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

Central commercial street of Komao Town.

"Charcoal King" is a top-quality Wagyu BBQ restaurant.

The lobby manager stood outside the private room, a small printer in his hand spitting out a long list of bills.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead like crazy.

"Manager... the kitchen's stock of A5 grade Kobe beef is almost gone."

The waiter ran over shakily, his voice filled with despair.

"That blonde lady ordered another thirty servings of thick-cut beef tongue and fifty servings of marbled pork chops! The head chef's hands are practically cramping! That's half a month's worth of supplies!"

"Shut up! Tell the kitchen to keep cutting! If there's no meat, get some from the cold storage in the next city! Bring it over by helicopter if you must!"

The manager gritted his teeth and growled.

He peeked through the crack in the door of the private room at the man in black sitting at the head of the table, and his legs began to tremble again.

"That gentleman tossed out a fist-sized, top-quality natural magic sapphire as a deposit! That stone is worth ten times the value of this entire building! If that young lady leaves hungry, this shop could go bankrupt tomorrow!"

Inside the private room.

The specially designed smokeless oven emits a pleasant "sizzling" sound.

Artoria sat upright, her ahoge (cowlick) bobbing happily.

She used tongs to pick up a piece of roasted beef that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, dipped it in the secret sauce, and held it to Luo Chen's lips.

"Master, the fat in this piece of snowflake meat has reached its perfect melted state. Please enjoy."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lia."

Luo Chen opened his mouth and took a bite, nodding in satisfaction.

"You've got a good eye for cooking; your talent for food is almost on par with your swordsmanship."

"It is a knight's honor to receive praise from his Master."

Saber's cheeks flushed slightly.

The next second, with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, she swept the remaining dozen or so pieces of meat on the baking tray into her bowl and began to feast.

"Hey! Country girl! You're abusing your position for personal gain!"

Jeanne Alter slammed her hand on the table, her fangs showing in her anger.

"You deliberately used feeding Luo Chen as an excuse to divert attention! You just wanted to hog all the roast meat!"

"And you eat so rudely, why don't you gain weight at all?! That's not scientific!"

"Because I am a Servant, the Magic Core can perfectly digest impurities."

Saber swallowed a mouthful of meat, a hint of innocent defiance in her emerald eyes.

"Besides, if you want to steal, you can earn it through your own strength. Shouting and yelling won't fill your stomach, Avenger."

"you--!!"

A ball of black flame suddenly erupted in Jeanne d'Arc's hand, threatening to melt the fork.

"Smack."

A warm, large hand covered the back of her hand and took the fork away.

Luo Chen's [100% Crimson Dragon Body] circulated slightly, suppressing the black flames back into the depths of her spiritual foundation.

He used his fork to pick up a thick slice of beef tongue that he had just grilled, blew on it to cool it down, and offered it to Black Joan of Arc's lips.

"Alright, why argue with a foodie? Open your mouth."

"This was grilled with dragon's breath; it tastes better than regular charcoal."

"Who, who wants to eat your grilled food...?"

Jeanne Alter verbally resisted, but her body betrayed her and moved closer.

Her rosy lips parted slightly and bit the ox tongue.

The meat, roasted with dragon's breath, burst open in your mouth, releasing a unique, rich, and magical aroma.

Her eyes lit up slightly.

"It'll have to do...barely. Since you're so sincere, I'll forgive you for favoring that country girl."

"Then thank you very much for your magnanimity, Witch."

Luo Chen chuckled and took out a tissue to wipe the sauce off her lips.

Rough fingertips brushed against her delicate skin.

Jeanne Alter felt a tingling sensation run through her body, her cheeks instantly turning red, and she quickly lowered her head to shovel rice into her mouth.

"Luo Chen! Luo Chen! I want one too!"

Ishtar slammed her hands on the table, her ruby ​​eyes filled with resentment.

"Why do they all have it but I don't?! I, the goddess, am a great being who rules Venus, am I not even as good as a country bumpkin and her reverse form?"

Luo Chen shook his head helplessly and cut off a piece of pork rib to hand it over.

"Bang."

The door to the private room was pushed open.

The crisp sound of high heels rang out, and a gust of wind carrying a faint smell of blood blew in.

"Looks like I missed the really exciting 'feeding' segment."

Scáthach walked in wearing a purple-red tight leather outfit, her long, beautiful legs swaying gracefully.

She was toying with a red short gun that hadn't completely dissipated in her hand.

A sneer lingered on his face, but when his gaze fell on Luo Chen, it instantly transformed into a deep, tranquil spring.

"Master, is it clean?"

Luo Chen took back the meat he had handed to Ishtar.

"Aaaaaah! My flesh!"

Ishtar screamed in agony.

"Just a few black-winged scum, not even worthy of letting me warm up."

Scáthach walked over to Luo Chen's side with remarkable ease, squeezed past Ishtar who was still malfunctioning, and sat down without any hesitation.

She picked up the ice water and drank it all in one gulp, a hint of languor in her wine-red eyes.

"Those fallen angels set up a surveillance barrier near the abandoned church, trying to probe our situation. I conveniently nailed the barrier and the hidden sentries into the sewers."

"Judging from their timid and hesitant manner, they probably won't dare send anyone else to their deaths anytime soon."

"here you go."

Luo Chen was not surprised.

While Asahir may appear to have backed down, there are certainly still radicals among his followers who are unwilling to accept defeat.

Scáthach's "knock" was enough to make them understand what despair truly meant.

He pushed the plate of sliced ​​meat toward Scáthach.

"You've worked hard, have something to eat."

"Master, ordinary food doesn't appeal to me at all."

Scáthach rested her chin on her hand, leaning slightly forward.

Her impressive cleavage looked incredibly imposing under the tight-fitting clothes.

She leaned close to Luo Chen's ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Compared to this dead flesh, I yearn to draw upon... a more 'fiery' magic from you."

These outrageous words made the two people opposite him blush.

"Shameless old woman!"

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth.

Luo Chen calmly reached out and lightly scratched Scáthach's upturned nose.

"Stop fooling around, this is a public place. Once we're back at the palace, you'll have plenty of time to 'replenish' yourself."

He stood up and picked up the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair.

"Lia is full, and Master is finished. Let's move on to the next item on the agenda."

"Target: The clothing section of the commercial street."

"Alter Jeanne, haven't you been saying you wanted to buy a new dress? Let's go, let's max out Gremory's bank card."

……

Half an hour later.

The most luxurious underground shopping mall in Komao Town.

This is a private den of iniquity opened exclusively for demons, fallen angels, and tycoons with legitimate identities.

Each garment is made with top-grade magical materials, making it luxurious while also providing defense and concealing one's presence.

"This one! This one! And that one!"

Upon entering the store, Jeanne d'Arc Alter was like a wild horse unleashed.

Her golden vertical pupils gleamed with a frenzied desire to shop.

She directed a group of trembling sales assistants as they carried evening gowns, gothic dresses, and fitted trench coats into the fitting room.

"Crude aesthetics. All they know is piling on black and red, like a turkey that's fallen into a dye vat."

Ishtar stood to the side with her arms crossed, launching into her usual sarcastic mode.

But his eyes couldn't help glancing at the display case next to him.

There hung a long, starry dress inlaid with huge sapphires.

"Try it if you like. All expenses today are on me."

Luo Chen leaned back on the leather sofa in the rest area, his legs crossed.

"Who, who cares! This goddess has no need for things made by mortals!"

Ishtar turned her head away haughtily, but her body honestly moved towards the display case.

"However... since you insist on giving it to me, I might as well wear it for you!"

A few minutes later.

The fitting room curtain was suddenly pulled open.

Jeanne Alter walked out slowly, wearing a pair of black strappy stilettos.

A deep purple backless mermaid evening gown.

The deep V-neckline perfectly showcases her enviable curves, while the high slit allows her long legs to be subtly revealed as she walks.

Her short, silver-white hair was pinned behind her ears with a black crystal hair clip.

With that face that held a hint of shyness and pride, she looked like a dark queen who had stepped out of an oil painting.

"cough……"

Jeanne Alter tugged at her skirt somewhat awkwardly, her golden eyes darting around uncertainly.

"How about this one? Is it too revealing? I feel a chill down my back... If you don't like it, I'll change it right away!"

Luo Chen's eyes darkened instantly.

He stood up and strode over to her, his tall figure blocking the view of several sales assistants.

He reached out and gently embraced her slender waist.

He lowered his head slightly, his crimson-gold eyes burning with undisguised aggression.

"It's not good-looking."

His voice was deep and hoarse.

"Why?!"

Jeanne Alter felt a sudden pang of sadness, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She bit her lip, feeling wronged, and tried to push him away.

"You should have said so earlier if it didn't look good! I would have gone to change it right away! You tasteless, stupid dragon!"

"Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Luo Chen tightened his grip, holding her close in his arms.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"It's not pretty because it covers your most beautiful feature."

"And it's too dangerous. If I walked down the street dressed like that, I'd be tempted to gouge the eyes out of everyone who stared at me."

"you……"

Jeanne Alter instantly held back her tears.

A surge of heat rushed up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Her face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed, her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and her breathing became rapid.

"You bastard... what nonsense are you spouting in public..."

She buried her face in Luo Chen's chest, her voice as soft as water.

"In that case, I'll just... wear it for you to see in the room..."

"That's right."

Luo Chen smiled with satisfaction and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

"Wow! What an indecent scene!"

The curtain of another fitting room was drawn back.

Ishtar came out wearing that starry night dress.

Her deep blue silk was adorned with tiny magical diamonds, and her exotic beauty made her look like a celestial being descended to earth.

She put her hands on her hips and shouted angrily.

"Luo Chen! You're being unfair! Why do you only praise her and not me! Mine is clearly more expensive and looks better!"

"It is beautiful."

Luo Chensong activated Black Jeanne d'Arc and turned to look at Ishtar.

His gaze swept over her slender waist and long legs, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"But Ishtar, have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot...forgot what?"

Luo Chen suddenly reached out and pulled her closer, his fingers deftly tugging at a hidden strap behind her waist.

Hiss.

"ah!!!"

Ishtar let out a deafening scream.

She clutched her suddenly loosened skirt tightly with both hands, squatting on the ground in utter shame and indignation.

"What are you doing?! You pervert!!!"

"This dress requires a special magical clasp to hold it in place."

Luo Chen looked down at the humiliated and indignant goddess, his tone full of wicked mockery.

"If it's not fastened properly, it might expose itself while walking down the street. It seems even the aloof Goddess Venus needs her Master's help with something as trivial as getting dressed."

"You...you absolutely did this on purpose!!"

Ishtar stared at him with teary eyes, but was powerless to resist because she dared not let go.

Scáthach watched this scene, shaking her head helplessly, but a indulgent smile remained on her lips.

"They're just a bunch of little girls who never grow up."

She turned to look at Artoria, who was carefully selecting men's clothing, and suddenly spoke.

"Saber, stop staring at the men's clothes. Since you're here, why don't you try on the wedding dresses over there? I've heard that human women have a special obsession with white dresses."

"Wedding...wedding dress?!"

Artoria's hand holding the tie trembled violently.

The iconic ahoge on his head instantly straightened.

He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen turned around as well.

He gazed intently at the blond, blue-eyed knight king.

"A wedding dress...?"

A gentle light flashed in his eyes.

"That's a good suggestion."

In this world filled with hypocrisy and war, perhaps it's time to give these girls who have accompanied him across countless years a "promise" that truly belongs to them.