Little Priest's Cat Diary

[Then, just prove to me your role. 】

Looking up at the back of Sardis disappearing into the night, the female Shah raised her lips.

This sentence made her understand how she could prove her role.

Although the crown prince didn't say anything, it was precisely because he didn't say anything that she could better guess what His Highness was thinking.

As she just said.

This crown prince is of the same kind as her.

The two crown princes before and after Portoyas are very different in any aspect.

The figure of the back that fell from her eyes like a bird with broken wings flashed in her mind, and the female Shah stood up.

She walked out of the room, raised her head, and looked at the endless night.

Her eyes are like a ferocious beast hiding in the darkness, flashing with a gloomy light that chooses to devour people.

In the depths of those eyes, there is a desire for flesh and blood.

The night is dark and windy, this is the best time.

She laughed.

That smile makes people feel cold all over.

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Under the night, a palace is located in a remote place in the corner of the royal city.

This is a small temple.

Because it is rarely used, it has not been repaired for a long time, and it looks a bit old.And because of the remote location of this small temple, very few people came here.

This palace is usually very quiet, but this day, it is extremely noisy.

A group of special people were imprisoned in the temple today.

A group of noble people.

The female Shah has a decisive style of acting, and she will do it to the end.

After making up her mind to surrender, she directly arrested the group of Portoyas noble officials who had served her without saying a word.

The four or five leaders among them were directly beheaded by her—it was when she stood outside the city gate and surrendered to Sardis that she dedicated the head to Sardis.

The remaining fifty or sixty people were imprisoned in this palace together by her.

Even if this group of people are traitors, they are also from Portoyas, so naturally they have to be handed over to the crown prince of Portoyas himself.

After all, she still couldn't figure out the temperament of the crown prince at that time, and didn't know his attitude towards this group of people, so of course she didn't dare to make her own claims.

These fifty or sixty noble officials of Portoyas have been locked in the palace since noon.

At the beginning, they were still silent because the female Shah had beheaded the leaders, and they were honestly escorted here by the sea militiamen.

But as time went by, they were hungry, thirsty and tired and couldn't bear it anymore.

How could this group of people who have been well-clothed and well-fed since childhood, and who have always been superior, endure this kind of suffering.

In addition, even if they were locked up, they could still hear the cheers resounding from outside the city, so they knew that Prince Sardis had entered the city to regain control of the royal city.

In this way, they are even less willing to endure it.

They rely on their status and feel that even if they have betrayed, they are all superior nobles and officials.

In particular, their families have a long history and great influence, and the various families are intertwined, and they have a decisive force in the royal city.

Even the King of Portoyas could not ignore the power gathered by these families with a very long history.

No matter how much Prince Sardis hated them, it was impossible to execute them all.

They felt that it would be a big deal for them to give up most of their power to Prince Sardis. Although it hurts, they could save their lives anyway.

They began to talk to the sea folk generals who guarded them, trying to get them to let them go.

But the general guarding them was not only horrifying in appearance, but also a dead-headed person. No matter how eloquent they were and threatened and lured them, the general replied that it was an order given to him by Shah.

As long as the Shah does not give new orders, he will not let people go.

After talking for a long time, the aristocratic officials who spoke dryly were angry and anxious, but there was still nothing they could do.

Tossing like this until late at night, when they were so sleepy and couldn't bear it any longer and planned to rest first, suddenly, the gate of the palace opened.

One person strode in.

She walked into the brightly lit hall from the night.

The light cast her long shadow on the ground.

The young female Shah was as tall as any man here, and her figure was much stronger and fitter than them.

When she strode in, a strong wind followed her into the hall, cooling down the hot hall due to the crowd.

It was obviously a sultry summer night, but everyone in the hall felt a chill down their backs for no reason.

But the chill passed by in a flash, and everyone thought it was because of the night wind blowing in suddenly.

When they saw the female Shah, their sleepiness disappeared.

Although many people still looked up, joy was already gushing from the bottom of their hearts.

The female shahs are here, and they don't have to stay in the hands of the sea people any longer.

Even if the crown prince wants to judge their crimes and temporarily prevent them from going home, it will be handing them over to the Portoyas people.

In the hands of the Portoyas, at least they don't have to worry as much as before.

If the family forces are allowed to operate, their situation will be much better.

A few older and high-ranking nobles took the lead, and everyone rushed towards the female Shah—and also to the door that opened behind the female Shah.

They couldn't wait to leave this dilapidated palace.

This kind of broken place is simply tarnishing their noble status.

But before they reached the female Shah, a group of tall and strong sea militia soldiers rushed in from the gate, passed the female Shah, and stopped in front of them.

"Shah, you are now a prisoner of the Portoyas."

The leading old noble was stopped by the soldiers, stared at the female Shah, and said threateningly.

"In any case, I am also a high-ranking nobleman of Portoyas. Even if there is a trial, only the crown prince is qualified to judge me."

"You group of surrendered soldiers don't get out of the way!"

"It's not up to you, a woman, to intervene in the internal affairs of our Podoyas."

"If there is anything wrong with our group of people, what can you explain to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

The group of people who were still groveling and submissive in front of me just a day ago were confronting me with their chests upright, and they all looked unceremonious, but there was no trace of anger on the female Shah's face.

Instead, she smiled.

"Everyone in Portoyas, I am indeed here to see you off."

Although she was smiling, the eyes she glanced at those people were very indifferent.

The young female Shah is a ruthless and vengeful person.

But only for a certain type of people, she is very tolerant.

She raised her hand and waved.

Another large group of people poured into the hall.

The influx of the second group of people was accompanied by countless screams, cries, and shouts suppressing fear.

There were male and female voices, some old voices, and some very immature voices.

The pupils of the leading old noble shrank suddenly, and he saw his old wife and children and grandchildren among the group of people who were forcibly pushed in by the sea militia soldiers.

Not only him, but the group of noble officials in the hall found familiar faces among the crowd.

They were stopped in the main hall and watched in astonishment as their relatives and clansmen were rudely pushed in by the group of sea militiamen.

Originally, there were only five or sixty people in the main hall, but it became more than 60 people in just an instant.

The hall has become a complete mess.

All the family members of these noble officials, men, women, young and old, were all brought to this temple.

The old nobleman looked blankly at the female Shah, he vaguely realized something, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and flooded his whole body in an instant.

He vaguely guessed something but didn't want to believe it, his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"You, what are you going to do..."

Before he could say anything, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

The fine iron short sword in the female Shah's hand pierced his abdomen, and when it was pulled out, the white blade turned into a red blade.

Blood sprayed half of the female Shah's face, and the brown skin was stained with a bright red color.

The lights in the main hall flickered slightly, reflecting her side cheeks into a deeper color of blood.

The tip of her tongue gently licked away the warm blood splashed on the corner of her lips, and the smile in her eyes seemed to be tasting the most delicious thing in the world.

There was undisguised excitement on her face.

The killing and blood stimulated her, making all the blood in her body boil.

Only one pair of eyes is cold and cruel.

The vicious sharks in the sea have always survived by devouring the flesh and blood of others.

The weak eat the strong.

The world is always like this.

Holding a sharp knife dripping with blood, she said, "Do it."

The female Shah gave an order, and the sea militiamen drew out their sharp daggers.

The already noisy hall exploded in an instant, and the terrified people ran around, crying and wailing.

This group of aristocrats who have always been high and noble, when facing death, are no different from the commoners and slaves they think are lowly.

Unarmed and powerless, they can only be slaughtered.

The so-called fleeing was futile. There were stone walls on three sides, and the open gate was firmly guarded by soldiers. No matter how they escaped, they couldn't escape this extremely small palace at the moment.

The sea militiamen waved their sharp knives again and again, and blood sprayed on the gray-white wall.

The blood on the stone pillar trickled down.

One after another, people fell on the blue slate, lying in a pool of blood, unable to get up again.

The old noble who was first stabbed by the female Shah was still alive, lying on the ground, struggling in a pool of blood.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at the nightmare-like scene in front of him in disbelief.

But there was an extremely real severe pain in his abdomen, telling him that this was not a dream.

When he saw his last young great-grandson die by the soldier's sword, he couldn't control it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of hatred, and he looked ferociously at the female Shah standing in front of him.

"how dare you--"

His face was terribly contorted.

"The crown prince will not let you go!"

He yelled at the female Shah at the top of his lungs.

The female Shah glanced down at him, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, with indifferent sarcasm.

This glance made the old nobleman feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

In an instant, he suddenly understood something.

How dare she—?

Of course she dared.

Because the master behind this vicious dog... the one behind her...

The old noble opened his eyes wide and swallowed his last breath in despair.

The light reflected on his pale face, and he opened his eyes, dying with regret.

A strong smell of blood spread in the hall, and the bluestone floor was already soaked in blood.

The so-called mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood is probably like this.

The moonlight came in through the skylight, and the originally deserted moonlight was also dyed a thrilling blood.

Wails, screams, one after another.

More than 300 people were slaughtered alive.

This palace, this night is hell on earth.

Half an hour later, there was no one standing in the hall.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and some of them might still be alive, because faint groans of pain and cries for help could be faintly heard coming from it.

The female Shah stood in front of the gate, her eyes swept across the hall emotionlessly.

Yes, she is tolerant only to a certain type of people.

—a person who is about to die.

The oil was splashed on every corner of the hall by the soldiers. She took the torch from her subordinates and looked down at the people lying on the ground in front of her.

Someone was still alive, dragging his blood-stained body, crawling towards her with difficulty, his eyes full of horror and pleading.

The female Shah smiled.

As soon as she raised her hand, she threw the torch to the ground under the desperate eyes of the few remaining people.

With a bang, the fire ignited.

The flames quickly spread throughout the temple along the oil on the ground and the curtains between the stone pillars.

The female Shah walked out of the gate.

Scarlet flames blazed behind her.

Soon, the entire temple was on fire.

The flames that burned the entire palace were extremely spectacular.

The raging fire sprayed flames into the sky, dyeing the sky red.

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In the dark night, in the room above the high tower of the Sea God Temple, Miya suddenly woke up from her dream.

He pressed his chest, his heart beating chaotically.

An indescribable feeling of palpitation made him gasp for several breaths, and it took him a while to recover.

The lights in the room had already been turned off, but in the dark night, there was a fire shining on his cheek.

Mia got out of bed.

The wind blows from the outside, blowing the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows high.

The thin veil passed before his eyes, and he stepped on the cold bluestone floor with bare feet, and walked outside through the French windows.

Mia stood on a high balcony, looking down at the earth.

The wind blew the pale golden hair in front of his eyes.

The cold breath rises from the soles of his bare feet little by little, and penetrates deep into his body.

He is standing.

I saw the blazing flames on the land in the distance.

He opened his eyes.

The crimson fire reflected into the depths of his blue pupils, as if dyed his irises with a layer of blood that could never be erased.