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

In the early morning in Fuyuki City, before the cicadas had become too noisy, the living room of the Fairy Palace was already filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Or rather, it was a silent confrontation over "territorial sovereignty".

"Good morning, fellow commoners... no, fellow family members!"

At the top of the stairs, Nero Claudius descended with cheerful steps.

She wasn't wearing her signature red dress, but was still wearing Luo Chen's shirt.

The hem of her shirt barely covered the top of her thighs, and as she walked, her fair and slender legs were faintly visible.

Her neckline was open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a few ambiguous red marks left from last night.

She was like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, exuding a languid and satisfied aura that made one blush and their heart race.

"puff--!"

Mordred, who was drinking milk, spat it out and pointed at Nero with wide eyes:

"Hey! The one in red! You, why are you wearing Dad's clothes?!"

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

Nero twirled around, his robes billowing, a look of utter nonchalance on his face:

"The musician's clothes are my clothes. And this shirt is full of the musician's style, I love it! This must be what they call a 'boyfriend shirt,' right? Fashion magazines say it's the ultimate weapon for capturing a man's heart!"

Artoria, sitting on the sofa, crumpled the newspaper in her hand.

She was wearing a neat blue loungewear outfit today, and her hair was combed meticulously.

Looking at that disheveled, beaming "other self," the Knight King's ahoge (cowlick) stood up alertly like a radar.

"Shameless."

Artoria put down her newspaper, her emerald green eyes fixed on Nero, her tone as serious as if she were speaking at a roundtable conference:

"As an emperor, how can you be so improperly dressed in public? Besides... that's Luo Chen's favorite shirt, and you've wrinkled it."

"Oh dear? Is this Blue Knight King jealous?"

Nero moved closer, deliberately swaying her long, white legs in front of Artoria, and smiled like a little fox:

"Are you jealous that I received the musician's adoration all night? Or are you jealous that I look better in this outfit than you?"

She puffed out her proud chest:

"After all, if you wore this, it would probably look rather baggy, wouldn't it?"

Click.

A crack appeared in the teacup in Artoria's hand.

"Mordred," the Knight King said coldly.

"Yes, Father!" Mordred, who loved watching the drama unfold, immediately stood at attention.

"Go turn on the game console."

Artoria stood up, unbuttoned her cuffs, and her eyes sharpened:

"Since we're in the modern world, let's settle this in a modern way. Drawing swords will damage the furniture, so let's use that thing called 'fighting game'."

"I want her to know that, whether in swordsmanship or games, the King of Knights will never lose to the Emperor of Rome."

"Oh my god! Father's fired up!" Mordred excitedly ran to turn on the TV.

……

Five minutes later.

In front of a huge LCD TV screen.

Artoria and Nero sat side by side on the carpet, each holding a handle in their hand.

The background is the character selection screen from Street Fighter.

"Hmph, although I've never played this kind of commoner's game before, with my genius emperor privilege, I can learn it at a glance!"

Nero confidently chose a character that looked glamorous.

"Innocent."

Artoria's expression was focused, as if she were holding a holy sword rather than a hilt:

"There's no newbie protection period on the battlefield. I will give it my all."

She chose a swordsman character.

"Round 1, Fight!"

"Take this! My gorgeous combo!" Nero started frantically pressing the controller buttons, his fingers dancing across the keys, while he chanted, "Da da da! Special move! Ugh... why can't I unleash it?"

"Too slow."

Artoria's eyes were incredibly sharp.

[Intuition A] activated.

In the game, this means she can predict her opponent's every move.

Defend, retreat, exploit openings, and unleash a rising dragon punch!

A smooth combo sent Nero's character flying into the air, and after landing, he followed up with a super move.

"KO!"

"W-What?!" Nero's eyes widened. "How could I possibly lose? There must be something wrong with this controller! Or are you cheating?!"

"That's real strength."

Artoria calmly put down the handle, picked up her teacup, and took a sip:

"Your movements are full of flaws, all meaningless flashy moves. Real combat is about efficiency."

"Not satisfied! Let's try again! This time I'm serious!"

"I'll see you through to the end."

……

When Luo Chen came downstairs yawning, this was the scene he saw.

Two identical blonde beauties were shouting at the television screen.

Nero: "Ugh! How despicable! Using a throw! Is that something a knight should do?!"

Artoria: "It's a tactic. As long as we win, the means don't matter."

Behind them, two little girls—Sakura and Illya—were holding dolls and acting as cheerleaders.

"Go, Liya!"

"Go Nero-neechan!"

"They're so energetic!"

Luo Chen smiled and did not disturb their "war," but went straight into the kitchen.

Irisviel, who was preparing lunch, saw him and smiled gently:

"Awake? Looks like you were really tired last night."

"I'm not tired," Luo Chen said, hugging his wife from behind and sneaking a bite of freshly cut ham. "It's mainly because His Majesty the Emperor was too enthusiastic."

"Hehe, Saber seems a little jealous."

Irisviel pointed to the living room:

"She got up an hour early this morning and wiped the sword three times. Although she didn't say it, she was very concerned that you didn't go to see her last night."

"yes……"

Luo Chen looked at Artoria in the living room, who, despite winning the game, was still unconsciously glancing towards the stairwell.

That seemingly calm back view actually revealed a hint of "loneliness" and awkwardness.

Luo Chen released Irisviel and walked over with two cups of hot milk.

"Halftime."

Luo Chen's voice interrupted the tenth round of fighting.

He handed one glass of milk to Nero, who was sweating profusely from the loss, and the other to Artoria.

"Player! You've come at the perfect time!"

Nero immediately threw down the controller and threw herself into Luo Chen's arms to complain:

"This woman in blue is bullying me! She's abusing me in the game! You have to help me get revenge!"

"Okay, okay."

Luo Chen smiled and patted her head to comfort the emperor who was desperate after losing, then looked at Artoria, who was sitting quietly drinking milk to the side.

"Leah."

Luo Chen sat down next to Artoria and naturally reached out to put his arm around her shoulder.

"...What are you doing?"

Artoria stiffened slightly, but didn't push him away. She simply turned her head away, looking at the milk cup in her hand.

"Aren't you going to keep your Emperor company? She really needs comforting."

"However, it seems my Knight King won the match but didn't receive a reward."

Luo Chen leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"That was a brilliant play. Especially that counterattack, it was absolutely perfect."

Artoria's ears turned red instantly.

She turned her head and looked into Luo Chen's smiling eyes, and the slight bitterness in her heart miraculously disappeared.

"I...I was just teaching her combat techniques."

She defended herself softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"I know."

Luo Chen held her hand; it was a hand with calluses from years of wielding a sword, and it gave him a sense of immense peace.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

"It's not just as a reward, but also as compensation."

Artoria's eyes lit up instantly, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head swayed happily:

"Really? Then... I want to eat your special red wine braised beef. With lots of potatoes!"

"no problem."

Luo Chen pinched her cheek:

"If you teach this 'Red Peacock' how to play games, all the meat tonight is yours."

"make a deal."

Artoria's fighting spirit instantly soared, and the way she looked at Nero changed, filled with the enthusiasm of a "teacher":

"Come on, Nero. This time I'll teach you how to defend, step by step."

"Huh? Why are you suddenly being so kind?"

Nero looked suspicious.

Watching the two re-engage in the "battle," Luo Chen leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

Although chaotic situations can be troublesome, as long as you master the techniques of "feeding" and "soothing," these seemingly difficult Servants are actually incredibly cute.

only……

Luo Chen looked up at the railing on the second floor.

There, a glimpse of a black skirt had just disappeared.

Morgan had clearly seen the whole farce.

"Looks like I'll have to go and appease Her Majesty this afternoon," Luo Chen thought to himself.

After all, in this house, the only things he dared not offend were Morgan's "bills" and "potions".