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

The commotion caused by the fairies leaving the palace usually subsides precisely when the clock strikes 10 p.m.

In the spacious restaurant on the first floor, Tamamo Cat hummed an unknown, cheerful tune, directing several small paper figures conjured by fairy magic to clear the mountain of empty plates on the table.

Meanwhile, in front of the sink, Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, dressed in black and white maid outfits, were washing the greasy dishes with their sleeves rolled up and sweating profusely.

"Phew... This is even more tiring than a whole day of magic training in the underworld."

Rias handed a clean white porcelain plate to Akeno beside her, and raised the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Her once-proud red hair was now casually piled up behind her head, with a few drops of dish soap foam on it. She looked nothing like the imposing figure of the next head of the Gremory family, but rather had a touch of everyday life.

"Ara ara, Minister... no, Rias, this is actually a rare kind of training."

Zhu Nai took the plate, skillfully wiped it clean with a dry towel, and neatly placed it in the cupboard.

Her face, which always wore a sadistic smile, now held an eerie calm.

"Did you notice just now? That Knight King known as Saber ate enough high-level magical beast meat to feed our entire family for a week. And that little girl named Tiamat drank the whole pot of soup. Their stomachs weren't filled with food at all, but pure magical crystals."

"I saw it."

Rias gave a wry smile.

"Faced with such an absolute disparity, we don't even have the right to feel jealousy or fear. As long as Lord Luo Chen is willing to let us stay here to wash dishes, instead of wiping us out like he crushed Sherpa, we should be grateful for the devil's luck."

She glanced in the direction of the second floor, a complex sense of awe flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, it's an open-air balcony on the second floor.

The night breeze, carrying a hint of summer heat, blew from the brightly lit streets of Komao Town, but as it approached the Fairy Palace, it was filtered by an invisible magic into a refreshing and pleasant breeze.

Luo Chen stood alone in front of the white jade railing.

He wasn't wearing that imposing black trench coat, but just a loose white shirt with the collar casually open, revealing his strong collarbones.

He raised his right hand, palm up, his crimson-gold vertical pupils reflecting the deep night sky.

"Since I promised to give her a star necklace, it's not my style to try and fool her with ordinary jewelry."

Luo Chen muttered to himself.

The Third Star Particle Body within his body began to operate at an extremely small, yet incredibly precise frequency.

This is not about destruction, but about "creation".

【Simulated Star Chart: The Truth of the Stars】Unfolds a miniature universe the size of a fist in the palm of your hand.

"Stripping, extraction, and solidification."

Following Luo Chen's command, the pure starlight emanating from the distant stars in the sky, drifting in the universe, seemed to be drawn by some irresistible force, crossing light-years and transforming into wisps of visible silver-blue light that converged in his palm.

Luo Chen used the reverse application of the [Third Magic - Soul Materialization] to forcibly compress and crystallize this pure "light" and "concept".

On his palm, the streams of light gradually solidified, eventually transforming into a rhombus-shaped crystal, no bigger than a thumb, yet seemingly containing the depth and brilliance of an entire galaxy.

The surrounding air was slightly distorted by the high-dimensional mass contained in the crystal, but Luo Chen perfectly contained this power within that small area, without leaking it out in the slightest.

Then, using the ethereal magic of the Great Source, he painstakingly wove an extremely delicate yet indestructible silver necklace, and inlaid the "Heart of the Stars" on it.

"It's done."

Luo Chen looked at the necklace in his hand, which emitted a soft glow, and nodded in satisfaction.

"If those old bones in the Clock Tower saw this absurd method of directly materializing starlight, they would probably die of jealousy on the spot."

A figure carrying a cool, refreshing fragrance had appeared behind Luo Chen without him noticing.

Morgan le Fay wore a dark black silk slip dress with a sheer shawl casually draped over it.

Her silver hair, as white as moonlight, was not styled up as it had been during the day, but instead flowed smoothly over her snow-white shoulders and back.

Her ruby-like eyes gazed at the necklace in Luo Chen's hand, a hint of undisguised amazement and joy flashing deep within them, but her words still maintained the haughtiness of a fairy queen.

Luo Chen turned around, looked at the hypocritical queen, and chuckled softly.

"What those useless people at the Clock Tower think is none of my business. I only care whether Her Majesty the Queen is satisfied with this 'tax'."

Luo Chen stepped forward, but instead of handing the necklace directly to her, he went around to Morgan's back.

"Lift your hair."

Luo Chen said in a low voice.

Morgan did not refuse. She slightly raised her long, snow-white neck, reached out and gathered her loose silver hair to one side, revealing her dazzlingly perfect back curve.

Luo Chen gently wrapped the star necklace around her neck. As he fastened the clasp, his fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her warm skin, causing a slight shiver to run through her.

The rhomboid crystal, formed from compressed pure starlight, hung quietly in the center of Morgan's deep collarbone.

The deep blue starlight complemented her fair skin, not at all overshadowing her, but rather highlighting her noble, aloof, and unapproachable queen-like aura to the extreme.

"It suits you perfectly."

Luo Chen wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, gently resting his chin on her shoulder, his crimson-gold eyes appearing exceptionally affectionate in the moonlight.

"I have carved a miniature Avalon concept barrier into this stone. No matter which world you go to in the future, even if the Age of Gods collapses and humanity is burned away, as long as it is still there, nothing can harm you in the slightest."

Morgan's body stiffened slightly.

She lowered her head and gently stroked the cool yet strangely warm star crystal with her fingers, which were covered in black lace gloves.

Having lived for countless years, as a calamity to Britain, she was accustomed to using schemes and magic to seize everything, and accustomed to being guarded against and feared.

Being so openly and domineeringly "protected" and having her most precious things presented to her without reservation—this feeling… even though she had experienced it many times before, still made her cold heart pound uncontrollably.

"...What a worrier he is."

Morgan turned around, her eyes slightly red, but she stubbornly bit her red lips and raised her hands to hug Luo Chen's neck.

All the coldness had faded from those red eyes, leaving only an intense, unyielding love and possessiveness.

"Now that I have accepted your tribute, as the ruler of Britain, I will naturally bestow upon you a corresponding reward."

She tiptoed slightly and took the initiative to kiss Luo Chen's lips.

This is a kiss without any magical clashes, a pure and tender embrace between lovers.

A cool night breeze caressed their hair, blending the faint starlight and moonlight into one.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Morgan leaned against Luo Chen's chest, calming his slightly panting breaths, but his eyes suddenly turned somewhat playful.

"I really like the necklace. However, tonight's 'reward' can only end here."

"Um?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, and the hand on her waist tightened slightly.

"This isn't like you, Morgan. You usually want to take over all my time."

"I really want to."

Morgan gently pushed Luo Chen away, a cold smile playing on his lips as he looked towards a room at the other end of the corridor.

"But if you don't keep your appointment with someone tonight, I'm afraid some insatiable barbarian might puncture the foundation of this mansion tomorrow. I just finished setting up the defensive barrier, and I don't want to have to redo it for such a trivial reason."

She straightened the collar of her robe, turned gracefully, and walked towards her room.

"Go on, Arthur. Don't keep that queen, who's been meticulously choosing her 'battle robe' in the mall, waiting. But..."

Morgan paused slightly, turned his head, and left behind a highly damaging statement.

"Tomorrow night, I will collect all the debts, including interest. Remember to save your energy."

Watching the door slowly close, Luo Chen rubbed his temples helplessly.

Sure enough, the most difficult thing to deal with in this house is not some demon pillar or alien life form, but the "tacit understanding" between these women whose intelligence and emotional intelligence are ridiculously high.

Luo Chen turned around and walked towards the room at the far end of the corridor.

In the stillness of the night, only the soft sound of his footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

As he passed Jeanne d'Arc Alter's room, a faint light shone through the crack in the door.

Faintly, one could hear suppressed sounds coming from inside, as if something was struggling against it.

Luo Chen stopped and, with a mischievous grin, focused his magic on his hearing.

"Damn it... what a piece of junk this outfit is... why can't I zip up the back! That country bumpkin Saber's chest is clearly smaller than mine, so why does it look so easy on her!"

Inside the room, Jeanne Alter was standing in front of the dressing mirror, wrestling desperately with a black and red tight-fitting lingerie set.

Her face was flushed, and she kept muttering to herself.

"That perverted dragon is probably at Scáthach's or Morgan's again tonight... Humph! I don't care! I'm just... I'm just trying on the size! Not wearing it to show him off!"

Listening to that extremely arrogant rambling, Luo Chen couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"What are you laughing at! I know you're out there!"

Jeanne Alter in the room instantly flew into a rage, and a black fireball slammed directly onto the door with a "bang." Although the barrier prevented the door from burning down, the fury of shame and indignation had already penetrated the door.

"Get out of here! Don't peek! You're not allowed in my room tonight! Not tomorrow either!"

"Okay, okay, I won't watch."

Luo Chen smiled and shook his head, not pushing the door.

To deal with a proud and aloof person, you can't push them too hard; you have to patiently wait and see.

"Get some rest. Tomorrow I'll take you to the arcade to break Xiao Mo's record."

"...You said it! If you dare go back on your word, I'll burn your motorcycle!"

A muffled response came from inside the door.

After calming down the haughty witch, Luo Chen finally arrived at the room at the end of the corridor.

This is a specially reinforced guest room.

The door was unlocked and ajar.

As Luo Chen pushed open the door, a rich and alluring scent, a blend of a fine perfume and the unique fragrance of a mature woman, instantly wafted towards him.

The main light in the room was turned off, leaving only a dark purple magic lamp on the bedside table.

Under the lamplight, on a large double bed, leaned a stunningly beautiful figure that could instantly evaporate any man's rationality.

Scáthach.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom had completely shed the purple casual clothes she wore in the mall during the day.

She kept her boastful words from the lingerie store.

At this moment, she was wearing an extremely daring, top-tier erotic outfit that could almost only be described as "a few straps and a few pieces of semi-transparent black lace".

The black lace clung tightly to her perfect, flawless body, forged through mythical trials, outlining her slender waist and full curves in a breathtaking way.

Her long, slender legs were encased in black suspender fishnet stockings, which, due to their tightness, left tiny, alluring marks.

She wasn't holding the magic gun; instead, she was holding a glass of red wine that was already half-empty.

Her long, purplish-red hair was casually scattered on the snow-white pillow, and her wine-red eyes swirled with a deadly allure and wildness in the dim light.

"You arrived later than I expected, Master."

Scáthach gently swirled the wine in her glass, the crimson liquid swirling on the glass. Her voice was hoarse and languid, carrying the composure of a queen who had long held a high position when surveying her prey.

"What's wrong? Are you lingering in Morgan's arms, or are you engrossed in listening to that little witch's haughty complaints at the door?"

Luo Chen closed the door behind him, and with a soft "click" as the lock clicked shut, he snapped his fingers, instantly creating an Absolute Silence Barrier that completely isolated the room from the outside world.

He didn't answer Scáthach's question. Instead, he strode over to the bedside and looked down at the alluring Queen of the Demon Realm.

Luo Chen's gaze lingered unabashedly as it traveled down her collarbone, sweeping over the breathtaking scenery. In his crimson-gold vertical pupils, the primal aggression of the dragon race was surging wildly.

"The quality of this garment doesn't seem as robust as you boasted during the day."

Luo Chen slowly unbuttoned his shirt, casually tossing the buttons onto the carpet, revealing his muscular upper body that exuded destructive power.

"If I exert even a little force, it might not even last a second before it breaks into pieces."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Scáthach was not afraid at all; instead, she let out a low, provocative laugh.

She casually tossed the wine glass aside, spilling the wine onto the white sheets like a blooming crimson rose.

She suddenly sat up straight, her arms wrapping around Luo Chen's neck like snakes, pressing her hot, delicate body tightly against him, her nose almost touching his.

"Then let me see just how strong you really are."

"Yesterday in the canyon, you said this old bone of mine needed to be 'taught a lesson.' As a warrior, I hate it when people talk big."

Scáthach bit Luo Chen's lower lip, her tongue probing aggressively, her voice muffled yet full of fighting spirit.

"Tonight, do not treat me as your servant, nor as a woman."

"Treat me as your enemy."

"Use your proud crimson dragon body to utterly crush me."

"If I don't tell you to stop... you're not allowed to stop."

This is no longer provocation; it's a blatant declaration of war.

"As you wish."

Luo Chen's rationality was completely thrown to the winds at this moment.

Facing this queen who has honed both martial arts and charm to the extreme, any unnecessary words would be disrespectful to her.

He grabbed Scáthach's head with one hand and kissed her fiercely in an almost brutal manner.

With his other hand, he grasped the thin layer of black lace.

"Sizzle—!"

With a crisp sound of fabric being torn apart by brute force, the valuable "battle robe" completed its brief but glorious mission in less than three seconds, turning into countless pieces of fabric flying everywhere.

"Hmm!"

Scáthach let out a muffled cry of pain, but then, an even more frenzied excitement erupted in her wine-red eyes.

She didn't back down; instead, she wrapped her long, strong legs tightly around Luo Chen's waist, pulling him down onto the soft bed.

This "close combat," a battle fought without gunpowder but more intense and primal than any mythical war, began in the night of Fuyuki City.

The temperature inside the room rose sharply as the immense magical power of the god-level servant intertwined and collided with the terrifying three-digit blood energy of the Little Garden.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

When the sunlight once again filled the courtyard where the fairies had left the palace.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Rias and Akeno, both sporting dark circles under their eyes, were mechanically washing dishes.

Despite the top-level soundproofing on the second floor, the terrifying physical fluctuations that occasionally seeped down from upstairs last night, causing the entire mansion to tremble slightly, still kept the two demon princesses awake all night.

"minister……"

Zhu Nai leaned weakly against the sink, her eyes glazed over.

"Is that Lord Luo Chen... really human?"

"That intensity of magical fluctuation lasted for an entire night... Even Father (Bai Qiu) could never have produced something like that..."

"Stop talking, Zhu Nai."

Rias interrupted her, blushing, and covered her burning cheeks with her hands, but those embarrassing images kept popping into her mind.

"We cannot presume to know what is going on with that person."

"What we need to do now is to get breakfast ready as quickly as possible..."

"Dad! Have you eaten yet?"

With a flurry of footsteps, Mordred came running down the stairs full of energy.

She wore a refreshing sports vest today and looked incredibly energetic.

"Only Sister Saber and Lord Morgan came down this morning."

Sister Elsa carried a plate of freshly baked bread out of the kitchen, tilting her head in slight confusion.

"Lord Luo Chen and Lady Scáthach... seem to be still in bed."

Upon hearing this, Artoria (Saber), who was sitting at the dining table drinking porridge, paused slightly.

Her signature ahoge (cowlick) drooped limply as she chewed on her spoon and muttered something under her breath.

"That purple-haired battle maniac... he's so cunning. We clearly agreed that we'd take turns..."

Morgan, on the other hand, gracefully sliced ​​open a fried egg, a hint of helpless sneer flashing in her ruby-like eyes.

"Don't wait any longer."

"Given that woman's competitiveness, and Arthur's tireless nature, if either of them can get out of bed today, I'll eat this magic book."

As Morgan predicted, things turned out exactly as he had expected.

Inside the guest rooms on the third floor at this time.

That sturdy solid wood bed had already had half of its frame destroyed in last night's "violent collision".

The scattered pieces of cloth and bedding on the ground testify to the ferocity of the battle.

Scáthach, the so-called queen of the Land of Shadows who is said to have unlimited stamina and never knows what fatigue is, is currently lying on Luo Chen's chest without any regard for appearances.

She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. Her fair skin was covered with very conspicuous red marks. Her breathing was weak and rapid. Her eyes, which were always full of fighting spirit, were now tightly closed, and there were even a few tear stains left at the corners of her eyes.

She lost.

We lost completely.

In this contest that abandoned all magic and Noble Phantasms and was purely a test of physical limits, the endless stamina brought by the [Crimson Dragon Body] combined with the [Third Star Particle Body] was simply an unreasonable cheat code.

In the latter half of the night, she couldn't even beg for mercy anymore, and could only let the man push her to unknown peaks again and again.

Luo Chen looked at his master, who was lying on top of him and had completely fallen into a deep sleep. He reached out and tucked her sweat-dampened purple hair behind her ear, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"It seems you've learned this lesson very well, my queen."