Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Unfortunately, this Noble Phantasm is not recorded in the Spirit Origin of the Heroic Spirit Artoria.

“I’ll help too!” Mordred said.

"Is your injury all healed?" Shirou asked.

"There's no need to worry about such a minor injury."

Shirou glanced back at the east.

It's 4:50 a.m. now, and the sun will rise soon.

Once it gets light, the vampire's power will decrease significantly, making him easier to deal with.

So now all we need to do is buy some time.

Although this is a task that Shirou could complete by himself, but—

Mordred was excited and eager to try; she couldn't wait to fight alongside Shirou.

If I refuse, I feel like I'll burst into tears...

Shirou nodded: "I understand."

"Yay! I'm in!"

"Wait! Mordred, no—"

Ignoring Shirou's call, the rebellious knight unleashed his magic and charged towards the vampire Dracula.

"Waaaaah...!"

Then, in just one exchange, she was sent flying by the vampire's unexpectedly strong power.

Shirou was already standing at the landing point, and he opened his arms to hug her.

"Sorry... Gu!"

Mordred, having left Shirou's embrace, looked like a child who had done something wrong, her face tense and aggrieved.

"Calm down, don't be too reckless."

Shirou did not scold him, but spoke patiently.

"I'll draw his attack away, you harass me from the side and protect my safety."

"Hmm...I understand! Father!"

"Speaking of... that title 'Father'..."

Shirou and Mordred suddenly frowned and jumped backward at the same time.

At the same time, Vlad III rushed forward and shattered the earth with a single claw.

Without pausing, the two of them attacked the vampire from the left and right in perfect unison.

"..."

Shirou was somewhat surprised.

His cooperation with Mordred was so perfect that it could be described as telepathy.

Shirou is responsible for parrying Dracula's attacks and luring him into making mistakes, while Mordred seizes the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.

The two Sabers had a clear division of labor and smoothly suppressed the enemy continuously.

It can work...!

Mordred bared his canine teeth in smugness.

Her combination with her father created a synergy greater than the sum of its parts; the chaotic dance of the holy and demonic swords began to outpace the vampire's self-healing speed.

Even when he transforms into mist, Shirou can use the wind magic of the "Wind King Barrier" to give him no chance to breathe.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the forest, the battlefield situation shifted from a stalemate to Shirou's advantage.

Although it was not yet dawn, Dracula's strength and speed had already begun to decline.

Mordred channeled magic into the Silver King Sword in her hand, then took a sudden step toward the vampire.

Perhaps it's because Danic's will hasn't completely corrupted Vlad III's spirit foundation—

His body froze completely in the face of the girl's very obvious gesture of releasing her Noble Phantasm.

Mordred wouldn't let the unsuspecting vampire slip by, raising her demonic sword, crackling with crimson lightning, high above her—

The girl called out with high spirits.

"To my beautiful one—"

"Xiao Mo! Get out of the way!"

"Huh? Guuuwaa ...

Just as Mordred uttered the true name of her Noble Phantasm, Shirou rushed forward, grabbed her waist, and sent her flying with an unimaginable force.

"Uuuuuuu..."

After experiencing the sensation of her back carving dozens of meters of furrows into the ground, the girl angrily raised her face and roared at the red-haired boy who had interrupted her performance.

"What are you doing! Why are you getting in my way? You could have easily finished him off with that one strike... Father?"

Mordred suspected there was something wrong with her eyes.

A shadow as large as a small mountain enveloped her and Shirou.

A deformed monster beyond description—

It has eight tentacle-like arms, a dozen insect-like legs, a Tyrannosaurus Rex-like head, and five eyeballs covering its entire body.

"What...what is this? More importantly, Father...are you alright?"

Mordred was so eager to impress Shirou that she didn't even notice the approaching "Black" Berserker.

As a result, Shirou rushed forward and took the blow for her—

Shirou, Mordred, and Vlad III were all flung more than ten meters away by the berserker's tree-like tentacles.

Incidentally, Spartacus, in his berserk state, didn't actually notice them. After running over the three of them like a speed bump, he continued charging forward like a pig.

"..."

Mordred, finally realizing what had happened, stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"Wait... Father! No! Don't die!"

"Could it be... that it's my fault? That I killed you..."

"Quiet down, Xiao Mo..."

Shirou struggled to get up, but Mordred immediately pulled him into her arms.

"Father! It's wonderful! You're alive!"

"So... could we perhaps use the title 'Father' instead..."

"You two, are you having a lot of fun on the battlefield?"

A woman's voice rang out.

Mordred blushed and quickly threw Shirou out of her arms.

"Who are you...? Are you a Servant from the 'Red' faction?"

Atalanta looked down at the two of them with a cold gaze.

Mordred adopted a defensive stance, but it was clear that the other side had no intention of starting a fight.

"...They're really popular."

Atalanta glared fiercely at Shirou, then turned and chased after Spartacus without looking back.

“Let’s go, Mordred.”

"Go? Where?"

The rebellious knight looked around and found that Vlad III was no longer there.

The vampire was also seriously injured when he was knocked away by the "Red" berserker.

And since dawn was approaching, he knew that the situation was hopeless for the night, so he took the opportunity to transform into a bat and escape.

Shirou looked in the direction of Mirania Castle.

Through the berserker's current critical state of magic power and the archers' movements, he vaguely understood what the "Red" faction was plotting.

Are you planning to use Berserker to conquer the city of Mirenia?

The target—is the Greater Grail contained within the Yggdrasil?

Shirou rubbed his hands together, eager to get started: "Let's go and steal the Holy Grail!"

“That’s well said, Artorius.”

Another stern female voice came from behind.

Mordred looked back and saw a woman holding a holy banner and wearing silver armor.

"...And who are you?"

The rebellious knight felt that this woman looked familiar, and her face seemed to resemble someone she knew very well.

By the way, how did she know her father's childhood name?

"It is highly inappropriate to place the Greater Grail near a magician; it should be kept by me, the arbiter of the Holy Grail War—"

When she met Shirou's gaze, the saint paused for some reason, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

She coughed lightly, as if to make a show of it.

"Artoria, please assist me in retrieving the Greater Grail... In return, I will grant you and the 'Red' Swordsman each a Command Seal."

"Oh? You mean it, Ruler!"

Mordred's eyes lit up; she had just used up a Command Seal in her battle with Lancer.

Just as the girl was feeling happy, Shirou, who had stood up, slapped her on the head.

“Don’t listen to her… Let’s go, Mordred.”

Two Command Seals for a Great Grail? Do you think I'm a fool?

I found the Holy Grail, so why should I hand it over to the state?

Without a word, Shirou grabbed Mordred and abandoned Jeanne, running wildly towards the city of Millennia.

"Wait! Don't ignore me! You idiot, Artorius!!"

Joan of Arc stomped her foot angrily and then chased after him.

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Volume 5, Chapter 222: How many lovers do you still have?

When Shirou and his group rushed to the outskirts of Millenia Castle, the "Red" Berserker reached his limit.

...No, he had already surpassed the limit.

The rebellious hero Spartacus endured, endured, and endured all the pain that harmed him, until only one act of catharsis remained—

"Ooh o ...

Berserker's screams were a mixture of anguish and joy.

Ruler, who was initially unclear about Shirou's "seizing the Holy Grail amidst the chaos," finally understood after seeing the scene before him.

"Is the Berserker planning to destroy everything around here...!?"

At this very moment, the magicians of the "Black" faction must be in complete chaos.

No one would have expected that "Beast Roar" would be such a malevolent Noble Phantasm.

The body, transformed by the accumulated immense magical power, is no longer bound by the contract.

Even a Heroic Spirit with Anti-Magic A can only resist the effect of one Command Seal; even using three would have no effect on him.

Because Command Seals are "superior-subordinate bindings," even under normal circumstances, it would take two Command Seals for the rebellious hero Spartacus to obey orders.