I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 1912

However, I couldn't find it.

The war submerged everything, and Mordred's butcher knife cut off a generation.

I sit alone on this unrealistic throne.

What I want is not the throne, what I want is everyone, Mordred.

Perhaps I heard the call in my heart, God, appeared in front of me.

"Oh, king of men, my name is Zeus. Are you the ones who broke through the barrier of the world line?" God asked.

"Leave this land, the gods of Greece. This land does not need the blessing of God."

"I understand clearly, O King of Man. I am a god from another world. After seeing the history of this land, how can I not understand this? But I need the Holy Grail in your hand, in order to fight against the coming catastrophe .”

"This is impossible! This is my king's holy grail, how could I give it to you? Gods of foreign lands, leave this land, and the people of this land don't believe in Zeus God!"

"I understand, but that catastrophe is the catastrophe that destroyed you. And the disaster you experienced is just the prelude to that catastrophe. Without the Holy Grail, there is no way to stop that catastrophe."

Although I don't understand what the catastrophe He was talking about, the Holy Grail told me that He didn't lie. The prelude to the catastrophe he spoke of was the destruction of the dynasty, making Mordred burdened with all dead assimilations.

I was angry, I was furious, and finally I gave the Holy Grail to Zeus.

He swore to me that the disaster of assimilation would no longer appear, and gave me blessings, and finally left.

In the years after He left, I fell ill.

For the sake of the great cause of the empire, I began to choose a successor among my blood relatives. There is no other way. I have no successor, and I have not found the missing II, nor the blood of Pendragon, which can only be handed over to me. Blood relatives.

Finally, I fell down.

In my life, I have not lived a miserable life, but it can be regarded as a turbulent one. The illegitimate son born to my father who had an affair with Princess Elaine was picked up by my father. His dislike for me was beyond words. Eternal King, Eternal King changed my father's attitude towards me.

And during the decisive battle between the Eternal King and Vortigern, I basically stayed behind, or in my grandfather's kingdom.

In my life, the biggest wave is to overthrow the dynasty that was assimilated by the star cup together with Mordred.

Although this life is difficult, it is also wonderful.

But my heart is full of regrets.

The civil war of the Knights of the Round Table, the disintegration of the dynasty, and Mordred's desperate death... until the end, I was the only one living and living alone.

I know that my body is not so easy to break down, but my mind has already broken down.

The future I want, the world I want, is not my world alone.

I think, I think...

I want to see Mordred again, and I want to tell her that I have done well what she entrusted to me.

But I know it's impossible.

Because, this is a wish that even the Holy Grail cannot fulfill.

Farewell, Eternal Dynasty.

I slowly closed my eyes and I saw it.

I saw Mordred, I saw my father, I saw Gareth, I saw Agravin, I saw the Eternal King, I saw everyone...

Yes, I'm finally back, everyone.

They smiled at me and said, "Welcome back, Galahad!"

Chapter 1 Pure White Encounter

"Forehead……"

Slowly opening his eyes, Shirou felt a slight headache.

How is this going?

Sitting up with sore body, he muttered, then froze.

Glancing around, Shirou frowned.

Where is this?

A wonderful "space", or should I say a room?

The walls were covered with cracks, and Shirou could even feel the cold wind blowing in from outside.

He looked up slightly and saw a huge hole in the ceiling.

This is a thatched cottage, right?

Why did you come here all of a sudden?

Shirou frowned. He remembered that he was in his room looking at the blood moon hanging high in the night sky, and then...

correct!

Then the body glowed white, and it felt like his soul was being torn apart, and then he passed out.

Finally, after waking up to here?

what is this?

Mordred's new trick, or who did something to him?

Suddenly, he smelled a damp and rotten smell. Turning his head, Shirou saw the pile of grass in the corner, and then saw the mud wall, rocks, and a few weeds in the corner, and he couldn't help being stunned.

"Here, why do you feel familiar?"

His palms were propped on the bed, and when he was about to stand up, Shirou couldn't help being taken aback, raised his hand, looked at his palm, and shook it.

"This feeling... isn't the Servant body constructed by ether, but my real body?"

Could it be that when looking at the blood moon, the already broken spirit base couldn't hold on any longer, and then happened to collapse, so he returned to his own body?

And here is where Mordred hides his body?

But……

"My hands seem to be getting smaller?"

Shirou looked at his palms in amazement, they were a pair of white, small, rather young hands, not the hands full of vicissitudes and calluses in his memory.