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

The golden portal between time and space slowly closed at the entrance hall of the fairy palace, which was covered with a thick Persian carpet, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

One second ago, Luo Chen and the others were still in the Netherworld alternate dimension filled with oppressive magic and the smell of blood, trampling and grinding those high and mighty pure-blooded demons under their feet.

But at that very moment, what greeted you was an extremely rich, sweet aroma of vanilla and baked butter that made you want to take a deep breath.

"Welcome back, my dear husband! Woof!"

With a fleeting pink afterimage, Tamamo Cat, wearing her signature apron, steadily held a multi-tiered dessert stand that was half a meter tall, and glided to a stop in front of everyone.

Her fox ears twitched triumphantly, and her tail swayed behind her like a propeller.

"The cat has perfectly timed the fluctuations in spacetime! Afternoon tea is ready! Today's specials are a 'Strawberry Parfait to Soothe a Heart Full of Slaughter' and 'Three-Layer Macarons, a Secret Recipe from the Fairy Kingdom'! Please enjoy!"

"Well done, Xiaoyu."

Luo Chen casually tossed his coat to the puppet beside him and changed into soft slippers.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils, which had originally exuded a certain coldness and disdain in the underworld, had now softened completely, regaining the languid air of a "head of the family."

"Sweetness!"

Artoria's (Saber's) eyes instantly shone with an astonishing light.

Without uttering a single extra word, her dignified knightly gait instantly transformed into a dash of the "Shrinking Earth" level, becoming a blue-white afterimage as she sat gracefully in her designated spot at the long dining table.

"Tamamo Neko, please give me three of those 'parfaits' ice creams. I just unleashed a Wind King's Hammer in another dimension, and my sugar reserves have fallen below the safety threshold."

The Knight King solemnly found a perfect tactical reason for his appetite.

"Tch, all he cares about is eating."

Alter, leaning half her body out from the second-floor railing, curled her lip in disdain.

She wore a dark black slip dress for loungewear today, and her short, silver-white hair looked a little messy.

Seeing Luo Chen walking in the lobby on the first floor, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her golden vertical pupils. She lightly leaped down from the second floor and landed steadily in front of Luo Chen, blocking his way with her hands on her hips.

"Hey, you biased bastard!"

Jeanne Alter glared at him angrily, like a puffed-up kitten whose toy had been stolen.

"You only took Morgan and Scáthach with you to cause trouble in the Underworld?! You left me at home alone to watch those two brats (referring to Sakura and Illya) do their homework?! Do you even know how disgusting those elementary school math problems are?!"

"Me too! I want to go and empty those demons' vaults too!"

Ishtar suddenly appeared from some corner, holding a gleaming pure gold goblet in her hand, her face filled with heartache.

"I've heard the nobles of the Underworld are rolling in money! Luo Chen, how could you let such a good opportunity to 'collect taxes' slip by? Has your business acumen deteriorated?!"

Watching these two "problem children" start their daily complaints in unison, Luo Chen sighed helplessly, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Alright, stop complaining."

Luo Chen stretched out his hands and, with great skill and precision, pressed one hand on Jeanne d'Arc Alter's head and pinched Ishtar's chubby cheeks with the other, rubbing them slightly.

"What's so great about the underworld, that murky, chaotic place? It's all rocks and lava, not even a decent commercial street. It's nowhere near as comfortable as having afternoon tea at home!"

He lowered his head, brought his ear close to Jeanne d'Arc's reddening earlobe, and spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Besides, the reason I let you stay at home is because I brought you a gift. I'll show it to you privately when we get back to your room."

"Gifts, gifts..."

Jeanne Alter's brain instantly shut down.

The aggressive aura he had just displayed deflated completely, like a punctured balloon.

She stammered and took half a step back, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, her eyes darting around.

"Who, who cares about your gift! Since you've begged me like this... well, I'll reluctantly look forward to it. Humph!"

After saying that, she fled to the dining table like a gust of wind, pulled out a chair at random, and sat down, pretending to be focused on the macarons in front of her. However, her neck, which was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, completely betrayed her panic at that moment.

"What an understanding woman."

Morgan Le Fey walked gracefully from behind Luo Chen.

She folded up the black magic umbrella, glanced coldly at the fleeing Jeanne d'Arc Alter with her ruby-like eyes, and then naturally took Luo Chen's arm.

This noble fairy queen has always been overwhelmingly dominant when it comes to asserting her sovereignty.

She turned her head slightly, her silver hair brushing against Luo Chen's shoulder, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable arrogance.

"Arthur, I'm a little tired. Come with me for a cup of tea."

"certainly."

Luo Chen took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist and led her to the sofa on the side with the best lighting.

At this moment, the Fairy Palace Hall had fully entered its "afternoon tea party" rhythm.

Not far away, on a carpet, the Infinite Dragon God Orpheus and Tiamat (Larva) were sitting side by side.

Orpheus held a strawberry cake bigger than her face with a blank expression, mechanically and quickly stuffing it into her mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Tiamat, on the other hand, was more casual. She simply put down her spoon, picked up a waffle with her delicate white fingers, took a bite herself, and then offered it to Orpheus's mouth, making a maternal call of "Aaa~ (Here you go)".

Two calamities that were once capable of destroying the world have now been reduced to two adorable, soft mascots who only know how to eat rice in this courtyard protected by the man.

And beside the coffee table.

Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, dressed in black and white maid outfits, were holding teapots and carefully pouring tea for the Servants.

Although it has only been a few days, these two former demon princesses have undergone tremendous changes.

They witnessed firsthand the brief yet terrifying broadcast from another dimension, watching those usually arrogant and domineering pure-blooded demon elites instantly annihilated like ants before the three servants casually dispatched by this man.

That absolute crushing power, which transcended the concept of "power" itself and belonged to a higher dimension, completely shattered the last remaining shred of hope and pride in their hearts.

As Luo Chen sat on the sofa, Rias knelt obediently on the carpet beside him, holding a cup of Darjeeling tea at just the right temperature in both hands, and handed it to Luo Chen.

Her head was bowed low, and her voice carried a heartfelt, even fanatical, reverence.

"Lord Luo Chen, your tea."

"Um."

Luo Chen took the teacup, gently blew away the rising steam, and didn't look at her.

"The matter with Sazex has been completely resolved."

"From now on, no demons from the underworld will come to Kuoh Town to disturb your lives. Your so-called engagement has also become a piece of waste paper after that idiot Phoenix family was completely destroyed."

Rias's shoulders trembled violently.

Two glistening tears slid down her beautiful cheeks and landed on the Persian carpet.

These are not tears of humiliation, but tears of gratitude for the relief that comes after years of being freed from the shackles of fate.

"Rias...I will remember your kindness to the death."

She pressed her forehead to the carpet, performing the most solemn ritual of submission among demons.

"From this day forward, this body and this soul belong to you alone."

"I don't need your soul."

Luo Chen took a sip of the black tea; it had a mellow taste and was at a comfortable temperature.

He leaned back lazily on the sofa, enjoying the gentle massage Morgan was giving him on the temples.

"Just do your job. This isn't the underworld; there's no need for heavy vows. As long as you vacuum the carpets and make the cups shine, you'll be qualified."

"Yes! I will definitely become the best maid!"

Rias stopped crying and smiled, nodding emphatically.

Standing to the side, Akeno Himejima watched this scene, and her eyes, which always carried a sadistic smile, were now filled with an unusual glint of tears.

Looking at Luo Chen's handsome yet domineering profile, she unconsciously squeezed her legs together.

For this Thunder Priestess, who harbors an extreme admiration for strength and a masochistic tendency deep down, Luo Chen's "tyrant" demeanor—capable of crushing all rules with a single hand, treating them, these demons, as dust yet still offering them protection—is more deadly than any aphrodisiac.

"If it were this person... even being treated roughly, being treated like a toy to be discarded at will, would seem... to be an unparalleled pleasure."

Zhu Nai murmured morbidly to herself, an unnatural flush rising to her cheeks.

Of course, Luo Chen ignored the subtle psychological changes of the two demon maids.

His gaze passed over Saber and Mordred, who were scrambling for the last piece of strawberry cake, and landed on the uneasy figure in the corner of the hall.

Aisha Argento.

The blonde, blue-eyed lost nun was wearing a light green loungewear set specially made for her by Leonardo da Vinci, holding a glass of warm milk, and sitting on a single sofa away from the crowd like a frightened little rabbit.

Although she had been at the Fairy Palace for two days, every day here was constantly challenging her worldview.

Flying mechanical dragons (Melsen), knights who can summon lightning out of thin air (Mordred), and gods that only exist in myths and legends.

This was quite difficult for a pure young girl who grew up in the closed environment of a church and only knew how to pray to the cross.

Moreover, Luo Chen's declaration "God is dead" in the alley last night completely severed her past faith.

Elsa now feels like a stray cat that has lost its nest and has been suddenly thrown into a paradise full of "kind giants," filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Why are you hiding there all by yourself, Elsa?"

Luo Chen put down his teacup, his gentle voice piercing through the noise of the living room and reaching the little nun's ears precisely.

"Ah! Lord Luo Chen!"

Elsa was startled and quickly stood up from the sofa, clutching the hem of her skirt helplessly, her emerald green eyes filled with panic.

"I...I just..."

Luo Chen stood up, took long strides, and walked straight to her.

Due to the height difference, Luo Chen looked down at the petite nun.

He did not release any dragon's might whatsoever, but instead circulated the [Third Star Particle Body] within his body at an extremely gentle frequency.

That feeling was like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, instantly dispelling all the coldness and unease in Aisha's heart.

"Are you still scared?"

Luo Chen reached out and gently placed his hand on Aisha's soft golden hair, rubbing it.

"Is it because you don't know what you should do, or because you feel... like a heretic who has lost his faith, unworthy to be here?"

Elsa's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Luo Chen's words precisely struck at the deepest fear in her heart.

"I...I don't know..."

Large tears rolled down Elsa's cheeks as she sobbed and lowered her head, her voice filled with endless grievance.

"I was taught from a young age to serve the Lord, and my sacred artifact, the 'Smile of the Virgin Mary,' existed to heal others. But the Church drove me away, and fallen angels wanted to kill me..."

"Yesterday you told me that even the Lord is no longer here..."

"Then... what am I living for? I'm here, and all I can do is cause you trouble. I can't even serve tea and water properly like Miss Rias and the others..."

Looking at the girl who was breaking down in tears because she had lost her bearings in life, Luo Chen's gaze softened completely.

"Lift your head, Elsa."

Luo Chen tightened his fingers slightly, lifting her chin and making her look directly into his eyes.

What do you think faith is?

In Luo Chen's pair of crimson-gold vertical pupils, there flowed a profound light that seemed to see through the truth of all things in the world.

"Is it to kowtow to a clay or wooden sculpture? Is it to surrender your fate to a void that will never respond to you?"

"No. That's the self-hypnosis of the weak."

Luo Chen took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"You have the ability to heal others, and you have a heart that is still willing to treat the world with kindness even when betrayed. That's enough."

"Your existence is a miracle in itself. You don't need any god to endorse you."

Luo Chen turned around and pointed to the other side of the hall.

There, Ereshkigal was sitting on the carpet, carefully tending to a strange, pale blue flower that had just been transplanted from the soil of the underworld, holding a small shovel in her hand.

This goddess of the underworld, who once held sway over death, now had a smile more radiant than any living being.

"Look at Ellie."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and seductive.

"She once thought that her destiny was to stay in the cold underground forever, spending endless years with the dead. She was also confused and afraid."

"But now, she has found new meaning. She plants flowers here, enjoys the sunshine here, and lives here with everyone."

Luo Chen turned his head back and looked at Aisha's eyes, which were gradually ceasing to cry.

"God is dead, therefore you are free."

"From today onwards, you no longer need to believe in any vague or ethereal deity."

"If you really feel empty inside and need a pillar to lean on..."

Luo Chen leaned forward slightly, the curve of his lips carrying an incurable domineering yet gentle charm, a poison capable of instantly captivating any young girl.

"Then come and believe in me."

"Have faith in the man who pulled you out of the dead end of the fallen angels."

"Faith in this fairy palace that can shield you from all the malice of the world."

Aisha stared blankly at Luo Chen, who was so close to her.

His handsome face radiated an absolute confidence that shone a thousand times brighter than the sacred cross.

thump.

thump.

Her heart began to pound violently in her chest.

That throbbing was no longer due to fear, but because a new emotion called "hope" and "throbbing" was emerging.

"Lord Luo Chen..."

Elsa's cheeks slowly flushed a cherry blossom pink. She sniffed, and her emerald eyes finally shone with a bright light like the breaking dawn.

She didn't retreat, but took a small step forward, awkwardly yet with unwavering determination, and wrapped her arms around Luo Chen's waist, burying her burning face in his chest.

"I...I do..."

The little nun's voice was barely audible, yet it carried a resolute determination born of desperation.

"From this day forward... Elsa's body and soul, and everything I have... belong only to you..."

"Please...please never abandon me..."

"Silly girl."

Luo Chen chuckled softly, his broad hand gently stroking her soft, golden hair.

"In this house, there's only one rule: once you're in, you can't leave. The idea of ​​abandoning something doesn't exist in my vocabulary."

This heartwarming and comforting scene made the air in the entire hall seem sweeter.

However, for some extremely jealous "official wives" and "potential official wives," this act of openly undermining their partners (even if it's themselves) is clearly unforgivable.

"Click."

Scáthach had somehow gotten behind Luo Chen.

The small silver spoon she used to stir her coffee had been twisted into a pretzel shape by her.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom had a dangerous glint in her wine-red eyes, a glint that seemed to be akin to "combat drills."

"Oh my, Master. Just by going to take out the trash, you managed to tame another innocent little lamb at home. Your 'talking skills' are so superb that even I, your master, am ashamed of myself."

She leaned close to Luo Chen's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, but her tone was chillingly cold.

"It seems I really need to test your 'physical strength' in the training ground tonight to see if it's as abundant as your 'verbal strength'."

"Exactly!"

Ishtar jumped over, hands on her hips, pointing angrily at Luo Chen.

"You fickle, liar! You took me to buy a necklace just yesterday, and today you're already making a move on the little nun! That's not fair! I need a hug too! I need your 'faith counseling' too!"

"My Master is mine!"

Not to be outdone, Melusin transformed into a beam of white light and landed precisely on Luo Chen's shoulder, rubbing her cheek against Luo Chen's neck as if asserting her dominance.

What was originally a heartwarming and touching "nun's redemption drama" was seamlessly transformed into a daily spectacle performed by fairies leaving the palace—a "Ragnarok-level Shura field"—within just a few seconds.

Looking at the group of stunning women who had instantly erupted in a frenzy, and Aisha, who was hiding in his arms like a little quail, Luo Chen sighed helplessly, but he couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes.

He had one arm around Elsa, and with the other hand he casually snapped his fingers in the air.

[Silent Barrier].

"Alright, stop fooling around."

Luo Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise, carrying the absolute authority of the head of the family.

"Today is a good day, it's rare that everyone is here. We've also gotten rid of most of those annoying flies outside."

He looked up at the clear blue sky outside the window.

"The afternoon's schedule is simple."

A relaxed and contented smile curved Luo Chen's lips.

"Aileen, bring out those flowers you planted and decorate the place."

"Xiaoyu, go and bring out those barrels of the aged divine wine that Gilgamesh gave us from the wine cellar."

"Rias, go to the backyard and clean that huge magical barbecue grill."

"This afternoon, we're having an outdoor barbecue party in our backyard."

"No rules, no enemies. Only meat, wine, and music."

Upon hearing the words "barbecue party".

The women, who had been at each other's throats just moments before, instantly put aside their prejudices.

"Hooray!! I want three huge A5 tomahawk steaks!"

Mordred and Artoria cheered simultaneously.