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

Lukenica, the capital city, a noble commercial district.

The afternoon sun gradually softened, casting a warm amber hue over this city filled with medieval exoticism.

However, the atmosphere on this top-tier commercial street, which usually only caters to high-ranking officials and dignitaries, was extremely strange today.

"This one! This one! And that one in the shop window with the gold thread! Wrap them all up!"

Inside an extremely luxurious high-end handmade tailor shop, Ishtar (the goddess of Venus) strolls among rows of racks filled with gorgeous gowns, like a queen inspecting her territory.

The "Infinite Black Card" given to her by Luo Chen shone brightly in front of the shopkeeper's eyes.

That was actually a specially made card on which Luo Chen used the third magic to solidify the concept of "infinite gold," which could be directly exchanged for hard currency in any era.

"Yes, yes! Your Excellency! I will have a tailor pack it for you immediately!"

The shop manager was a pot-bellied aristocratic merchant who was arrogant and haughty.

But when he saw the pure, unadulterated power of wealth flowing through that card—a power even greater than the entire treasury of the Kingdom of Lukenica—his knees buckled.

Her wrinkles smiled, turning into a bright daisy.

"Hey, silver-haired guy, stop standing there like a wooden post!"

Ishtar casually picked out an ice-blue off-the-shoulder dress adorned with rhinestones and shoved it into Emilia's arms, who was still in a daze.

She impatiently pushed Emilia toward the fitting room: "Hurry up and change! Since Luo Chen said he wants you to be the queen of this lousy place, then throw away that shabby white robe you're wearing! It's dragging down the overall average appearance of our team!"

"Huh? But...but this dress looks very expensive..."

Emilia frantically clutched the expensive dress, her purple eyes filled with panic.

From birth until now, because of her half-elf identity and her face that resembles the "Witch of Envy," she has always suffered exclusion, disgust, and fear.

Even Roswaal, who supported her participation in the royal selection, only used her as a tool to achieve his goals.

Like now, being forcibly dragged shopping by a group of ridiculously strong and stunningly beautiful "outsiders," and having them buy her these outrageously expensive clothes...

This was something she never dared to dream of.

"Expensive? In my dictionary, there's only 'sparkling enough,' not 'expensive'!"

Ishtar stood with her hands on her hips, chin raised arrogantly: "Besides, it's Luo Chen's money being used, what are you worried about? Go in! You're not coming out until you've exchanged it!"

"..."

Luo Chen sat on the VIP leather sofa in the store, watching Emilia being forcibly pushed into the fitting room, and shook his head helplessly.

He picked up the black tea that the shop assistant had nervously brought him and took a small sip.

"Vulgar nouveau riche taste."

Morgan le Fay sat beside Luo Chen, her long black dress spreading out in an elegant arc on the sofa.

She glanced coldly at Ishtar's retreating figure, her ruby-like eyes revealing undisguised disdain:

"To think she's queen just because she's wrapped in a bunch of shiny rags is an insult to the word 'royalty.' Arthur, are you just going to let her act like this?"

"Let her be. At least when it comes to lightening the mood, this silly goddess is quite useful."

Luo Chen put down his teacup and naturally reached out to pull Morgan into his arms, gently stroking her silvery-white hair with his fingers: "Besides, that half-elf girl is too tense. Ishtar's antics have actually helped her relax a bit."

Morgan gave a soft hum and did not refute.

She leaned against Luo Chen's broad chest, closed her eyes slightly, and enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

In a high-end tailor shop in another world, she is held in the arms of a three-digit demon king from the Little Garden while having afternoon tea.

This absurd yet absolutely safe daily routine was an addictive poison for her, who had struggled for two thousand years in the fairy kingdom.

"Swish—"

The curtain in the fitting room was suddenly pulled open.

"Um... I've changed..."

Accompanied by a somewhat hurried sound, Emilia walked out with her head down.

The slightly dowdy white robe she had worn had been removed, and in its place was the ice-blue off-the-shoulder dress that Ishtar had chosen.

The form-fitting cut perfectly accentuated the youthful yet graceful curves of the half-elf girl.

Beneath the deep V-neck, a large expanse of snow-white skin gleamed dazzlingly under the magical lights.

The skirt features an asymmetrical design, shorter in the front and longer in the back, showcasing her long, straight, and beautiful legs without reservation.

Coupled with her cascading silver hair and amethyst-like eyes.

At this moment, Emilia is no longer the "silver-haired half-demon" who was despised by everyone.

She was a truly noble, pure, and alluring ice princess.

"oh……"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of straightforward appreciation flashing in his crimson-gold vertical pupils: "It suits you very well. It seems Ishtar's eye isn't solely fixed on stones."

"Hmm!"

Upon hearing Luo Chen's praise, Emilia's face flushed bright red.

Even the pointed elf ears were tinged with pink.

She nervously clutched the hem of her skirt, trying to cover her exposed legs a little, but it was clearly futile: "W-is this really okay? Isn't it too... too revealing?"

"Exposure? That's art!"

Ishtar leaned closer, admiring her "masterpiece" with satisfaction, then turned to Luo Chen with a smug look on her face: "How about it? Isn't my taste pretty good? Isn't it a million times better than her old country bumpkin outfit?"

"It's really good."

Luo Chen stood up and walked to Emilia.

Because of the height difference, Luo Chen looked down at the shy half-elf.

He reached out and, without doing anything excessive, simply tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The warm touch of the Crimson Dragon on her fingertips made Emilia's body tremble involuntarily.

"Now that you've become the king I've appointed, you should have the confidence of a king."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed some irresistible magic, striking directly at Emilia's heart:

"From now on, don't walk with your head down. If anyone dares to look at you strangely, glare back at them; if they dare to speak, I'll rip their tongues out."

"Did you remember?"

"……Um."

Emilia stared blankly into Luo Chen's deep eyes, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

This kind of unreserved favoritism, this kind of domineering protection to the extreme.

It instantly melted her heart, which had been frozen for a hundred years due to loneliness, into a pool of spring water.

"Alright, stop spreading your hormones here."

Morgan had stood up at some point, and his dark blue magic umbrella paused lightly on the ground, breaking the slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

She walked up to Emilia, her eyes still cold, but she materialized a pale blue necklace from the void and casually hung it around Emilia's neck.

"The dress is passable, but it lacks a proper Mystic Code. This necklace is engraved with my Fairy Defense Array, capable of withstanding one direct hit from a Castle-level Noble Phantasm. Wear it carefully, lest you get assassinated by some foolish rat on your first day out; that would be a disgrace to Arthur."

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan!"

Emilia was flattered and took the necklace in her hand.

Although the black-clad queen looked terrifying, one could sense the kindness hidden beneath her arrogance.

Just then.

"Dad! Come quick! The food on this street is absolutely amazing!"

With a very rough slam of the door being pushed open, Mordred swaggered into the tailor shop, a huge roasted leg bone from some unknown monster dangling from his mouth and two large bags of snacks in his hands.

Following behind her were Artoria (Saber) and Melsin, who were also returning with a full load of goods.

"This roadside stall called 'Earth Dragon Grill' may not have the firm texture of the monster meat from the previous world, but they use a red spice, and the taste is absolutely amazing!"

Mo excitedly tossed a bag of kebabs onto the coffee table and turned to Saber: "Father! I ate one more kebab than you! I won today's eating contest!"

"Nonsense, Lord Mordred."

Saber swallowed the candied apple in his mouth with a serious expression, his ahoge standing straight up: "At that dessert shop around the corner, I devoured ten 'Frugué-style smoothies' by myself, and in terms of calorie conversion efficiency, I'm clearly ahead of you. The outcome of a knight's battle isn't decided by just one or two skewers of grilled meat."

"You two good-for-nothings, can't you be a little more mindful of the occasion?"

Scáthach was the last to walk in, her purple bodysuit spotless, and she held a glass of local fruit wine in her hand.

Her wine-red eyes swept over the trembling shop assistants in the tailor shop, who were terrified by the group of "foodies," and she sighed helplessly: "The three of you have swept up all the ingredients on this street. If you keep eating, I'm afraid this capital city will be in famine tomorrow."

"Are you full?"

Luo Chen looked at this group of Servants, whose combat power was off the charts but who had absolutely no resistance to food, his eyes filled with indulgence:

"Now that we've bought enough and eaten our fill, let's head back to the manor. Get a good rest tonight, and tomorrow..."

Luo Chen's lips curled into a cold smile: "Tomorrow, we'll visit that 'Dragon God' who supposedly knows everything."

……

at the same time.

Roswaal's mansion on the border of the Kingdom of Lukenica.

The study was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn.

Roswaal L. Mezas, the genius magician who usually wears a comical clown costume and speaks in a sarcastic manner, is now sitting slumped on the cold floor without any regard for his image.

His face paint had smudged due to cold sweat, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Before him lay the Book of Wisdom (a fragment of the Gospels), which he regarded as his life and which recorded the cause and effect of the future.

However... the surface of that book was covered with cracks as dense as a spider web.

However, whenever he tries to infuse magic into them to glimpse the future, those cracks will emit a terrifying aura of a higher dimension that is enough to crush his soul!

"I can't see anything... I can't see anything at all!"

Roswaal gripped his hair tightly, his voice trembling with extreme fear:

"The future script has been forcibly blacked out! That man in black... who exactly is he?! He not only severed the thread of fate that led to Emilia's death, but he even unilaterally blocked the observation of the 'world'!"

"My long-cherished wish... I've been preparing a plan for four hundred years so that I can see Echidna again..."

"Lord Roswaal."

The study door was pushed open.

Rem, a twin maid of the Oni race with short blue hair, walked in carrying a cup of hot tea.

She looked at Roswaal, who was lying on the ground, a hint of worry flashing in her blue eyes.

She had never seen her master so out of control.

During the daytime, when that man in black led a group of monsters to forcibly crown Emilia in the royal palace, Lord Roswaal didn't dare utter a single syllable and fled back to his territory like a stray dog.

"Rem...where's Ram?" Roswaal looked up, his eyes vacant.

"My sister is patrolling the barrier outside." Rem placed her teacup on the table. "My lord, what should we do now? That man named Luo Chen, he..."

"Don't mention his name!!"

Roswaal screamed as if he had been electrocuted.

He slammed his fist on the table, clutching the Book of Wisdom tightly: "We can't provoke him... absolutely not! He's not human, nor is he a dragon! He's a demon king from beyond the universe, capable of crushing truth with his bare hands!"

"Cease all covert operations against Lady Emilia! Completely suppress news of the Bowel Hunter's death!"

Roswaal took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "No...it's not just that. Since the trajectory of the future has already collapsed, I can only find a way to survive in this new scenario."

"Prepare the finest carriage, Rem. Tomorrow morning, I will personally travel to the capital... to offer my loyalty to the 'new queen,' and the demon lord behind her."

To survive, and to see that witch of greed again, kneeling and submitting meant nothing to him, a ghost who had lived for four hundred years.

……

Royal Capital, Fairy Palace (formerly a noble estate).

Night had fallen, and the city lights were just coming on.

The manor, which Morgan had forcibly transformed with fairy magic, now exuded a mysterious, eerie blue glow under the night sky.

Any magical probe that attempts to peer into this place is instantly vaporized into nothingness upon contact with the barrier.

On the huge terrace on the second floor, Luo Chen was lying back on a large velvet bench.

The night breeze was cool, ruffling his short black hair.

"Hmm..."

A very soft, slightly shy moan came from his arms.

Emilia changed into a white silk robe and was lying somewhat awkwardly on Luo Chen's chest.

Her stunningly beautiful face was flushed red as if it could bleed, her purple eyes were shimmering with moisture, and even her breathing became cautious.

This was not something she requested.

Instead, after dinner, Ishtar and Jeanne Alter forced him to change into pajamas and stuff him into Luo Chen's arms under the pretext that "since you have become a king, you must be prepared to serve your king."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go back to your room to sleep."

Luo Chen's arm was loosely wrapped around her waist, but he did not make any overstepping moves.

He looked down at the half-elf, who was stiff with tension, a gentle smile playing on his lips: "They just like to play pranks, you don't have to be so obedient."

"No...that's not it."

Emilia bit her lip, but her hands unconsciously gripped Luo Chen's clothes tightly.

She buried her face in his warm chest, her voice weak but firm: "I...I don't want to leave."

"Luo Chen, I used to... always be alone."

"Because I look like that witch, everyone avoids me. Even Parker can only keep me company during the day. The nights... are always cold and long."

She raised her head, her clear eyes reflecting Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils:

"But, being by your side makes me feel so warm."

"Not only my body, but even my soul feels...no longer alone."

"So please let me stay here. Even... even if it means doing that kind of thing... if it's Luo Chen... I... I'm willing..."

As Emilia spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until she buried her face almost entirely in Luo Chen's chest, with a wisp of steam even rising from her head.

Looking at this half-elf girl, pure as a blank sheet of paper, yet mustering all her courage to express her feelings to him, Luo Chen's heart was completely touched.

He chuckled softly and suddenly tightened his arms, which had been loosely wrapped around his neck.

"ah!"

Emilia let out a short gasp as Luo Chen pressed her tightly against his muscular [Crimson Dragon Body].

"You said it yourself, Emilia."

Luo Chen lowered his head, his nose touching hers, their hot breaths mingling.

"Once you've entered my door, Luo Chen's door, and into my bed, you'll never have the chance to run away again."

"My domineering nature is ten thousand times more profound than any witch's curse."

"I won't run away..."

Emilia closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and took the initiative to meet those aggressive lips.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the terrace.

A tender yet passionate "coronation ceremony" quietly unfolded in the still night.

……

however.

Just as this enchanting atmosphere was gradually heating up.

Far beyond the capital, deep in the dark and remote slums, an extremely strange and chilling black magic is spreading silently.

"...Love...me...the..."

"...You...stole...mine..."

On Natsuki Subaru, who was kicked unconscious by Mordred and is still lying in a garbage dump, forgotten by everyone.

A dense, black miasma, seemingly capable of devouring all light, was gushing outwards wildly from his broken ribs and dying consciousness!

That's not ordinary magic.

That was an obsession called "jealousy," a seal that had been broken for four hundred years.

The rampage was triggered by the realization that his "most beloved person" was about to die in despair, and that the "vessel" (Emilia) who looked exactly like him was completely taken away by another man.

"...Unforgivable..."

The black mud swamp expanded outwards from beneath Subaru Natsuki.

The ruins, bricks, and even the air that touched the black mud vanished into nothingness in an instant.

A gigantic hand, composed entirely of black shadows and lacking any facial features but possessing only an outline, slowly emerged from the swamp, pointing directly towards the center of the royal capital—the direction of the Fairy Palace!

"—Satella, the Witch of Envy, awakens."

***

On the terrace.

Luo Chen, who was originally immersed in the gentle embrace of love, suddenly stopped moving.

He released Emilia, who was panting and had a dazed look in her eyes from the kiss.

"Luo Chen?" Emilia looked at him in confusion.

Luo Chen remained silent.

He raised his head, and his crimson-gold vertical pupils instantly contracted into extremely dangerous needle-like points.

Within his sensory network, an extremely foul-smelling, viscous black energy, filled with morbid and twisted love, was attempting to forcefully breach the defensive barrier surrounding the Fairy Palace.

"Oh? The witch of jealousy?"

Luo Chen slowly stood up and shielded Emilia behind him.

He watched the enormous black tentacles stretching from the distant night sky, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

Instead, there is the absolute coldness and arrogance of those who hold absolute power over the [Two-Digit Sandbox].

"Coming to disturb my peaceful sleep in the middle of the night."

"It seems that this witch, who was known as the strongest calamity four hundred years ago..."

"I wanted to experience what real death is like."