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

The wilderness outside Tulipas.

Moonlight spilled onto the withered, yellow grass.

Luo Chen and his group were making their way at the castle of the Thousand World Tree family at a leisurely pace.

Although this is only a four-person team, its composition is enough to make any Master despair:

Two King Arthurs, one Fairy Queen, and the strongest single dragon (Fairy Knight).

"Master, there's a reaction ahead."

Melusin, who was flying in mid-air, suddenly stopped. The mechanical dragon wings behind her vibrated slightly and emitted a crisp alarm sound.

"A Spirit Origin reaction. Class... Ruler?"

"Looks like she's here to cause trouble. Should I shoot her down?"

Melusin's arm had transformed into a sharp blade, and a dangerous glint flashed in her clear eyes.

In her eyes, apart from the Master and His Majesty (Morgan), all others who stand in her way are obstacles that can be eliminated.

"Don't rush, Melusin."

Luo Chen raised his hand to stop his irritable little dragon girl, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"That's the referee in this war. Although... he's probably a referee who can't control us."

The voice just fell.

A sacred light shone ahead.

A young girl emerges from the shadows.

She had a head of gorgeous blonde hair, which was braided into a long plait.

He was dressed in purple robes, covered by silver armor, and held a rolled-up holy banner in his hand.

Ruler, Jeanne Darc (Joan of Arc).

The absolute supervisor of this Holy Grail War.

At this moment, Joan of Arc looked at the group of "uninvited guests" with a serious, even somewhat nervous expression.

As a Ruler, she has the privilege of knowing the location of all Servants.

Just now, she sensed an immense, suffocating magical power suddenly descending.

That wasn't just an ordinary summoning of a heroic spirit; it was practically like a god descending to earth!

"Please stop, unknown heroic spirits."

Joan of Arc slammed her flag to the ground, attempting to maintain the authority of the judge:

"I am Ruler, the adjudicator of this Holy Grail War. I do not sense your presence on the list of the Holy Grail System."

"Who...who are you? And why are you getting involved in this Holy Grail War?"

However, before Luo Chen could answer...

Morgan, standing next to Luo Chen, sneered first.

She took off her sunglasses, looked Joan of Arc up and down with the kind of look one would give a "funny toy," then turned to look at Artoria on the other side:

"Hey, you idiot sister."

"How come this adjudicator looks exactly like you?"

"Apart from that idiot who only knows how to wave flags, and..."

Morgan's gaze swept rudely over Joan of Arc and Artoria's chests, finally settling on Joan's noticeably fuller curves, and he said mockingly:

"Apart from the excess fat, they're practically cut from the same mold."

"Morgan!!"

Artoria instantly bristled, clutching her chest, her ahoge standing on end:

"Don't discuss body image on the battlefield! Besides, she's a French saint, and I'm the King of Britain; we're not related by blood!"

"Huh? Does she look like... like Miss Saber?"

Joan of Arc blushed at the sudden "body humiliation," and the serious atmosphere instantly broke down.

She looked at Artoria, somewhat at a loss:

"Yes, they do look somewhat similar... No! This isn't the time to talk about that!"

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, straightened her face again, and activated Ruler's privileged skill—[True Name Perception].

She wanted to find out who these rule-breakers were.

However, when her gaze fell on Luo Chen.

hum!

A surge of red dragon power rebounded violently, nearly shattering her detection vision.

In that instant, she seemed to see an ancient red dragon coiled in the sea of ​​stars, staring at her with its majestic vertical pupils.

"This... this level of spirit origin..."

Joan of Arc staggered back two steps, her eyes filled with horror.

"Arthur Pendragon...and Morgan le Fay...and even the Fairy Knight..."

"Are you... planning to tear this world apart?!"

"Don't be so nervous, Miss Saint."

Luo Chen smiled and stepped forward.

He exudes a "leadership aura" that makes people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.

He walked up to Joan of Arc, so close that she could smell his pleasant and masculine scent.

"We are not here to destroy, but to 'correct'."

"This Holy Grail War has gone awry; you need power to set things right, don't you?"

"I don't need the power of the rule-breakers..." Joan of Arc instinctively wanted to back away.

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

Luo Chen suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered a name:

"Gildes de Rais"

Joan of Arc's body suddenly stiffened.

Those were her comrades-in-arms during her lifetime, and they remain a source of eternal pain in her heart.

"I met him in a world not long ago."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and gentle, as if he were telling a distant story:

"He's gone mad. In order to resurrect you, he's fallen into becoming a monster who harms children."

"He cried out your name, blaspheming God's teachings."

Joan of Arc's eyes instantly reddened, and her hand holding the flag trembled: "Gilth... how could he..."

"So I killed him."

Luo Chen looked directly into Joan of Arc's eyes, his tone calm yet undeniable:

"Saber and I used the Holy Sword to give him his final release."

"He was smiling as he vanished in the light. He said he saw the light, he saw true salvation."

"I think this can be considered cleaning house for you, preventing you from seeing his degenerate side, right?"

This was a game-winning shot.

For Joan of Arc, Gilles's fall from grace was her greatest regret.

The man before them not only witnessed that tragedy but also personally redeemed Giles.

A strange sense of gratitude and warmth instantly spread through the saintess's heart.

"Thanks……"

Joan of Arc lowered her head, her voice choked with emotion, "Thank you... for freeing him."

[Ding! The affection level for the target 'Jeanne d'Arc (Ruler)' has been increased.]

[Current state: Grateful/Curious/My weakness has been exposed.]

"You are welcome."

Luo Chen reached out and naturally tidied Joan of Arc's slightly messy bangs:

"Since I've done you such a big favor, Miss Ruler, shouldn't you be a little more accommodating?"

"We, the White faction, may be unregistered, but we have come for the Holy Grail."

"Why don't you... come with us?"

"Huh? Let's act together?" Joan of Arc was stunned, looking up at Luo Chen. "But I'm the referee, I have to remain neutral..."

"neutral?"

Morgan, standing nearby, sneered, walked over, grabbed Luo Chen's arm, and exuded a queenly aura towards Joan of Arc:

"Little saintess, open your eyes and take a look."

"The Red Team has taken control of the Mage's Association, while the Black Team holds the Aeon Grail."

"You're just a lone commander, what are you going to use to manage things? Are you going to use your flag to bang on their heads?"

"Instead of being eliminated as a nuisance by both sides, why not join us?"

Luo Chen extended his hand to Joan of Arc, offering a devilish invitation:

Come, Joan of Arc.

"Since Giles has also entrusted you to 'Light,' then it is my responsibility to watch over you."

"On this battlefield, the safest neutral zone is right next to me."

Joan of Arc looked at the hand that was being reached out to her.

Reason told her she should refuse.

But looking into Luo Chen's seemingly all-encompassing eyes, and thinking of the redemption Giles received...

She reached out her hand as if possessed.

"Since...since you say that..."

"As a Ruler, close monitoring... is also a form of oversight!"

Joan of Arc blushed and found a perfect way to save face.

"Welcome to the team."

Luo Chen grasped the small hand wearing an iron glove.

"Tsk."

Melsin circled in the air in dissatisfaction, "Another one... Master's defense range is just too wide."

"Hmph, as long as she can recognize her own place."

Morgan glanced haughtily at Joan of Arc. "In this team, I am the queen, Saber is the vanguard, and you are the pet. As for this saint..."

Morgan thought for a moment:

"Just consider him a mascot or a military chaplain."

"I'm not a mascot!" Joan of Arc protested.

"Alright, everyone's here."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the majestic Mirenia fortress in the distance.

"Let's go. Let's give those magicians from the Black Faction a big surprise."

That night.

The White Faction has been officially established.

Master: Luo Chen.

Servants: Morgan, Saber, Meloshen.

And unofficial staff: Joan of Arc.