Little Priest's Cat Diary

【Now I hate him so much—】

When he heard these words, he saw His Majesty pressing one hand on one side of his forehead fiercely.

The five fingers spread out penetrated into the depths of the messy blond hair, clasped tightly on his head, and even the fingertips were deeply sunk into the skin.

The gloomy eyes peeking out from between the fingers, against the face that is obviously very handsome but somewhat ferocious because of the hostility, makes this king who is like a god before everyone look like he has come from hell. It's like a demon crawling out of it.

The corners of his lips trembled uncontrollably out of fear.

His lips were parted, but no sound came out.

The Majesty in front of him looked too strange and too frightening.

What he saw was always the proud and arrogant king.

What he knew was always the king of heroes who stood tall amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Strong, heroic, wise, brilliant.

Indomitable on the battlefield, never lost.

Standing on the ground is to look down on the world.

Wherever he went, the enemy fled upon hearing the news.

The name of Emperor Sardis made the whole earth tremble.

This great emperor walked under the sun from the beginning to the end, with an open mind and an open mind.

He hates all ghost tricks and insidious ways.

Under his rule, all darkness is invisible.

This is also one of the reasons why he is called the king of sages by the people of the world.

The poet extolled so.

——Great King of Sage Sardis the Great——

——as bright and radiant as the sun that drives back all dark shadows—

But at this moment, in front of him, this man with dark eyes and a hostile face, who looks like a demon crawling out of hell... Who is it?

The fear of the unknown made him take another step back involuntarily.

And his behavior made His Majesty, who was staring at him, chuckle again, and the laughter still carried a strong sense of ridicule.

"So be it."

He saw His Majesty put down the hand on his forehead.

He heard His Majesty's low voice.

That voice seemed to have no emotion at all, but it was more of a numbness.

"……I'm tired."

"So, it's time to let it all end."

He saw His Majesty who was talking to himself suddenly get up, raised his hand and grabbed a long sword hanging on the wall, and walked out quickly.

He froze for a moment, then subconsciously chased after him.

His Majesty walked quickly, as if he wanted to completely leave something behind.

He ran to barely keep up.

But he didn't dare to chase too close, so he had to follow behind several meters away, not far or close.

Along the way, he followed anxiously.

His Majesty left the palace.

His Majesty entered the Sea God Hall.

The Sea God Temple was empty because it had no owner for a long time.

The position of High Priest was vacant for a long time.

He knew that they were all waiting for the return of His Highness.

However, ten years have passed, and they still haven't waited for their masters.

He looked at the never-changing scenery around him in a trance, followed the man closely, and climbed up the tower.

On the high tower of the Sea God Temple, the highest dormitory belongs to the high priest's room.

He watched as His Majesty opened the door and strode in.

He didn't follow in, he knew he shouldn't enter this special place, so he just stood at the door, but couldn't help but look inside.

He saw His Majesty standing in the room, motionless.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the wind blowing from the night lifted the thin white gauze in front of the windows.

Starlight leaves gentle traces on the white gauze.

The room is spotless, and all the objects and even the placement of the objects are the same as ten years ago, without any change.

It was as if the time in this room was forever stuck ten years ago, at the moment when its owner left.

It was obvious at a glance how carefully the room was kept.

[I hate him. 】

He doesn't understand.

If you really hate someone, why do you want to do this for that person?

"I don't want to look for it anymore..."

He didn't hear these inaudible words, because he was looking at the familiar room in a daze, when suddenly, a loud cracking sound woke him up.

Accompanied by the clicking sound of something being chopped off, there was the continuous bang bang sound of heavy objects hitting the ground one after another.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

He saw the long sword swung by His Majesty in the room severly split the wooden cabinet on the side of the room.

The broken wooden cabinet fell to the ground, and the ceramic and glazed objects placed in it shattered to the ground with a clatter.

He was dumbstruck, tensed his shoulders instinctively, and stood stiffly outside the door.

The loud noise didn't stop there, and the long sword that was pulled out in the hand of the man in the room slammed down heavily.

The upper half of the light-yellow wooden frame was split obliquely, fell to the ground and shattered.

The golden incense burner crashed to the ground, and the fine powder inside was scattered all over the floor, filling the room with a faint fragrance.

With a bang, the heavy sandalwood table was kicked to the ground and split in half by a sword.

A wooden chair was crushed by boots.

I don't know if it's because of getting drunk, or because of something else, Sardis's pupils of different colors are covered with blood at the moment, it looks like it has turned into a blood-like crimson.

His lips were as sharp as a knife's edge.

That look was extremely fierce.

The sharp sword swung down fiercely again——

The half-open French window was split obliquely by the sword, and the glazed tiles embedded in it fell to the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and the shards of glazed tiles splashed all over the ground.

There was even a burst of glass shards flying past his shoulder standing at the door.

He stood outside the door stupidly, unable to move.

He stared in astonishment at the figure who seemed to have gone mad and destroyed the entire room.

The wooden cabinets, tables and chairs, elevated shelves, and even the wide bed were all smashed to pieces by His Majesty, and countless things fell to the ground, or were broken or shattered.

In the end, there was only a mess left.

The loud noise alarmed the guards below, and he heard a group of people running towards this side.

He hurriedly closed the door forcefully, turned and faced down to the team of guards rushing up.

…………

The long sword in his hand fell down, and Sardis stood in the mess.

He tilted his head slightly.

The scattered blond hair covered the man's eye sockets, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes at the moment.

The incomplete floor-to-ceiling windows were gently shaken by the wind blowing from outside.

"It's time to end."

"I won't be bound by you like this again..."

It was a very soft whisper.

"I will forget you……"

The sword in his hand was pointing down at the ground, but Sardis, who was holding the sword, was looking up.

self-mumbling.

That voice sounded like an oath.

I can't tell whether to tell the person who doesn't exist here, or tell it to myself.

"...I will definitely forget you!!"

The last few words were almost forcefully forced out through clenched teeth.

At the moment when the last word fell, Sardis dropped the sword in his right hand.

His right hand snapped off the gold chain on his left wrist, and tightly held the aquamarine that had been worn on his wrist for ten years in his palm.

He took two quick steps outside and rushed to the balcony outside the French window.

The night wind blew the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows with a bang.

His right arm swung high—

His right hand was about to swing out——

In the next second——

……

…………

That hand could not be waved after all.

A fine chain of broken pure gold dangled from the fingers of the tightly clenched right fist.

The hand holding the aquamarine stayed in mid-air.

As if petrified, it was held in the air like this, suspended for a long, long time.

Then, it shrank back a little bit.

Little by little, it retracted into Sardis' chest.

Sardis took a breath and took a step back.

His back hit the wall at the edge of the French window.

He leaned against the wall and sat down slowly.

There were still traces of redness in the corners of his eyes, and he sat on the ground leaning against the wall with a look of despair.

His eyes seemed to be looking ahead, but there was nothing in his eyes.

The fingers of his right hand were clenched tightly all the time.

The right hand holding the aquamarine is clinging to his chest, to the left.

He seemed to be looking at the night sky outside the balcony, but his eyes were very blank.

In that daze, there faintly oozes out some kind of biting pain.

Sardis lowered his head, messy golden hair scattered in front of his eyes, covering his eyes.

When the night wind blows, the tips of his hair gently brushed against his pale cheeks.

The ends of his hair swayed like the weakness of the dilapidated French window behind him that was also swaying slightly in the wind.

The Great Emperor, who was so victorious on the battlefield that made countless people turn their faces and run away, looked like an abandoned child at this moment.

All he had left was confusion and helplessness.

……

In this world, the cruelest thing is not the thorns along the way, but the disappointment of falling into the abyss after being full of hope again and again.

In this world, the most desperation is not the long road, but the never end of the road.

too painful.

Can't find it anywhere.

too painful.

So want to forget.

But I can't forget it.

Never forget it no matter what.

Why can't I forget it even though I'm already in pain to the point of going crazy?

...why... can't I forget you?

…………

The night was silent, and no one answered.

The starlight sprinkled Sardis, who was curled up under the corner of the wall, his whole body was cold.

The room was in a mess, only the thin white gauze on the floor-to-ceiling windows was still fluttering gently.

Time passed little by little.

A long time passed, until the twilight of the morning light lit up the horizon, and Sardis, who was sitting by the wall with his forehead on his knees, still did not move at all.

He seemed to be sitting there and fell asleep.

The beam of morning light shone down, shone on Sardis, and shone on his right hand through the gap.

The azure blue light refracted from the fingers was reflected on the black mask of Sardis who lowered his head, and also reflected in his eyes.

The azure blue light made his pupils tremble slightly.

He raised his head slowly and opened his hands.

The aquamarine lay quietly in the palm of his hand, and in the morning light, flowing with a blue streamer like the sea and the sky, glowing with an indescribable rosy color in this world.

It was very much like the blue eyes in his memory.

Sardis stared at the sea blue streamer in his hand for a long time.

It was so long that the blue color seemed to be imprinted in his pupils.

Suddenly, a tear welled up from the bottom of his eyes and rolled down from the cold black iron mask.

That tear took away the thick black mist that filled his eyes.

It took away the gloom and coldness in his eyes.

The tenderness that had been lost for too long reappeared in his eyes.

He looked at the gem in his hand.

In his eyes, there was only tenderness that surpassed the starlight of last night.

...Why can't I forget?

The answer is that simple.

How could not know.

Clenching the gemstone in his hand again, Sardis raised his hand and put his fist lightly on the center of his brow.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, even the curvature of the drooping eyelashes had an indescribable softness.

He said softly, "I want to find you, Mia."

Even if you spend your whole life.

…………

………………

Whoa!

The sound of surging waves woke up the young man sitting on the stone steps outside from his dream.

He opened his eyes and found that he was sitting on the stone steps with his knees hugged, and fell asleep without knowing it.

In the dream...it seemed to be that night nine years ago.

The mad sire he had only seen once.

That doesn't look like His Majesty's Majesty.

After that night, it seemed like something had changed on His Majesty, but it seemed like nothing had changed.

He still remembered that on the second day after that night, His Majesty casually left a sentence, 'The post-election is just a drunken joke, it doesn't count', and then simply threw away all the unwilling subordinates and heartbroken noble ladies, Once again the whole army went out.

Half a month later, His Majesty returned triumphantly.

Afterwards, His Majesty moved the capital to Schulte against all opinions.

Since then, the city of Schulte has become the imperial capital of the Portoyas Empire.

After moving the capital, His Majesty still seldom stayed in the royal palace of the imperial capital.

He is on the road all the time.

The battlefield is his palace, and victory his crown.

He continued to conquer every inch of land he could see, bringing piece after piece of land under his rule.

Under its nearly crazy conquest rule, in just nine years, the territory of the Portoyas Empire has more than tripled in size.

To this day—

wow.

The sound of ocean waves came again, awakening the beautiful young man from his trance.

A ray of light shone on his face, and the ends of his hair were a little wet. Only then did he realize that he slept through the night.

At this moment, it is dawn.

It was almost dawn, and the palace was still very quiet.

When he walked back into the bedroom, the doctors who had been busy all night seemed to be kicked out of the inner room again, and they were all dozing off on the benches in the outer room with tired faces.

He passed these napping doctors, walked through the corridor, and walked to the innermost part.

Then, he gently opened the door.

The person in the room was awake at the moment, leaning against the head of the bed.

That handsome face was still extremely pale, with only a smear of abnormal burning red on his cheeks that couldn't be wiped off.

He saw His Majesty sitting on the bed with his head tilted, as if he was looking at the distant sea in the faint light of dawn.

His gaze was rapt and focused.

It's as if... I can see a figure that I can't find anywhere in the endless blue sea.

He took a deep breath and approached slowly.

He said, "Your Majesty, nine years ago..."

After a pause, he hesitated, and finally asked the doubts he had buried for nine years.

"You told me... did you... really hate him?"

His Majesty did not turn his head to look at him, but still tilted his head, looking at the sea from afar.

But he heard His Majesty's answer.

His Majesty said, "I hated it."

He couldn't help but suffocate.

"But, but you have always, always—"

The emperor who was leaning on the head of the bed smiled slightly, his pale fingers were always stroking the aquamarine timestone on his left wrist.

"What do you think is the difference between love and hate?"

Love becomes hate.

Hate is because of love.

And hate is still love.

The deepest love, the strongest hatred, his longing, his madness, his despair...all his most intense and passionate feelings belong to 'him'.

Nothing was left.

All his best and happiest memories are 'he', and all his most painful and cruel memories are also 'he'.

It's all 'he'.

"...I can't find him."

It was an extremely low, sigh-like sound.

The tone of His Majesty's speech was obviously extremely calm, but for some reason, the young man's heart felt like it was being twisted into a ball by invisible hands.

Maybe it's that kind of calm that makes people even more heartbroken.

His nose was suddenly sour.

He didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden.

He opened his lips and wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Dawn had just broken, and the first sun had risen from the distant horizon of the sea.

The brilliance of the morning sun shone on the pale face of the emperor who was looking at the sea, and there was a touch of crimson on his cheeks, which was the last scorching heat before the flame was about to go out.

"I really want to...see you."

The inaudible murmur lowered little by little, and was annihilated in the moist sea breeze blowing from above the distant sea.

"I said...no see."

"From now on... it's... I haven't seen you in my life."

The moist sea breeze passed over the cheeks of Emperor Sardis who had closed his eyes, blowing those long snow-white hairs.

The young man stood by the bed blankly.

He stared blankly at His Majesty who had stopped breathing.

He didn't know how long he was in a daze.

It was so long that I forgot the time and everything around me.

I don't know when there were screams, hurried running, and shouts from behind, but he couldn't hear anything.

Countless people swarming up blocked his view of His Majesty.

He knelt down slowly on the ground.

Big tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his eyes.

He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

Tears fell from his fingers one after another.

He didn't know why he was crying.

He didn't know why he was crying so hard.

But he couldn't stop his tears.

He suddenly remembered the backs of the two sitting side by side by the pool that he had seen a long time ago in the evening.

The setting sun pulled the two shadows long on the ground, but the blonde hair of different shades intertwined harmoniously.

In the evening wind, the two laughed softly.

The two men were shoulder to shoulder and head to head.

It's like they depend on each other.

It's like they are relying on each other.

………………

'Have you seen him? '

'not see. '

Since then, I have not seen each other in my life.