Little Priest's Cat Diary

A volcanic eruption buried the once prosperous city of Ponwe under a mud of rubble and volcanic ash.

Before long, the mud hardens into rock.

The countless lives that were too late to escape, as well as the huge property in Pangwei City, known as the city of money, will be buried deep underground by the hard volcanic rocks.

The time of this city will stop at this moment forever.

It will sit quietly in the ground.

After waiting for thousands of years, or maybe thousands of years later, later generations will follow the clues in ancient books to find its traces, and let it see the light of day again.

At that time, posterity could only imagine its prosperity and glory, as well as the tragedy of its demise, from its surviving relics.

In any case, that was a long, long time later.

And now, after crying bitterly, the survivors of Ponway City wiped away their tears, left their destroyed city, and embarked on the road to their new homeland.

This is a huge migratory team.

When people feel restless and at a loss, they look ahead.

In front, the boy rode on the White Moon Deer and walked to the front of the crowd.

That figure was like a banner, guiding them in the direction they were going.

The golden hair reflects the sun, which is the brightest light in everyone's eyes.

Even on the way forward, the boy never looked back once, and never comforted them.

But just looking at that figure can eliminate all anxiety and hesitation, and make them feel at ease.

Riding on the side of the road, the red-haired phantom thief couldn't help but frowned as he watched the long line.

He galloped forward and ran to the front of the team.

"I said, are you really going to take this group of people to Schulte City?"

He rode close to Mia, frowned and said, "That northern city is too far away, and it would take at least seven or eight days to walk all the way with these people... No, it would take about ten days. "

He lowered his voice and said, "Isaiah, it is enough for you to bring them to a nearby city."

"Xidil, I know, you are used to being alone, and now it is hard for you to do so many things with me."

Mia turned her head sideways, looking at Sidir with blue eyes.

"I am very grateful to you, so, Hidir, you can leave, and then I will lead them forward."

"I really don't like this kind of trouble, and I really want to leave immediately as gracefully as before."

Shidir sighed.

"But if you really leave you old, weak, sick and disabled like this, I will definitely have nightmares about my sister again at night."

"It's my bad luck. Every time I meet you, it's a lot of trouble."

The phoenix eyes of the red-haired thief glanced over.

"Remember, you owe me one more time."

"Okay~~"

Miya's eyes narrowed.

"You haven't answered me yet, why do you have to go to Schulte City?"

"Although they used to be civilians or even wealthy businessmen, now they have lost their homes and have nothing on them. They are already equivalent to refugees."

Mia replied.

"No city lord is willing to take in so many refugees and add a large number of poor people or beggars to his city, unless..."

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Unless they are willing to sell themselves and become slaves, if so, the dignitaries of those cities will happily open their doors to welcome them."

Shidir said nothing.

Mia's words hit the nail on the head, and he couldn't refute.

He was silent for a while, and then said again: "What about Shult City? Can you guarantee that Shult City can take in these people and not force them to become slaves?"

"Hidir, you haven't been to Schulte City, have you?"

"Well, you also know that I usually run after treasures. I haven't heard of any precious treasures in that place, so I haven't been there."

Mia smiled.

"Yes, because there are no big nobles and rich merchants there, so naturally there will be no treasures you like."

"After all, it is close to the country of Ston, and it is a place where wars happen frequently. How could those dignitaries who are willing to live there be willing to settle there?"

Shidir curled his lips and sneered.

After finishing speaking, he immediately thought of something, and immediately showed a clear expression.

"So, you are right, that place is indeed suitable to be a new home."

The city of Schulte is close to the border, and the land is sparsely populated due to perennial wars. Although it has gradually begun to develop due to the stability of the border in the past ten years, the population has not increased for a while.

So, it needs a large population.

What Schulte City needs is not slaves, but citizens who can reclaim and plant land, or promote the circulation of property and pay taxes.

"However...the city of Schulte is not peaceful now. It is said that the third prince Sardis has now become the actual controller of that city, and King David, who passed by Pangwei City not long ago, went to conquer him."

Shidir counted the time.

"Based on the time, the two sides should have been fighting for several days now, but we just don't know who the final winner will be."

"........."

Miya's gaze paused slightly.

That fiery sunset.

A field soaked in blood.

The spear in Sardis's hand stretched straight forward.

The blood-colored spear tip that pierced King Davie's chest.

The scene he once saw with his own eyes reappeared in his mind at this moment.

[During the Battle of Schulte City, the tyrant Sardis killed his father. 】

【The cruel king stepped on the corpse of his own father and stepped onto the throne. 】

Mia raised her head and looked towards the far north.

The war recorded in history has already begun.

That war between father and son.

But now it was too late for him to reach Sardis, let alone stop the war.

It seems that this time, fate has once again embarked on the same tragic trajectory as in the previous life.

…………

No.

Different.

He knows better than anyone.

The current Sardis is different from the Sardis of that life.

Staring at the north, the boy's eyes are like azure sapphires under the sun, bright as morning stars.

He believed in him.

He believed in Sardis.

...............

..............................

Time is slowly passing by.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield has never stopped.

The setting sun was like a fire, obliquely covering the blood-colored field.

Black crows spread their wings and fluttered on the edge of the field, their mournful cries resounding through the earth.

People kept falling to the ground, and the blood from their bodies soaked into the depths of the soil.

The whole wilderness is filled with the breath of blood.

On the battlefield, King David stood standing on horseback.

He held the silver gun tightly in his hand, and stared at the front with burning eyes.

That awe-inspiring posture is like fighting on the battlefield countless times in the past.

But now, he's panting.

The rapid consumption of physical strength made him gasp heavily.

How long have you been fighting Sardis?

He can't remember.

Sweat slid down his forehead and seeped into the corners of his eyes, his vision was blurred for a moment, and his eyes were slightly stinging.

He shook his head vigorously, shaking off the dripping sweat.

King Davie stared at the opposite side with sharp eyes, but there was a hint of bewilderment hidden under the sharp eyes.

He has fought on the battlefield for more than 20 years, and on the battlefield, he has always been invincible.

The silver gun in his hand took the lives of countless powerful enemies.

Everyone said that he was the king on the battlefield, and no one could stand in his way.

He never thought that it was actually his child standing in front of him, preventing him from taking a step forward.

There was a muffled clang.

King David waved his hand, and slammed the point of the spear that was stabbing him away.

Sardis rode past him on his horse.

A strand of blond hair brushed against his cheek.

King David swung the silver spear backhand.

The heavy gun barrel suddenly swept towards Sardis.

Bang!

Sardis raised his hand and raised the spear behind him, blocking the blow.

The violent impact was transmitted through the barrel of the gun to the hand holding the gun tightly, and King Davie felt his jaw go numb.

He clenched the barrel of the gun tightly, galloped his horse forward a few steps, and then turned the horse's head.

The king with gray temples was breathing more and more quickly at this moment.

The fiery red sunset on the horizon was reflected on his sweaty side cheeks.

The light of the setting sun was a bit dazzling, and King Davie closed his eyes.

The din of the battlefield echoed in his ears.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to that moment.

Over the years, the moment that appeared in his dreams countless times.

The harsh sunlight.

The bright red earth.

Noisy battlefield.

The comrades who fought side by side with him for more than 20 years fell on the ground and at his feet.

He lowered his head, watching the blood flowing out from under Tellea's body gathered into a pool of blood.

He saw his feet, deeply immersed in a pool of blood.

The sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded.

The tip of the spear was like a cold light, roaring again.

King Davie raised his hand abruptly.

The body of the gun once again blocked the point of the gun that pierced his chest.

The strong vibration made his mouth numb again, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

What a powerful force.

he thinks.

How could Sardis be so powerful?

Although Sardis has never broken through his defense so far, he has never hurt Sardis at all.

Not because he was lenient, but——

He looked up and looked at the young man opposite him.

In just five years, the young man who could even be described as thin and weak had grown to the point where he was evenly matched.

No, it can no longer be said to be evenly matched.

The tiger's mouth was numb, and he felt that his arms were extremely heavy at the moment, his muscles began to become stiff, and his physical strength was exhausted much faster than before.

All of this may be because of the strength of the opponent, or it may be because of...

【Your Majesty, you are getting old. 】

Do not!

It's not like this!

An unprecedented sense of fear surged from the depths of his body.

King David looked at Sardis who was standing opposite him on horseback.

Heroic, powerful and fearless.

Much like him when he was young.

And in the eyes of Sardis, what does he look like at this moment?

【You are old...】

No.

He is not old yet.

He is still king of Portoyas!

He is still the invincible and powerful king on the battlefield!

A great sense of fear swept through the whole body accompanied by a anger that came from nowhere.

He trembled all over.

With a fierce light in his eyes, he urged the steed, just like countless times before, and rushed forward with an indomitable momentum.

The silver spear in his hand struck his young enemy like lightning--

Almost at the same instant.

Sardis also galloped towards him.

In a posture exactly like his.

There was a cold gleam in the strange-colored pupils.

The spear in his hand also stabbed at him with extreme ferocity——

In the scorching air, different gun points collided fiercely.

Exactly.

The two sharp guns buzzed and vibrated strongly at the same time.

King David felt an unimaginable shock coming from the tiger's mouth, and the hand holding the gun instantly lost consciousness.

A bang.

The silver gun came out of his hand, spun an arc in the air, and leaped to the side.

He lost his mind for a moment.

I don't know if it was because of the severe pain from his wrist, or because of the silver gun that flew past his eyes.

His absent-minded pupils reflected the tip of the spear stabbing at him like a bamboo shoot.

At this moment, the bloody spear point piercing out of Tellea's throat emerged in his mind.

And now, he will meet the same fate as Tellea at the place where Tellea died.

How ironic.

He will die at the gun of his son.

At the moment when Sardis' spear tip was about to penetrate King David.

His eyes flickered slightly.

The tip of the spear he stabbed forward made a very small arc to the side.

The cold spear tip almost brushed against the edge of King Davie's neck.

A bloodstain appeared on the side of King David's neck.

He looked at Sardis absently.

A strand of old white hair fluttered down from his cheek.