (Morgan rolled his eyes but didn't stop her, and Artoria stopped eating):

"I will go to Germany after this war is over."

"I will bring Ilya here."

"Now that I've already adopted Sakura, what's one more daughter? If those decadent old fogies of the Einzbern family dare to stop me, I'll tear down their castle."

Irisviel's pupils contracted sharply, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

This is her deepest fear and her greatest desire.

This man... he didn't just save her life, he was going to redeem her entire soul as a mother.

"Really... is it possible?" Irisviel sobbed uncontrollably. "That would be going against the entire prestigious family of magic..."

"A prestigious family?"

Morgan sneered from the side and interjected with extreme arrogance:

"They're nothing but a bunch of third-rate alchemists. If Arthur wants to do it, I'll burn that forest to the ground for him. You just need to worry about how to serve us well from now on, Irisviel."

"That's right." Artoria put down her fork, her eyes resolute. "To protect Irisviel's happiness, my sword will not hesitate!"

Looking at these faces, each one fearless in its own way.

Irisviel finally couldn't hold back and covered her mouth, bursting into tears.

But those weren't tears of sorrow.

It is joy.

"Thank you... thank you all..."

Sunlight streamed into the restaurant.

At this moment, in this Holy Grail War composed of lies and slaughter, a truly indestructible "home" was born.

Luo Chen looked at the system panel and saw that everyone's favorability rating was at its maximum, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Next, it's time to send the oldest king on his way.