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

60 AD, Rome, temporary encampment.

The setting sun painted the hills along the Mediterranean coast golden red.

Although it was called a "camp," in order to demonstrate the majesty of the Roman emperor, Nero insisted that the soldiers lay out a red carpet in front of the tent and even place several pots of blooming roses.

"Hmm! What a fine march!"

Nero walked at the front. Although she had just experienced a fierce battle and her migraine was still throbbing, she always maintained a proud and upright posture in front of others, even to the point of being a show-off for the sake of face.

She suddenly stopped and turned around, her large, emerald-green eyes staring intently at Artoria, who was walking beside Luo Chen.

"Hey, Blue Knight King over there."

Nero moved closer to Artoria, their two almost identical faces inches apart.

"I've been holding back all this way. Your face... although it's my face too, something just doesn't feel right."

"What's wrong?"

Artoria stared expressionlessly at the enthusiastic "foreign emperor," her invisible sword tightening slightly in her hand.

"If you're referring to temperament, then that's for sure. I'm a knight, you're an emperor; our paths are different."

No, no, no, that's not it.

Nero shook his finger, his gaze rudely moving downwards until it finally settled on Artoria's chest, which was tightly encased in silver armor. Then he looked down at the deep cleavage that was squeezed out of her red dress.

"really!"

Nero flashed a smug smile, puffing out his chest in triumph:

"Is this what they call the difference in 'growth potential'? Although the faces are the same, as the emperor of Rome, my artistic merit is clearly much higher! Hmm!"

"..."

Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) froze.

Immediately afterwards, a visible black aura rose up from behind the Knight King.

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated."

Artoria's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, her tone chilling:

"Dust, may I challenge this emperor to a duel? Right now, on the honor of Britain."

"Oh dear? Are you angry? How cute!" Nero was not afraid at all, and even wanted to reach out and poke Artoria's face.

That's enough.

Two hands slid in horizontally and pressed down on the heads of the two Saber-like faces.

Luo Chen stood helplessly in the middle, separating the two "sisters" who were about to fight:

"Are you going to dismantle your own camp before even reaching the enemy's main base?"

He looked at Nero, his eyes carrying a hint of warning, yet also a hint of doting:

"And you, Your Majesty. Your face is already very pale. If you have a migraine, don't try to act silly."

Nero, exposed, froze.

Once the initial excitement wore off, a severe wave of dizziness washed over me again.

She stumbled, but before she could fall, Luo Chen skillfully pulled her into his arms.

"What a troublesome guy."

Luo Chen shook his head, picked her up horizontally, and headed towards the most luxurious main tent:

"Morgan, Lia, you two take care of keeping watch and settling Ritsuka and the others. I'll take this guy to get some 'treatment'."

"treat?"

Morgan watched the two figures disappear into the distance, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Heh, I bet they're going to have some 'in-depth conversations' with her. Oh well, considering that little red cat is practically fainting from the pain, I'll lend Arthur to her tonight."

……

Inside the emperor's main tent.

Thick Persian carpets were laid out here, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Luo Chen placed Nero on the large bed covered with velvet.

Nero had lost all her earlier energy. She curled up, her hands pressed tightly against her temples, cold sweat soaking her blonde hair, and her once rosy lips turned deathly pale.

Although her skill [Emperor's Privilege] is powerful, the curse called [Headache] is a nightmare that accompanies her throughout her life.

"It hurts... Waaah... It feels like I'm on fire..."

Nero murmured in a semi-conscious state, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on Luo Chen's sleeve:

"Player...don't go..."

"I'm not leaving."

Luo Chen sat on the edge of the bed and took off his coat, which was in the way.

He reached out and picked Nero up, letting her lean against him and rest her throbbing head on his lap.

"Relax, Nero."

Luo Chen stretched out his hands, and a faint crimson-gold light shone from his fingertips—it was a mixture of the [Breath of the Red Dragon] and the [Third Law] magic, possessing extremely strong calming and restorative effects.

He gently massaged Nero's temples.

The gentle magic seeped into my fingertips, soothing my raging nerves little by little.

"Mmm...uh..."

Nero's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he let out a comfortable groan from his throat.

The feeling was like a small boat tossed about in a storm suddenly sailing into a calm harbor.

A long time passed.

Nero slowly opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was Luo Chen's handsome face and his eyes, which looked particularly captivating in the candlelight.

"Awake?" Luo Chen stopped what he was doing and his fingers slid across her cheek.

"What's wrong with me?"

Nero blinked in confusion, then suddenly realized her current position—she was lying defenselessly on the man's lap, almost completely nestled in his arms.

"Wow! It's so close, player!"

She tried to sit up, but the soreness in her body made her fall back down.

"Don't move around, it's not completely healed yet."

Luo Chen pressed down on her shoulders, making her lie still.

"Your spirit foundation is very unstable. Even though you are an emperor, you can't overdraw your power like this."

Nero looked at Luo Chen.

This time, she didn't try to be strong.

She felt the warmth of those large hands and suddenly felt her eyes getting hot.

As a tyrant and an emperor, she was used to being misunderstood, feared, and betrayed.

No one had ever held her so gently when she had a splitting headache, or gone to the trouble of relieving her pain.

"Luo Chen..."

Nero's voice softened considerably, the imperial majesty gone, replaced only by the innocent charm of a young girl:

"Why are you so good to me?"

"But I am... a villain known as the 'Harlot of Babylon,' a tyrant who will burn Rome down!"

"So what?"

Luo Chen smiled and then gently combed Nero's messy blond hair:

"In my hometown, people often say that history is written by the victors."

"Now that you are my contractor, what I see is not the 'tyrant' in history books, but a cute girl who works hard for her country and occasionally gets a headache and acts cute."

"Cute?!"

Nero's face instantly turned red.

"Don't use that word to describe the emperor! That's...that's for children!"

"Yeah?"

Luo Chen's lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly leaned down.

The distance between the two instantly closed, so close that they could hear each other's breaths.

"Then... is this something you do to children?"

Luo Chen kissed her lips.

It was a deep, passionate, and aggressive kiss.

The aura of the crimson dragon forcefully breached her defenses, stealing the breath from her mouth.

"Ugh!!"

Nero's eyes widened, and her hands instinctively pressed against Luo Chen's chest, trying to push him away, but gradually she ended up gripping his shirt tightly.

My mind went completely blank.

All the migraines vanished in that instant, leaving only the frantic pounding of my heart, as if it were about to explode.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Nero was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over. His former arrogance had vanished, and he lay limply in Luo Chen's arms.

"Shall we continue, Your Majesty?"

Luo Chen's fingers traced her swollen lips, his voice hoarse.

"……cunning."

Nero buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, yet tinged with a sweet shyness:

"Since you are my performer... then be a little presumptuous... and I will... generously forgive you."

"But! This is the Emperor's privilege! You are not allowed to do the same thing to that woman in blue! Do you hear me?!"

Luo Chen chuckled.

"Alright, alright, tonight is all yours."

The wind and sand howled outside the tent.

But in this small space, the Rose Emperor finally took off his heavy crown and found long-lost peace in the embrace of "love".

Outside the tent, Mordred, eavesdropping, muttered, "Tsk, that bastard dad's at it again. Just how wide is this guy's defenses? He doesn't even spare the Roman Emperor..."

Mashu blushed and covered Ritsuka's ears: "Senpai! You can't listen! That's the adult world!"