Unfortunately, the Saint Graph of the Servant Artorius had no record of this Noble Phantasm.
"I'll help too!" Mordred said.
"Are your injuries all right now?" Shirou asked.
"They're just little scratches. Nothing to worry about."
Shirou glanced back toward the east.
It was 4:50 in the morning. The sun would rise before long.
Once the sky brightened, the vampire's strength would drop sharply, and he would become easier to deal with.
So all they had to do now was buy time.
Although this was something Shirou could handle alone,—
Mordred looked excited and eager to try. She could hardly wait to fight side by side with Shirou.
If he refused, she looked like she might cry...
Shirou nodded. "I understand."
"Great! I'm going in!"
"Wait! Mordred, don't—"
Ignoring Shirou's call, the Rebellious Knight released her magical energy and charged at the vampire Dracula.
"Waaah...!"
But after only one exchange, she was sent flying by the vampire's unexpectedly monstrous strength.
Shirou had already positioned himself where she would land. He spread his arms and caught her.
"Sorry... Guh!"
After leaving Shirou's arms, Mordred pulled a dejected face like a child who had done something wrong.
"Calm down. Don't be too reckless."
Shirou did not scold her. Instead, he spoke patiently.
"I'll draw his attacks. Harass him from the side and keep me safe."
"Mm... I understand! Father King!"
"By the way... about that 'Father King' title..."
Shirou and Mordred suddenly frowned and leaped backward at the same time.
At that moment, Vlad III rushed in and smashed the ground with a claw.
Without pausing, the two of them attacked the vampire from either side in perfect coordination.
"..."
Shirou was somewhat astonished.
His teamwork with Mordred could practically be called telepathic.
Shirou focused on blocking Dracula's attacks and baiting him