Little Priest's Cat Diary

In an eventful year, on this continent, a war that the world finds unbelievable took place.

The two parties at war were the Kingdom of Ston and the Kingdom of Portoyas.

Ston's [-] troops went south to attack Portoyas, which was severely injured by the sea people's attack.

Well, it's called [-].

Of course, even if the so-called [-] is not really reached, there are still about [-] troops.

Anyway, before this overwhelming force, the world believed that the defeat of Portoyas, which had only [-] troops to fight, would be a matter of time.

Some people have already lamented the impermanence of the world.

Portoyas has really had a rough and difficult life these years.

This is an ancient country with a long history, and it has gradually declined with the passage of time.

——From prosperity to decline.

More than ten years ago, there was a royal turmoil, and the nobles of various cities declared themselves kings, and the country was torn apart.

It was about to fall apart and die completely.

It happened that a British lord, King David, suddenly emerged, and reunified and settled Portoyas with his own strength, and even brought Portoyas to prosperity step by step.

——From decline to prosperity.

Seeing that Portoyas' national strength is gradually increasing, perhaps in a dozen years, it will be able to become one of the most powerful countries in the mainland.

According to legend, the people of the sea who dragged a powerful empire to death suddenly appeared and attacked Podoyas. The king and crown prince died in battle one after another, and one-third of the land was taken away.

——From prosperity to decline again.

In just over ten years, the ups and downs and ups and downs of Portoyas are really breathtaking.

This time, a [-]-strong army from Ston invaded, and Prince Portoyas led an army of [-] to fight.

This battle, no matter how you look at it, is a deadly situation.

Many people sighed unceasingly, thinking that although Porto Yas had accidentally extended his life for more than ten years, the country would still perish after all.

The kingdom on the verge of extinction, the last prince, faced with an invincible enemy, resolutely led his army to the battlefield, heading towards the doomed end.

Ah, what a tragic scene——

Ah, what a beautiful legend——

Many bards from other countries have even half-written the ballads of the tragic war in which the prince of the subjugated country died, and began to sing them as soon as the war was over.

It's hard to say, but my own songs can be passed down through the ages?

however……

Stone lost.

When the news spread, the entire continent was in an uproar.

Stone lost.

What the hell was copied from the lair.

The inner courtyard was on fire, and his own royal city was shot down by Podoyas.

If you want to sum up the experience of Porto Yass over the past ten years, it is probably...

It's going to perish - it's suddenly gasping for breath - it's going to perish again - it's alive again!

Bystanders: ………

This ups and downs, ordinary people are so rare that they watch it with gusto, but it is very unpleasant for the kings of other countries.

Waiting for the meat to be divided after the demise of Porto Yas, they always have the illusion that they are being played again and again.

In particular, Mengast, who is a neighboring country of Portoyas, has been tricked from the previous king to the current king Nassar. Every time, he watched the meat that had reached his mouth jump out again.

It is said that King Nassar, who heard the news, was so angry that he smashed the head of the returning envoy with a glass cup on the spot.

Today, the Ston army has quickly withdrawn its troops.

Everyone in the world felt that this war of annihilating the country ended in such an anticlimactic manner.

However, the reality is not like this.

No one expected that the Portoyas army, who had suffered successive defeats in front of the Ston people not long ago and was forced to retreat step by step, would dare to attack on a large scale when the Ston people withdrew their troops.

The Stonians withdrew their troops hastily.

King Ston and the nobles left in a hurry with the army because they were worried about their home that was copied.

As soon as King Ston left, the leaders of the various tribes naturally took care of themselves and became a mess.

The fighters on Porto Yas' side have been suffocated for a long time, and now they don't have to pretend to be defeated. They are like tigers out of the cage, with an astonishing momentum.

On the other hand, on the side of Ston, their morale had already declined due to the fall of the royal city, and they never thought that the Portoyas people would be so bold as to dare to take the initiative to attack their [-] (so-called) soldiers with a mere [-] soldiers and horses. They were caught off guard for a while.

Coupled with the fact that they are fighting each other, it is a mess.

In the end, it was the Portoyas people who defeated the Ston people with less.

Not only that, but at the same time...

King Ston and a group of nobles led the army of the tribes directly under them and hurried back to the royal city.

As I said before, the royal city of Ston is located deep in the prairie of Ston.

The Ston prairie is an extremely vast place with unpredictable weather. Sometimes even Ston people themselves get lost in the prairie, let alone people from other countries.

Once the army of other countries goes deep into the prairie, it will be easily surrounded by the various tribes of Ston from all directions, cutting off the way back.

Therefore, over the years of ups and downs in the royal cities of other countries, they have more or less encountered the crisis of soldiers approaching the city. Only the royal city of Ston has never been able to fight in front of it.

This was once a matter of pride for the people of Ston.

It's just that no one thought that the first time that the city of Kingston was approached by foreign soldiers, it would fall directly to the enemy.

This day, the sky is clear.

The strong wind howled over the grassland, driving the grass to undulate like waves.

Here is a flat grassland.

A place not far from Kingston City is the only place to go to Kingston City.

In the past, there was only the sound of the wind and the soft rustling of the grass.

But now, the sound of gold and iron horse resounds between heaven and earth.

The horses were galloping, and the horseshoes splashed mud or grass blades on the ground.

The blood-stained blades criss-crossed and passed, making harsh impact and friction sounds.

Wearing armor and a strong figure, King Ston charged across the battlefield with a long knife, his face ashen.

In order to recapture the royal city, he hurried back with nearly [-] troops from his headquarters.

But what is unexpected is that the Podoyas people with only [-] soldiers and horses are obviously sparse in strength, but they did not defend the city. Lay an ambush.

King Ston was in a hurry to return to the royal city, and subconsciously felt that the prairie was his territory, so the army rushed all the way and rarely sent scouts.

Inadvertently, they were ambushed, and countless elite cavalry were lost in the pits dug in advance.

Despicable Portoyas!

King Ston was in a rage at the moment.

What made him furious the most was that the number of enemy troops was not the 2 soldiers and horses that he had heard before, but more than [-]—most of them were from Ston.

Damn rebels!

These lowly commoners!

How dare they—

Once again, he slashed down heavily with the knife, and blood splashed on King Ston's sinister face.

His eyes were fierce, and he exuded a terrifying evil spirit.

After he regained the royal city, he would tie all the rebels alive on the desert, let the vultures peck their flesh and blood alive, and let them die in extreme pain!

He wants to let those lowly guys and all the people of Ston know the bloody price to be paid for betraying him!

He swore to the god of the earth—

While King Ston rushed from left to right, beheading the enemy fiercely, he was so ruthless in his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide.

In front of him, a magnificent white horse galloped towards him like a gust of wind.

The snow-white mane is dyed with large swaths of bright blood.

The hooves of the horses flew under their feet.

Blades of grass splashed under its hooves.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone from the sky to the earth.

On the steed, a young prince in silver armor holds a sharp gun.

The sharp spear tip skimmed the icy light in the sun.

Behind him, a bundle of long golden hair flew high in the air, like a golden lightning flashing across the sky.

The black metal mask on only one side is in perfect contrast with the waving golden forehead hair.

The pupils of different colors but with the same sharp and fierce light deeply reflected the shadow of King Ston in front of him.

The golden-haired prince's eyes are extremely terrifying, like the eyes of the top predators dominating this continent.

In a blink of an eye, the horse has roared.

Sardis waved his hand.

The spear stabbed out.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

That shot was like a thunderbolt splitting the sky.

That shot shattered the ground.

King Ston reflexively raised his long knife in front of him.

Keng!

The thick long knife snapped suddenly under the tip of the spear.

King Ston's dilated pupils reflected the point of the spear that looked like a little bit of cold light.

The tip of the gun is from far to near.

In the next second, blood spattered in front of his eyes.

The point of the gun pierced his throat.

Holding the broken long knife, his pupils were dilated.

He fell off his horse and landed on the grass.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

In the last second when he lost consciousness, the pupils enlarged to the limit reflected the back of the young prince in silver armor.

The cloak, dyed red by the blood of countless people killed by the sharp gun, flew high behind the young prince, like a bloody flame burning behind the prince.

Incomparably hot, as fierce as the sun.

It seems that it can be swept away with the howling wind, burning the whole earth in it.

The Kingdom of Ston may be just the beginning of this terrible fire.

…………

The onlookers across the continent were stunned.

More than ten days ago, Portoyas was in the midst of life and death.

After more than ten days, Portoyas wiped out the country of Stone with a backhand?

Of course, it is an exaggeration to say that the country of Ston died.

Prince Sardis succeeded in ambush, defeated the army of King Ston's headquarters, and killed King Ston with one shot.

Artudode, the great sage who led the uprising of the people of Ston in the royal city, executed all the Ston royal family by the sect forces he founded, and supported a young boy who belonged to the distant relative of Ston King as the new Ston King.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is just a puppet, and it is a puppet destined to be used only for excess and not to sit on the throne for long.

The great sage led the congregation to serve under the command of Prince Sardis.

Without the Ston royal family, the other Ston tribes have become wandering generals, which are insufficient to support and can be conquered one by one in the future.

Today, the country of Ston is dead in name only.

Everything happened so fast that people were caught off guard.

Even if other countries wanted to intervene in order to maintain balance, it was completely too late, so they could only accept the result depressingly.

And Portoyas, the new crown prince, showed amazing military ability, decisive and capable decision-making power, risky military style, and the boldness of trusting in the foreign race that served him in this battle. , which attracted the attention of the world.

Everyone was amazed, another military genius was born.

What is even more incredible is that this young man is only nineteen years old and has just come of age.

It is hard to imagine how terrifying the young crown prince will grow up in the future.

…………

No matter how the world talks about the young crown prince, Sardis has returned to the city of Schulte.

There were seven or eight thousand cavalry when we went out, and doubled to twenty thousand when we returned.

Of course, it is still dominated by Stonians.

The Dun people were moved by Sardis' trust, and even more loyal to him from the bottom of their hearts.

Later, in Sardis's future battles across the land, the Ston people have always been his loyal swords, and made great achievements for him in the north and south.

Of course, this is a long time later.

In addition to those Ston people who served, there was a special person who came back with Sardis.

In the evening, footsteps sounded in the City Lord's Mansion.

Walking into the room with Antiste, Mia looked up and saw the old man standing in the room.

The old man's hair is already white, but his face looks quite young.

He is not tall, even a little shorter than Mia.

But standing there, the old man gave people a feeling of being as majestic as a mountain.

He has a pair of blue eyes, not the slightest turbidity that an old man should have in his eyes, but as clear as a child, and there is a faint light of wisdom flickering in the depths of his eyes.

Great Sage Artudodotus.

It is also……

"teacher."

Antiste walked over quickly.

"I said why every time I went to look for you in the past few years, I couldn't find anyone. When did you go to King Ston City?"

And he is still preaching there, and has received a large number of congregants.

But after thinking about it, he, a teacher who always does amazing things, can indeed do such things.

As soon as Mia entered the door, the old sage's eyes fell on Mia, looking at her carefully, while pondering, as if thinking about something.

When Mia looked at him, a smile appeared in the eyes of the old man.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by his disciple who spoke first.

He raised his hand, leisurely picked his ear with his little finger, and then spoke slowly.

"Itit, I haven't seen you for several years, and you are still so long-winded."

Antiste raised his eyes.

"To each other, no matter how many years have passed, Teacher, you still don't grow taller."

"..." The old man clutched his chest, "My disciple is really not cute at all."

Antiste smiled.

"It doesn't matter if you're not cute, as long as you're taller than you."

Mia who was watching from the side: "..."

For some reason, watching the two masters and apprentices come and go, he had a strange sense of déjà vu.

He was thinking complicatedly in his heart when a pair of arms stretched out from behind him.

Before he could react and wanted to turn around, those arms hugged him.

A familiar breath came from behind.

The man bowed his head from his shoulder, and the familiar long golden hair slipped from his eyes.

Sardis, who hugged him from behind, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile.

"I'm back, Mia."

As he spoke, he moved his head closer and rubbed Mia's hair.

Mia turned her head back, and met the pair of strange-colored eyes that reflected her figure, almost reflexively, he raised his hand and touched Sardis' head.

"Are you not hurt?" he asked.

Sardis rolled his eyes.

"of course not."

He raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "There are not many people in this world who can hurt me."

Having said that, his eyes softened, looked at Miya, and said softly, "You are one of them."

Mia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that she always slapped Sardis on the face unceremoniously, and she couldn't help laughing.

Sardis looked at the smiling young man in his arms, his eyes were gentle and intimate.

His lips moved, just about to say something.

Suddenly there was a cough, and Antiste coughed, instantly breaking the soft and intimate atmosphere between the two.

Mia seemed to have reacted, and turned around quickly.

Sardis narrowed his eyes, and exchanged glances with Antiste who glanced at him.

Antiste pretended not to know, and turned to look at the old sage.

"Teacher, this is what I often tell you in my letters, my disciple Mia."

The old sage nodded.

He beckoned to Mia.

"Come here, I have a very important question to ask you."

Mia walked over in confusion.

As soon as he passed by, the old sage put his arms around his shoulders.

Turning his back to the two people behind him, the old man leaned closer and put his head against him, even lowering his voice so that only the two of them could hear it.

"Good boy, this question is related to the future happiness of little Sal, so you must answer me honestly."

Mia nodded, and the solemn tone of the old man made him nervous.

"Little Sal..."

"Yes?"

"Isn't he good at that?"

Mia: "???"