Little Priest's Cat Diary

The Portoyas Empire, an empire founded by the talented and generous Emperor Sardis.

This empire ranked among the top three in terms of land area in history, with a land area of ​​more than 460 million square kilometers. It was the largest and most powerful empire in the world at that time.

Since then, human civilization has officially entered the Iron Age from the Bronze Age, and land warfare has officially entered the era when cavalry is king.

In addition to its military strength, it is also an ancient civilization empire that opened up long-distance land and sea trade, tolerated and accepted multiple ethnic groups, and promoted the exchange and integration of civilizations of different races in various regions, thus exerting a profound influence on future generations.

And the Sardis the Great, who created this historically important empire and created unparalleled glory, has been passed down to later generations, only his undefeated wars time after time.

However, his own and private deeds seem to be covered with a veil of mystery, making it difficult for future generations to peep.

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The 16th year of the Podoyas Empire.

This year, the Portoyas Empire has become a behemoth towering over the earth.

In just over ten years, it swept across the continent of Portoyas one after another, occupied Ston, annexed Mengast, went up the Fadagaro River to the source of the snow-capped mountains, and crossed the Figado River. Occupy powerful enemies such as the Figador Empire and the Taras Empire.

It has the most powerful armored cavalry on the mainland and a navy that sweeps across the ocean, and there are as many famous generals and ministers as there are innumerable stars in the sky.

The Portoyas Empire is powerful and invincible.

People all over the world say so.

To other kingdoms, it is like a giant stepping on the earth.Every breath it takes makes people panic and tremble.

There is no end to the journey of the undefeated hero and the great sage king Sardis the Great.

He never stayed in the imperial capital Schulte, but was always on his way to conquering the land where the sun reaches.

Today, the expeditionary army of the Portoyas Empire has just conquered a small western country, Xidalaya.

It's just different from the past, the Podoyas generals who occupied the city of Xidalaya did not hold a celebration banquet in the capital of the conquered kingdom as before, let alone show the slightest joy.

In the past few days, their faces have lost the proud and strong look of the past, and they are all worried.

An uneasy atmosphere is spreading in this small royal city, and an invisible undercurrent is surging.

It was already late at night, and thick clouds covered the sky, and there was no moonlight, only a little starlight, making the whole earth dim.

In the depths of the royal palace in the royal city, the lamps are still lit in the bedroom of the former King Hidalaya.

The fire was not very bright, but it could barely illuminate this gorgeous bedroom with a hazy light.

Outside the bedroom, nearly a hundred guards dressed in silver armor and fearsome and powerful guarded the place firmly, enclosing the entire bedroom airtightly.

Heavy iron boots trampled on the bluestone floor, and the sound of dull footsteps echoed continuously in the night.

In contrast, the bedroom was silent.

A noise suppressed to the extreme.

A peace and calm to the extreme.

Inside and outside the dormitory seemed to be two different worlds.

The firelight was reflected on the face of the man lying on the bed, and a cold arc was refracted on the black metal mask on one side.

The long blond hair was scattered on the bed, and because it was too long, a few strands even hung down from the edge of the bed.

Even if the small part is blocked by the black mask, his appearance still looks handsome, with a high nose bridge and deep eyebrows, just like a stone statue of a god carefully carved by a well-known artist in Portoyas.

Although the skin has turned light brown due to long-term sun exposure due to years of fighting outside, but due to proper maintenance, time has not left too many marks on the face of the great emperor.

The face of the great emperor who single-handedly created the unparalleled and prestigious Portoyas Empire still looks as young as a young man in his 30s or [-]s.

The passage of time has only precipitated in him the power that ordinary people dare not look at, and the frost hidden deep in his heart.

There is no one else in the bedroom.

Because everyone knew that this great emperor didn't like to be in the same room with others.

wow.

The sound of waves is transmitted to this palace built by the sea from not far away.

This sound awakened the Great Emperor who had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time.

With the sound of lapping waves, he slowly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of different pupils with different colors. When they were opened, a faint light flashed through the depths of the pupils.

When he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was the dead, cold and gorgeous bedroom.

The entire bedroom is made of precious white jade, with gold carvings and jade decorations, and swan feathers, luxurious and extravagant.

The sword dotted with precious stones hangs on the white jade wall, not like a sharp weapon for killing, but more like a treasure to show off.

King Xidalaya searched the flesh and blood of the people of the whole country to build the extremely luxurious swan white jade palace for himself, and the countless treasures collected with painstaking efforts, all fell into the hands of the people who destroyed his kingdom after his death.

How ironic.

……

wow.

The sound of distant waves came, one after another.

Sardis turned his head to look.

The soft transparent veil fluttered in front of his eyes, and through the open floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw the coast in the distance with the faint starlight in the sky.

wow.

Crash.

In the dark night, the waves surged tirelessly, beating against the shore.

A very familiar voice.

Even far away from the sea, the voice echoed in his dreams countless times.

He looked at the ocean in the distance and lost his mind for a moment.

The faint firelight in the room reflected on his youthful and handsome face.

With a snap, a little spark exploded in the air.

The light on the white jade pillar flickered slightly.

The fire light that fell on the face of the great emperor also shook.

This slight sound awakened him, who was staring at the distant coast in a daze.

He sat up slowly, and the long hair that was originally scattered on the snow-white bed fell from his shoulders to his chest as he sat up.

The light shone down, and a little white trace flashed in the golden shimmering hair.

He lowered his head to look, a few strands of snow-white hair were particularly conspicuous among the pure gold hair.

His eyes didn't move at all, and there was no emotion on his face, but he looked at those long white hairs for a long, long time.

19 years are fleeting.

Now, he is 39 years old.

Worried that he might not recognize him, he tried to keep his appearance the same.

He knew that he liked a beautiful face, so no matter how fierce the battle was, he never damaged his appearance in the slightest.

But now, he has grown gray hair.

He will grow old soon.

Or maybe he's old now.

He looked at his hand, the hand that held the silver gun all year round was already extremely rough, with thick calluses covering his fingertips and tiger's mouth.

Clenching his rough hand little by little, he slowly closed his eyes.

19 years have passed, he has laid down countless territories, and he has searched all the lands he has conquered, but he still hasn't found the person he was looking for.

The crashing waves still echoed in my ears.

He raised his clenched fist and pressed it to his forehead.

For so many years.

Finding that person has become an inseparable part of his life, his flesh and blood, and even his soul.

He can't give up anymore.

Because he was cut off, he would no longer be him.

He suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and a pain that seemed to explode came from deep in his chest, making him cough uncontrollably.

The unstoppable severe cough made his already pale face flush even more intensely.

A piercing cough broke the silence of the night, and hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open abruptly, and the doctors who stayed in the outer room hurried into the room and crowded around the bed.

Footsteps, shouts, hasty conversations, voices of ordering servants, all kinds of messy voices mixed together, making the originally quiet room into a mess.

After a while, the violent coughing finally stopped.

The person on the bed lay down again.

Sardis closed his eyes again, as if entering a deep sleep again.

The few doctors around the bed lowered their voices and checked his body lightly.

It's just that all of them have dignified expressions and deep thoughts.

A slender and weak young man stood at the door.

His appearance is extremely beautiful, like delicate flower petals dotted with dew in the night.

The young man stood at the door, staring blankly at the person on the bed who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.

Although he was seriously ill, Sardis' body lying on the bed was still strong, and the frightening power contained in his tight muscles could be seen.

It's just that at this moment his face is pale, and there is a blush like a burning flame on his pale face.

The abnormal fiery red seemed to be burning his vitality little by little.

The beautiful young man's eyes fell on the other's wrist.

In the dim light, the clear aquamarine on the wrist shimmered like a streamer.

It is still as beautiful as ever.

Even 19 years of long time have never left any traces on it.

It's like...in 19 years, nothing has changed.

Perhaps for the man on the bed, time has stopped 19 years ago forever.

Stop on that bloody high platform, under the throne.

The pupils of the beautiful young man trembled slightly.

In the room came the whispering voices of the doctors surrounding the bed, but he stepped back slowly and step by step.

He left this room that was obviously noisy but was dead silent and depressing to him.

Outside, above the night sky, dotted with stars.

He sat down on the stone steps outside.

Staring at the fountain in the courtyard in a trance, he slowly hugged his arms tightly.

He was clearly in the southernmost part and in the hottest midsummer, but when the night wind passed by his side, he felt a little cold.

He closed his eyes.

What emerged in his mind was the familiar figure lying on the bed.

He stayed by that person's side for a full 19 years, as an attendant by that person's side.

Because of his beautiful appearance, and because he was the only one allowed to enter that person's bedroom, everyone thought he was the man's favorite.

Because she doted on him to the point where she never married for his whole life.

But only he and the man's most confidant subordinates knew that the man had never touched a finger of him.

From the beginning to the end, he was just that person's attendant.

And he knew very well in his heart that the reason why he was able to stay by that person's side for 19 years might be because when that person's eyes fell on him, he could see through the little invisible trace of his memory of the past.

Moreover, it was because he had never had even the slightest fondness for that person.

...Yes, facing that Emperor Sardis, who was like a god descended into the world in terms of appearance and strength, he never had a trace of fascination in his heart.

Because he knew from the bottom of his heart what that man had been pursuing for the past 19 years.

That is obsession.

That is love.

That is hope that cannot be erased.

That's... the despair of not getting what you want.

The night wind whizzed across the courtyard, and the rustling sound of the canopy resounded in the silent night.

Accompanied by the sound of waves coming from afar.

wow.

wow-

He sat on the stone steps, staring blankly at the splashing water of the fountain in the center of the courtyard in the dark night.

The sound of nearby splashing water and the sound of distant waves are intertwined and intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered a long time ago.

nine years ago.

At that time, the empire's territorial area was less than one-third of its current size.

But even if it is just that, whether it is the rising Portoyas Empire or the rising Sardis Great Emperor like the sun, they have become the most dazzling existence on this continent.

The poets sing of the Great as the brightest morning star.

The people sang praises to the king who protected them.

The king of heroes.

The undefeated emperor.

He is a god descended into the world.

He came to protect the earth.

At that time, Sardis, who had just attacked the Gador Empire, led his army back to Portoyas.

On the day he returned to the royal city, the whole royal city became a sea of ​​celebration.The townspeople continued day and night, celebrating another victory of their emperor with impudence.

The same is true in the palace.

The festive feast has lasted for two days and one night.

The maids kept removing the leftovers and re-presenting all kinds of delicacies like flowing water. Drunken people can be seen everywhere in the banquet hall. In addition to the smell of delicious food, only the strong wine is left in the air. fragrant.

The sound of talking, laughing, and showing off one after another kept the celebration banquet, which lasted for two days and one night, in a lively state all the time.

That night, he stood beside that person and kept pouring wine for that person.

It was extremely rare that His Majesty stayed at the banquet for two days and one night. His Majesty, who never drank alcohol, even refused to refuse the toasting subordinates during these two days, and drank countless wines.

Amidst the noise, he leaned over and filled the empty Tianhe Stone wine glass with wine again.

With one hand propped on his side cheek, the person lying sideways on the recliner poured the wine into his mouth again.

The crimson color that appeared on his face made that person's appearance even more shockingly lazy and beautiful, which attracted many ladies present to look at him frequently.

After drinking this glass, the man swirled the wine glass twice in his fingers.

He raised his hand suddenly and dropped the wine glass to the ground.

With a bang, the originally lively banquet hall was silent for a few seconds.

Everyone subconsciously looked up and landed on that person.

The man who had stood up from the recliner smiled at the subordinates who were looking down at him.

The man said: "Tomorrow, you can discuss the matter of choosing a queen for me."

The man turned around and left after saying this, completely ignoring the uproar caused by his short sentence.

The entire banquet hall exploded, waking up all the drunken people.

Everyone has been urging Sardis to get married and have children as soon as possible, but Sardis seems to have no interest in this, and only wants to conquer the Quartet.

Now that Sardis took the initiative to choose the queen for the first time, everyone was extremely excited and rejoiced, and the eyes of the noble ladies present were also full of excitement. They looked at the back of Sardis when he left. full of yearning and longing.

Among the excited people, he was the only one who caught up immediately after being stunned for a while.

When he chased to the room at the back of the hall, Sardis was already sitting on a black wooden chair by the window.

He saw His Majesty leaning back against the back of the wooden chair.

Eyes closed, head raised, as if already drunk enough to fall asleep.

Since he first met His Majesty, he has only seen His Majesty drunk twice.

The first time was when we first met, when that Highness was still there.

The second time is now.

The room echoed with the sound of His Majesty's breathing as if he had fallen asleep drunk. He stared blankly at His Majesty for a while, but finally couldn't help it, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth.

"why……"

Although he has served His Majesty for many years, no matter how long it has passed, he is extremely afraid of His Majesty.

For the first time, and only time, he suppressed his fear and spoke up, even he himself didn't know why.

He just felt that it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.

He whispered, "You shouldn't have said that. You can't have a wife."

He followed His Majesty.

He knew who His Majesty was thinking about deeply.

He knew who His Majesty had been looking for all these years.

Even if it has been a full ten years, the existence that has never worn away the slightest trace in His Majesty's heart.

"The person you love is obviously..."

Just when he summoned up the courage to speak out what was in his heart, the man leaning on the wooden chair suddenly opened his eyes.

That person's blushing and lazy demeanor seemed to be drunk, but that person's eyes were terribly sober.

His heart skipped a beat in shock, and the extreme fright made him even take two steps back.

Because that look is really shocking.

Like a wild beast caught in a desperate situation.

In those eyes, there was gloomy and gloomy, as if there were lingering black clouds churning and surging.

The bottom of the eyes was dark and dull.

His eyes were suppressed to the extreme, as if he would be completely plunged into the abyss of collapse in the next second.

The appearance of Emperor Sardis sitting in the room at this moment does not show the shadow of the wise king who is extolled by the world at all, but looks like a crazy beast.

Those eyes full of hostility, anyone who looked at them would think that the person in front of him was a murderous and bloodthirsty tyrant.

Or maybe, this great emperor is only half a step away from the real loss of control and madness.

He took a step back in fright, his heart was still beating rapidly with lingering fear, and he heard His Majesty's chuckle.

"I love him?"

Very light, with a strong mocking laughter.

"Do you think I'm looking for him because I still love him?"

"...Your Majesty, you have been looking for him for ten years, and you have never given up."

He witnessed His Majesty's non-stop fighting in these ten years, and personally traveled every inch of land.

He saw with his own eyes what His Majesty did to find that person.

What kind of unforgettable love is it that can make a great emperor achieve such a state?

"Oh... maybe..."

A low, drunken laugh sounded in his ears again.

"In the beginning, it was indeed because of love..."

He heard His Majesty whisper.

The sound was inaudible.

Rather than talking to him, it might be better to say that he was muttering to himself.

"But, it's been too long...too long..."

"So, it has already deteriorated..."

The voice sank little by little, as if sinking into a bottomless abyss.

He suddenly felt cold.

Because he clearly felt some kind of indescribable bone-biting hatred slowly oozing from His Majesty's voice.

"I've been looking for it for too long."

"No matter how hard I looked—couldn't find—"

"Ten years."

Word by word.

It's hard to tell if that voice was emotionless, or because the emotion was so strong that it shattered to nothing.

"……I'm tired."

"I want to stop."

He saw His Majesty raised his hand, staring at the sapphire on his wrist as if his eyes had been quenched with poison, except for the slyness and resentment, there was only looming madness left.

"But he won't let me stop."

"No matter how much time has passed, he still controls me tightly... so that I can't get the slightest breath."

Fragments of forehead hair fell down.

It was clearly bright golden hair, but it cast a strong shadow on that face.

It was as if there was a lingering shadow covering that half of the face tightly, preventing any glimmer of light from entering.

"He's bound me for too long."

too long.

So long that the deepest love has been transformed into the strongest hatred.

Rooted in the bottom of the heart and even the deepest part of the soul.

In pain that will never be forgotten.

What is unforgettable is no longer love, but hatred that cannot be redeemed no matter how hard you struggle.

Why can't you give up?

Why do you want to bind me tightly?

Why can't I forget no matter what——

…………

"Now I—hate him so much—!"