I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 2056

But what made him famous was not Uyf's superb spear skills, nor was it his strategy like Agguivin's, but his cunning and changeability that matched his appearance.

Known as the cunning Jelanda.

Everyone in the empire didn't want to see him, even Bedivere.

Before the establishment of the Spears Alliance, if there was one person who would betray his loyalty to the Emperor of Heaven, everyone's first reaction must be Jelanda.

In fact, he was also a member of the Spiers Underground League very early on.

"Give up, Sir Jalanda." Bedivere pulled his wrist out of Jalanda's palm, and said to Jalanda with dim eyes.

"Mr. Bedivere... All Speth's companions have given up, are you going to give up too?" Jalanda stared into Bedivere's gloomy eyes.

"Hector...is dead." Bedivere said in a deep voice.

Gelanda is cunning and changeable, but even so, he is one of the twelve holy apostles, and has a 100 million-year-old affection for the other holy apostles.

Hector's death, for him, could not have been a blow.

"I know, everyone knows. That's why Speth disintegrated. But, is this giving up? Then, where is our loyalty to His Majesty?"

"The great change of the empire, the great change of His Majesty... This is simply our wishful thinking! On that throne, is the real Majesty! I saw it, I saw His Majesty's punishment falling from the sky, we have been silent in our We are so moved by ourselves! We——we were wrong!" Bedivere cried out in a broken voice.

Seeing the giant arm of the fallen Heavenly Emperor, how could he deny that the person on the throne was not the Heavenly Emperor?

"Can you say this again to your heart, Lord Bedwell." Jelanda looked at Bedivere seriously.

What's so difficult about this? The facts are already very clear, their thinking has gone wrong, they are just immersed in the self-movement of the loyalty to the Emperor of Heaven. However, Bedivere found that he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

"You can't deceive yourself, just like I can't deceive myself. Maybe you don't know, before I became a holy apostle, before this empire was eternal, I was a druid determined to save lives and heal the wounded. But because of my In terms of appearance, everyone regards me as a devil, a cunning master. In the end, I also became a cunning master willingly and depraved, living by deception. It was His Majesty the Traveler who redeemed me from the quagmire of self-denial."

"He told me, 'Where the flowers decay, people cannot live. It is true that the perfection of appearance and clothing can give people a sense of beauty, but the beauty of the heart, the beauty of wisdom, and the beauty of behavior can inspire people's sense of beauty. It is much stronger than the former. And there is a ray of light in the depths of my heart, with the fragrance of books, which is peaceful and far away.'Even if it has been too long, I have forgotten the face of His Majesty before he was sanctified, but this sentence is always imprinted on my mind.

"He gave me redemption, so I took it as my master and became a holy apostle. I am famous for being a fraud, but I can't deceive His Majesty, let alone myself."

Jalanda looked at Bedivere seriously: "The person on the throne is definitely not His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

"However, how do you know that His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has not changed? How do you know that this is not your own wishful thinking?" Bedivere asked loudly.

"I don't know, but I'm fighting for my Heavenly Emperor. Even if it's wrong, I'm going to be wrong all the way!"

"Then where do you put the empire? This may lead to the collapse of the empire..."

"So what?" Jelanda asked back: "I love the Empire because of Your Majesty, I also became a Holy Apostle because of Your Majesty, and it is because of Your Majesty that I endured this long time. For Your Majesty, even if this lifeless one is destroyed, So what about a world of dead souls without a future to speak of?" Jalanda asked back, her tone sonorous and forceful, with piety and madness, but her eyes were sober.

——If one day, you had to choose between the Emperor of Heaven and the Eternal Empire, who would you choose? ?

For some reason, Bedivere suddenly remembered the question that the old sword asked him. He was at a loss, but Jalanda in front of him had already answered.

If one day, one had to choose between the Emperor of Heaven and the Eternal Empire, Jalanda would choose not the empire that gave him humiliation and pain, but the Emperor of Heaven who redeemed him.

But what about Bedivere?

He found that he could neither respond to Jalanda nor look back.

He lingered on the boundary between the two, and was in great pain.

"I found you, Bedivere, Gelanda!" The holy apostle shouted, leading the divine guard, and rushed over.

Jelanda glanced at Bedivere, who had a cloudy expression, and pushed him into the cave.

"Geranda—"

"Look at your own heart, Bedivere. Who are you fighting for!"

Jalanda held a sharp gun, turned around and killed the holy apostle.

After all, he was also the holy apostle, broke through the siege of the divine legion, and nailed the holy apostle to the tree trunk with a single shot, but he was also pierced by the holy apostle's sword.

"I actually...will lose to you!"

"You guy who can't even keep his own beliefs, how could I lose to you?" Jalanda asked back.

"You, you. Hahaha—"

The Holy Apostle said sadly: "The crisis of the empire is not external, but our civil war."

"Although our bodies have gained permanence, our souls have long been rotten. At this moment, we are poisoned by the sinking poison, and we who get rid of permanence will also usher in death. For us, this is not a painful parting. It's the liberation of the soul."

"I understand, but what makes me sad is that the invulnerable [Arm of the Emperor of Heaven] actually collapsed because of our disunity of thought. It was caused by us. Gelanda, Bedivere... Ector's Death, we cannot escape the blame. We are even more ashamed of His Majesty, the empire is in danger of extinction because of us! Turn back, turn back... We were wrong..."

Sadly, the Holy Apostle closed his eyes forever.

The surrounding divine guards rushed up and cut off Jelanda's left arm and right leg, dripping with blood.

"Geranda—"

Bedivere couldn't bear it anymore, rushed out from the tree hole, swung his sword to drive back the surrounding divine guards, and fled away holding Jalanda's body.

The gurgling blood flowed down from between his fingers, and his body became colder and colder.

"Have you seen your heart clearly, Bedivere?" Jalanda's face was pale, and her anger was like a thread.

"Stop talking." Bedivere stopped, looking at Jalanda in his arms with a sad face.

"You still can't see your heart clearly. You can neither deceive yourself like him, nor stay awake like me. Bedivere, hesitating, is the most painful. The people on the emperor's throne are definitely not the emperor of heaven, At least he is not my Emperor of Heaven. Some people are affirming you, some are rejecting you, some are mocking you... But the road is ultimately under your feet."

"Stop talking, Jalanda!" Bedivere said with pain on his face.

"Whether to be loyal to His Majesty in memory like me, or to bow to the people on the Emperor's Throne in Agguiwen. The right to choose does not lie with me, nor with other people, but with yourself."

"This road is painful, this road is bloody...but when you have made up your mind, go here." Trembling, Jelanda took out a map from his arms and handed it to Bei deville.

"In this mountain, under the two intersecting trees, there is a thing that is very important to the empire. Whether you give that thing to Agravin or to the people on the throne, I will not Blame you, because my path has come to an end, and I have been, freed. But if you want to be as loyal to His Majesty in memory as I am, then send that thing to—send to—"

Jalanda's tone became a bit difficult, and her pupils became dilated. But as if to exhaust everything, for the one who redeemed him in memory, he transcended death and said, "Send to—, Avalon!"

After speaking, his pupils were dilated and he closed his eyes completely.

Perhaps, in those slack eyes, he saw the emperor who redeemed him in his memory.

"Mr. Jalanda—"

Bedivere groaned.

Another star has fallen.

When Shirou arrived, he only had time to see Bedivere holding Jalanda's mutilated and cold body, and he didn't recover for a long time.