Little Priest's Cat Diary

Clouds were gathering, the wind was howling, and the bushes were shaking.

Tiny raindrops had already fallen, and seeing that there was about to be a torrential downpour, people who were still outside rushed into the house one after another.

However, at this moment, Faer strode out from the room of the City Lord's Mansion.

He walked fast.

The black boots under his feet stomped heavily on the stone slabs, making dull footsteps, one after another, which was extremely loud in the empty courtyard.

This knight commander, who is said to be a slave but could become the crown prince's confidant, is always dressed in black armor, just like his hair and eyes, dark as the night.

Although he has a good appearance, his stern face is usually expressionless, like a cold and hard stone, difficult to approach.

At this moment, Faer still had a cold face, as if it was no different from usual.

But as long as you look carefully, you will see the dark mist and cold black light churning under his eyes.

The steed had been led by the servants at the door, Faer took the reins and was about to get on the horse.

Suddenly a chubby figure ran up to him.

With a cold face, he opened his mouth and wanted to tell the other party to go away, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a child.

A chubby kid.

He raised his small head and looked at Faer who was much taller than him.

"Uncle Isaiah told me that if I have something to tell him, I will come to you, and you will convey it to me."

He pestered his uncle for two whole days before he let his uncle let go and brought him into the city lord's mansion today.

"Here."

The little fat man handed Faer a bulging bag in his hand.

"You help me bring all these to my little uncle."

As soon as the bag was shaken, there was a crisp sound of gold coins colliding inside.

"I promised my little uncle that I will make money for him to spend." The little fat man said cheerfully, "Look, I earned all of this myself. Help me tell my little uncle that you can buy whatever you want."

Faer didn't speak. He looked at the happy-faced child in front of him, and at the bag of gold coins that the little fat boy held up, still showing no emotion on his face.

But his pupils trembled invisibly at this moment.

He turned his head and got on his horse.

With a twitch of the whip, the horse galloped away like an arrow leaving the string, leaving only a cloud of dust.

The little fat man who was left on the spot still maintained the posture of holding the bag of gold coins high in his hand. He was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he was so angry that he jumped on the spot several times.

When the chubby body jumped, it looked like a round ball bouncing on the ground from a distance.

"Don't help me send it down."

After finishing his anger, the little fat man held the bag in his arms and muttered softly.

"I need to make more money. The third sister said that the little uncle will be the high priest, and the things he wears must be more precious than others."

He squinted and smiled broadly.

"When I earn more, I will go to Wangcheng by myself and give it to my little uncle with my own hands~~"

At that time, the little uncle will definitely pat his head and praise him, thinking that he is the best.

He was happily imagining the future scene, when suddenly, a pea-sized raindrop hit the tip of his fleshy nose, because it was so big and heavy, it hurt him a little.

He hurriedly ran into the stone corridor next to him, and as soon as he ran in, the downpour of rain fell with a bang.

The amount of rain was so heavy that it seemed to be falling down, and the bushes on the side were directly smashed to the ground.

The little fat man clicked his tongue, suddenly remembered Faer who had rushed out on horseback just now, and subconsciously looked in that direction.

During the storm, on the empty street, a steed braved the rain and rushed out of the gate of Schulte City.

The rain drenched Faer's body almost instantly.

The wet black hair clings to his dark brown cheeks, he clenches his teeth, water streaks flow from the ends of the hair into the corners of his eyes, seep out from the corners of the eyes, and slide down his cheeks.

His fingers holding the rein were tightened, and the rein had drawn blood on his fingers, but he seemed to be unstoppable.

In the heavy rain, the horses are galloping.

…………

Three days had passed since the shocking incident above the palace court.

In the evening, in a dark and narrow room, a faint yellow light flickered, shining on a terrifyingly pale face.

The woman sat cross-legged against the stone wall, with her head bowed, her messy brown hair hanging down, covering most of her face in a mess.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room, and only half of the woman's right arm was wrapped in a blood-red bandage.

There was a small skylight at the top of one stone wall, and the cold moonlight fell on her through the iron railing.

The woman sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, remained motionless, and could hardly feel any breath.

If it weren't for her chest still rising and falling slightly, she would have looked like a corpse.

After an unknown amount of time, there was an extremely slight sound of a key being twisted in the lock from outside.

The corner of the woman's eyes moved.

As the room opened, a tall figure walked in.

pat.

The thick soles of the boots stepped on the faded old wooden floor, and the sound of the footsteps was accompanied by a creaking sound.

It was extremely harsh in this almost dead room.

The woman raised her head, and there were several obvious scratches and reddish-brown scars on her face that had been slammed on the stone steps.

On that rather embarrassed face covered with dust and bloodstains, only a pair of eyes protruding from the messy hair still looked like the eyes of a wild beast.

She stared at the person like this, grinning with her blood-stained mouth.

"I'm waiting for you," she said.

"........."

The visitor stood silently without answering.

He stood at the door.

The moonlight came in from the door, making him in the shadow of the backlight, and he couldn't even see his appearance clearly.

The female Shah didn't seem to care whether she got a response or not, but continued talking on her own.

"In the past three days, I have been thinking about the previous things over and over again, thinking about what he said to me at that time."

"Then I found out that I seemed to have been tricked."

She raised her eyes and stared straight at the person coming.

In the dim light, her eyes gave people a sinister feeling like a poisonous snake.

She asked, "Did he ever tell you not to accept me?"

"........."

Still no answer.

But silence may be the answer.

The female Shah grinned again.

"Ha, I knew it, it really is!"

"I was tricked by such a brat, hahaha—"

She laughed so loudly that it was her own laughter that echoed throughout the room.

She laughed for a long, long time before stopping.

"Since he has already managed to plot against me with his life, it is not too unjust for me to lose."

After laughing, the female Shah showed a look of disenchantment on her face.

Her head was thrown back, leaning against the stone wall behind her.

"I know what I want to know. If you are here to vent your hatred, then do it."

She said blankly,

"Prince Sardis."

The dim light flickered for a while, reflecting the small side of the man's cheek.

Under the fine blond hair, the pitch-black mask shone with a bone-chilling luster in the dark night.

Sardis stood at the door, looking down at the female Shah.

He seemed to have a metal mask like his side cheeks on his entire face, cold and expressionless.

He stood, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

The female Shah looked at him, and suddenly laughed again.

"I said long ago, Prince Sardis, you and I are the same kind of people."

"People like us are cold-hearted and self-centered guys from the bottom of our hearts."

"So, you accepted me and made me your shadow."

Not caring that the other party didn't say a word, the female Shah continued to speak on her own.

"I know what you want to know from me. That's right, the young priest came to me before, and he told me that he will ask you to choose between me and him at the Great Court Conference."

Sardis' eyes moved suddenly.

The female Shah only said this and didn't go on.

This sentence is enough.

Both Sardis and her are now very clear that Mia is deliberately persecuting Margaret—Mia wants to force Margaret to kill him, which will arouse Sardis's wrath, and thus disgust and even To kill Margaret!

The reason why Mia did this was because the conceited Sardis could not listen to Mia's advice, so he could only choose to use himself as bait.

"What a pity... If he hadn't blocked that blow for you, if you were dead and I hijacked him, then I might have returned to the sea with my people now."

Margaret chuckled, raised her remaining left hand, put her fingers deep into her hair, raised her hand, and stroked back the messy brown hair in front of her eyes.

"Prince Wang, that young man has sharper eyes than you. He has already seen what I am."

"I know that your ability is enough to sweep this land, so I am willing to serve under your command."

"Maybe ten years, maybe 20 years, sooner or later you will rule this land."

"And until then - I just need to kill you, and I can replace you as the master of this land!"

The messy hair was lifted up, and the woman's eyes were fierce, but full of unwillingness.

"It should have been—"

From the very beginning, she had this idea in mind.

Therefore, she willingly opened the city and surrendered, so she was as humble and obedient as a slave in front of Sardis.

She raised her head, and the moonlight fell on her eyes.

She froze for a moment.

Margaret suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if...things should have been as she imagined...she shouldn't have died here.

She should... should have...

Shaking her head, she let go of the indescribably weird feeling, and she didn't think about it any more.

Winner takes all, loser for Kou.

She lost.

She admits.

"Remember, Prince Sardis, I am not defeated by you."

After the female Shah finished speaking, she gritted her back teeth hard.

The poison sac hidden in the root of the tooth was bitten by her, and the venom quickly seeped into her throat.

In an instant, her face had turned a dark blue.

She leaned against the stone wall, still smiling.

her whole life.

Kill father and brother.

bloodthirsty.

More than tens of thousands of lives were taken by hand.

How many people hated her deeply, but feared her like a tiger.

No matter before her death or after her death, countless people must have scolded her.

But so what?

She doesn't care.

She did everything she wanted to do, enough was enough.

"I didn't lose to you."

The body gradually became paralyzed, and so did the throat.

"But..."

Crimson blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, she had difficulty speaking, her paralyzed throat almost lost consciousness.

"... was defeated by that young priest."

The female Shah leaned against the wall, looking at Sardis.

She gave one last laugh.

"I lost...you lost."

"he……"

Before finishing the last sentence, her pupils suddenly lost focus.

She leaned against the stone wall, with her eyes open, her dull eyes seemed to be looking at the glorious future of King's Landing that she should have had but was forcibly cut off.

Sardis didn't look at the dead female Shah again.

He turned around and walked out.

His lips were pressed so tightly that they were almost bloodless.

The dark cloak flew up behind him, and the shadow cast on the ground almost enveloped his shadow.

The dead woman didn't finish her last sentence, but Sardis knew what the remaining half sentence was.

【I lost. 】

【you lose. 】

【He... didn't win either. 】

In this tragic battle, there is no ultimate winner.

…………

Leaving the small cell in the courtyard behind, Sardis walked forward in silence.

The moonlight cast a coldness on his body.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded under the silent night sky.

Those are two different voices.

One after the other, they quickly ran towards his direction.

A sharp murderous aura came from the air, making Sardis, who was in a trance, stare blankly.

As soon as he raised his head, his hand was already on the hilt at his waist, and he was about to draw his sword out of its sheath——

The next second, his hand that drew the sword suddenly stopped, hanging in mid-air.

And the sharp sword on the opposite side has been slashing fiercely from the night.

"Fael! Stop it!!!"

The roar of Nadia who was chasing behind came.

The sound of breaking through the sky passed by.

The cold light of the blade pierced through the darkness, and at the moment when Nadia’s words were still spoken, it stabbed into Sardis’s chest——