Little Priest's Cat Diary

There was a dead silence in the room, only the rapid breathing of the young man who had just rushed over after seeing the situation was not good echoed in the room.

Click.

There was another inaudible sound.

There was another thin crack in the upper left corner of the obsidian chair back.

The few golden strands of long hair blown by the wind of the fist fluttered down gently in the silence.

It was the same color as the blond hair that fell from Sardis' shoulders to his chest.

It is obviously the same golden color, but for some reason, the princess's golden hair gives people a feeling of extreme coldness, which is completely opposite to Sardis's dazzling golden hair.

Sardis's eyes clearly reflected the astonishingly beautiful face of the woman right in front of him.

There seemed to be a frozen arc of wind and frost passing by the edge of the iris of different colors, and in the fundus of his eyes, there was a faint storm raging.

It's just that the terrible storm was forcibly suppressed by its master.

"You can despise yourself as much as you want."

Sardis said, pulling back his hand and straightening up.

He said blankly, "But don't disgust me."

Throwing the next sentence coldly, Sardis turned around and was about to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he almost collided with Mia who was standing behind him.

Mia stood right in front of him.

She raised her head and stared at him with a pair of blue eyes.

The violent lion who was still in the sky for a minute before fainted in an instant.

He pursed his lips and whispered, "I didn't hit her."

Mia ignored his low-pitched defense, and said directly, "Give me your hand."

"……Oh."

The big lion that was caught active raised its paw obediently.

Mia held Sardis' hand, glanced at it and frowned.

No matter how powerful the force is, it is still a body of flesh and blood.Of course, it is impossible to be unscathed if you smash it on a hard rock without finger cots.

That punch left several obvious bloodstains on the back of Sardis' right hand.

This guy's going crazy is really...

Just didn't see it at a glance.

It seems that you have to keep an eye on it all the time.

While Mia muttered in her heart, she took out a small white jar from her waist.

As soon as it was opened, a faint medicinal scent wafted out.

He practiced archery since he was a child, and it was inevitable that he often hurt his fingers, so the teacher specially made this ointment for him.

It can not only reduce inflammation, stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, but also protect skin.

It is precisely because of using this ointment all the year round that the skin on his hands is extremely tender and fair except for the thin calluses at the key position where he shoots the arrow.

No matter how you look at it, people feel that these hands are more like hands playing the piano than archery.

Mia always carried the ointment with her, and it happened to be used on this guy's hand at this moment.

Sardis raised his paw obediently.

He looked down at Mia who was carefully applying the creamy ointment on the back of his hand, and the storm in his eyes had already dissipated.

The young man's pale golden hair reflected in his pupils, refracting the sunlight, like glimmers flickering in his eyes.

He looked at the boy with undisguised tenderness, deep nostalgia, and deep longing.

At this moment, neither Mia, who was concentrating on applying the medicine, nor Sardis, who was only looking at Mia, noticed that behind them, the eyelashes of Princess Operala, who seemed to be indifferent to everything, moved slightly.

She watched the two boys quietly.

From her calm gaze, it was impossible to see what she was thinking at the moment.

"Mi..."

Sardis wanted to say something, but just made a sound.

with a snap.

After applying the ointment, Mia raised her head and slapped Sardis on the head.

Sardis: "..."

Mia patted his head very lightly, and her voice was actually very low.

It's just that the whole room was too quiet, so the snap was very clear.

Mia raised her head and stared at Sardis, her eyes looked a little fierce.

"Get out and stand outside."

He said fiercely to Sardis.

Sardis pursed his lips and did not speak, staring at Miya with a pair of strange eyes, there was a faint look of grievance in his eyes.

Looking at the tall man in front of him with aggrieved eyes, the young man who said 'I'm angry and fierce' a second ago couldn't help laughing.

The hand he patted on Sardis's head gently stroked the golden hair under his hand.

No matter how you look at that action, it seems to be coaxing people.

"Go out and stand."

The boy repeated again.

It's just that this time the tone of the speech is much better.

Mia touched Sardis' head again and smiled.

Then, he walked forward across Sardis and came to Princess Operala.

Sardis looked back at him, thought for a while, and obediently walked out the door.

The princess sat on the obsidian seat and looked up at the boy who was walking towards her.

Long golden hair hung down on both sides of her snow-like slender neck.

Her appearance seemed to be the same as when they first met, and time had never left the slightest trace on this dreamlike face.

Mia stood in front of the princess.

The princess sat and looked at him quietly.

The scene in front of him was inexplicably familiar.

Time seemed to jump back a long time ago, when Mrs. Opelila had just become a princess.

It was also in the same room, the princess was sitting on the obsidian chair like this, he was also the one who had just appeased the furious Sardis, and he was standing in front of Princess Opelila as he is now.

"Lady Opelilla."

The young man said in a low voice,

"A long time ago, I asked you, would you like to stay in the palace?"

"At that time, you didn't answer me."

"Now, I still want to ask again."

Mia said: "Mrs. Opelila, are you really willing to go to Moncaster?"

The princess looked at the boy in front of her.

That naive child back then has grown up a lot, like a tall and graceful green bamboo grown from a fresh bamboo shoot.

Time is passing by little by little, and fate is constantly advancing.

Some are born, some grow up, some leave, and some die.

Only she is always trapped in the same place.

"It doesn't matter where, who it is," she said.

She repeated the answer from six years ago: "Where, who, it doesn't matter."

She said calmly: "Fate has long been doomed, and there is no need to make a choice."

Long, long ago, she had understood.

She is just a pawn used to guide fate forward.

She doesn't need to choose.

She has nothing to do, nothing to do.

In the dark, there is an invisible silk thread that pulls her to the doomed destiny track.

After she finished speaking calmly, she closed her eyes, and the shadow of her long eyelashes fell on her cheeks.

"Lady Opelilla."

Although she closed her eyes, the boy's voice still reached her ears.

Very close.

Mia leaned close to the princess, tilting her head slightly to her ear.

"General Treya did not die under the sword of Sardi many years ago."

Mia's voice was very soft, inaudible.

But what she said made Wang Hao's eyelashes tremble, she opened her eyes and looked at Mia.

"King Davies did not die in Schulte, nor did he die at Sadie's gun."

"And you, Mrs. Opelila, you didn't die at his hands either."

After saying this, Mia raised her head, stepped back, and distanced herself from the princess.

"Everything has changed."

He says,

"Therefore, madam, there is no predetermined destiny."

The boy smiled at her.

The princess looked at him blankly.

The young man's eyes reflected her shadow, his eyes were like the boundless sea, full of refreshing blue, as if he could see the waves created by the free and wanton wind passing over the sea.

[That's...'hope'. 】

Princess Opelilla stretched out her hand in a daze, and lightly touched the corner of Mia's eyes with her fingertips.

Just as soon as she touched it, she seemed to suddenly recover from her absence, and withdrew her hand.

She turned her head and stopped looking at Mia.

She said, "You go."

Mia looked at her and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"........."

"Mrs. Opelila, Sardis and I have grown up."

"I am not General Tellea, and Sardis is not King David."

Mia stared at her and repeated softly.

"Sadie isn't them."

"You shouldn't think of him as one of them."

The boy took a light breath.

He said, "So, Mrs. Opelilla, what choice are you going to make now?"

...her choice?

Opelila looked up at the young man in front of her, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Can she make her own choices?

No, it is not possible.

Many years ago, the moment she became a priest of Luna, the moment she saw her future, her fate was fixed.

That is the mission she was born with and must undertake.

Her life is doomed to only follow the future she sees, there is no other way.

When she still had a heart, when her soul was still alive, she also resisted and struggled.

She tries to escape from this future.

She tried in vain to change her unbearable fate.

However, she cannot escape.

Whenever she is out of the trajectory of fate, she will die soon.

When she awoke from the dead, she was horrified to find that she had returned to the moment when she tried to escape the choice of fate again.

She is not reconciled.

She is still trying to break free.

Flee from fate.

Died.

Then wake up again, back to square one.

And so on and on and on and on.

It was as if an invisible thread bound her somewhere, dragging her marionette back to the correct track again and again.

Once, twice.

Ten times, twenty times.

……

A hundred times, a hundred and one times...

She couldn't remember how many times she had died.

Her memory gradually blurred.

Her heart and her emotions seemed to be fading and shattering little by little as she died again and again.

Finally one day, 'she' disappeared.

At that time, I don't know how many times she died and came back to life. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the original starting point again.

She thought, forget it.

Instead of struggling in endless samsara, it is better to go to destruction according to the established destiny.

At least when it's all over, she can be completely relieved.

...so, so be it.

So be it.

…………

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

"Mrs. Opelilla, please tell me, are you really willing to go to Moncaster?"

The young man's gentle voice rang in her ears, waking her out of her trance.

"I……"

She opened her lips, and a trace of voice leaked from the vermilion lips.

She looked up.

She saw the boy's eyes.

It is vast and boundless, like an endless ocean, and the meaning of blue is like the sea and sky, which is a kind of vivid beauty.

Her mind went blank at this moment.

She thought she would remember a lot of things, she thought she would remember a lot of people, but she couldn't remember anything.

She looked down, staring blankly at her hands.

'She' should have disappeared.

In the countless times of death, in the countless reincarnations, little by little, it was obliterated and disappeared.

So, who is the whole person here now?

She thought she was indifferent to anyone and indifferent to everything.

But deep down in her heart, she has been waiting for the emergence of 'hope'.

She thought she longed for death and liberation.

However, at the moment when she narrowly escaped from death under Sardis, deep in her heart she was grateful that she survived.

It turned out that she was still not reconciled after all.

Unwilling to just end his life like a marionette.

She thought that 'she' had long been obliterated, but in fact 'she' was still there.

"I……"

The slightly pale lips trembled slightly, making an almost broken sound.

"...I don't want to."

She opened her eyes, and the shockingly emerald green jewel eyes were covered with a hazy mist.

A drop of tear oozed from the corner of the eye, adorning the ends of the trembling eyelashes, which would not fall, and the water shone a little.

The slender eyelashes dotted with teardrops trembled slightly.

Like the incomplete wings of a butterfly imprisoned in a spider web.

Broken, but with an astonishing beauty.

Opelina looked at Mia, and made her own voice with trembling lips.

She said, "I don't want to."