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

Orléans Castle, between the thrones.

The heavy oak door was reduced to dust under the bombardment of the red dragon's magic.

There was no complicated maze exploration involved; Luo Chen led his group directly to the core of this singularity.

Inside the main hall, black flames climbed the walls and pillars.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and a palpable sense of resentment.

On that towering, pitch-black throne sat a girl with pale skin, snow-white hair, and eyes burning with golden fury.

"The Dragon Witch", Jeanne d'Arc (Alter).

In the shadows beside her, Caster Gilles de Rais, clad in robes and with bulging eyes, held the Book of the City of Desolation and let out a chilling laugh.

"They've finally arrived... those annoying bugs."

Jeanne Alter suddenly stood up, slamming the black flag in her hand heavily to the ground.

Black flames instantly surged around her, making her jet-black armor appear even more ferocious.

Her gaze swept over the crowd and locked onto the blonde girl standing next to Luo Chen—Joan of Arc.

"It's disgusting."

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth, her voice filled with deep-seated jealousy and hatred:

Why did you make that expression? That protected, happy, as if you'd never been hurt?

"You were clearly betrayed! You were burned at the stake! You should be cursing this country, cursing the gods!"

"I have no curse."

Joan of Arc stepped forward, her heart aching at the sight of that face so identical to her own, yet her eyes remained clear:

"Because I know that even in the darkest times, there is light. And now..."

Joan of Arc tightened her grip on Luo Chen's hand, a gentle smile appearing on her face:

"I have found my light."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!"

These words completely ignited Jeanne Alter's rationality.

"—La Grondement Du Haine (Roar! My Wrath!)!!"

boom--!

Jeanne Alter waved the flag in her hand and activated her Noble Phantasm.

Countless black spears and flames erupted from the ground and attacked the group.

"Watch out!" Mash raised her shield and tried to step forward.

"fine."

Luo Chen released Joan of Arc's hand and walked alone towards the sky filled with black flames.

He didn't set up any defensive barriers, nor did he even stop walking.

call--

The black flames, powerful enough to easily melt steel, parted automatically the moment they touched Luo Chen's body, just as a subject would see his king, without even burning a corner of his sleeve.

Luo Chen, as the strongest dragon species, is the ultimate form of fire and the pinnacle of dragons.

The mere black flames of the sub-dragon species couldn't harm him in the slightest.

"How is this possible... my flames..." Jeanne Alter's pupils shrank sharply.

"Your fire is too cold."

Luo Chen traversed the sea of ​​fire, ascending the steps one by one, approaching the throne.

His voice carried an undeniable air of authority:

"A fire fueled by resentment serves no purpose other than burning yourself to a crisp."

"Don't come any closer!!"

Jeanne Alter retreated in panic, waving her flag wildly, but no matter how many flames struck Luo Chen, it was all in vain.

She felt fear for the first time.

It wasn't the fear of death, but a deeper fear of being exposed as a "fake."

"Kill these thugs who desecrated the holy maiden!!"

Giles, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He flipped through the human skin book in his hand, trying to summon the sea demon to stop Luo Chen.

"Noisy."

Before Giles could finish chanting the incantation, a black magic spear appeared out of thin air, piercing through his shoulder and pinning him firmly to the wall behind him.

"Aaaaaah!!" Giles screamed in agony.

"Don't interrupt when others are talking, you disgusting pervert."

Morgan stood at the entrance to the main hall, toying with a folding fan in his hand, his eyes cold.

"Arthur is taming a new pet, so you'd better shut up."

Without Gilles' interference, only Jeanne Alter's rapid breathing could be heard in the hall.

She had been cornered on the throne, with nowhere left to retreat.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter, looking at Luo Chen who was so close at hand, roared with a fierce but weak voice:

"I am a witch! I am an avenger! If you want to kill me, then do it! Don't look at me like that!"

"Kill you?"

Luo Chen stopped in front of her, placed his hands on the armrests of the throne, and trapped the volatile witch in his arms.

He looked at that face, which remained exceptionally beautiful even in anger, and smiled:

Why would I kill you?

"Even though she has a bad temper and a sharp tongue, isn't it adorable that she wants to destroy the world but is crying because she can't get love?"

"ha?!"

Jeanne Alter froze, her mind going completely blank.

Cute?

Has this guy lost his mind? She's here to kill, not to be harassed!

"Stop joking!"

Jeanne Alter's eyes reddened, and she screamed hysterically:

"I'm a fake! I'm a counterfeit created by Gilles using the Holy Grail! I'm not Joan of Arc at all! I'm just a ghost that exists for revenge!"

"I will disappear the moment the Holy Grail is destroyed, or the war ends! I never existed!"

"Who said you're fake?"

Luo Chen reached out, but instead of grabbing her neck, he gently cupped her cheeks.

The intense heat of her palm caused Jeanne Alter's cold skin to tremble involuntarily.

"You have a name, you have feelings, you can be angry, and you can shed tears because you feel wronged."

Luo Chen gently brushed her eye with his thumb, where a tear had already seeped out unnoticed.

"In my eyes, you are more vivid than any so-called 'official history'."

"You are not Joan of Arc's shadow, you are the one and only 'Joan of Arc [Alter]'."

"unique……"

Jeanne Alter repeated the word blankly.

No one had ever said such a thing to her before.

Giles saw her as a substitute for the saint, while her enemies saw her as a witch.

Only the man in front of her looked at her as if he were looking at a woman who was... worthy of being loved.

"But... I will disappear..."

Jeanne Alter's voice softened, tinged with a desperate sob:

"I am an illusion sustained by the Holy Grail's magic... I have no future..."

"I'll give you the future."

Luo Chen's smile deepened.

"I am the Third Magician."

"Giving heroic spirits a physical body is the simplest thing in the world."

"Varied……"

Before Jeanne d'Arc Alter could react, Luo Chen had already lowered his head and forcefully kissed those lips that always spoke harsh words.

Om-! ! !

The familiar blue and white light shone again in the main hall.

That was the light of the Third Magic: Soul Materialization.

Unlike when he gave Jeanne d'Arc flesh before, this time, Luo Chen mobilized the immense magical power of the Crimson Dragon Furnace within his body to forcibly separate the "fictional heroic spirit" Jeanne d'Arc Alter from the Holy Grail's wish system.

He used magic to optimize her spiritual foundation and used magic to weave her real flesh and blood.

"Mmm...uh..."

Jeanne Alter stared wide-eyed at Luo Chen, her hands trying to push him away, but gradually losing strength, and finally she gripped his clothes tightly.

An unprecedented feeling surged through my entire body.

My heart is beating.

Blood is flowing.

It is no longer a mere magical construct, but a living being with body temperature.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Jeanne d'Arc Alter slumped on the throne, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed crimson. She touched her chest, feeling the real, strong heartbeat, her eyes glazed and filled with shock.

"I...I really..."

"Truly alive."

Luo Chen straightened up, looked at the arrogant witch who had been completely won over, and extended his hand:

"Alright, the farce is over."

"Come home with me, Joan of Arc Alter."

"It's a bit noisy at home, but we shouldn't be short of food for you. Besides..."

Luo Chen glanced at Joan of Arc not far away:

"Don't you want to bicker with your 'older sister' every day?"

Jeanne Alter paused for a moment.

She looked at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc gave her a bright and welcoming smile: "Welcome back, my other self... no, my sister."

"Who's your sister?! That's disgusting!"

Jeanne Alter instantly lost her temper, her tsundere nature returning.

But she still reached out and grabbed Luo Chen's hand tightly, using it to stand up.

"Hmph! Since you've begged me, I'll reluctantly go with you!"

"But let me make this clear! I'm not doing this for you! I'm doing it for... for a better chance to get revenge on that guy!"

"And another thing! Don't complain about how much I eat! I want to eat the best food!"

"Okay, okay, plenty."

Luo Chen smiled and pulled the awkward new member into his arms.

Giles, pinned to the wall, stared blankly at the scene, and finally shed murky tears.

"Ah... Saint Maiden... did any of them... find happiness...?"

"Then... my script..."

Under the corrosive influence of Morgan's magic spear, he slowly dissipated into spiritual particles, carrying a sense of relief and regret.

The First Singularity: The Hundred-Year War of the Evil Dragon came to a complete end in this "family drama" style finale.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash from Chaldea watched in stunned silence.

"S-Senior... the singularity has been repaired already?"

"Hmm... I guess I've been 'conquered'."

Luo Chen looked at the "Task Completed" notification on the system panel and the newly acquired "Dragon Witch (Tsundere Version)" teammate, and nodded in satisfaction.

This trip to France was very rewarding.