Little Priest's Cat Diary

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He heard the sound of the waves, one after another, surging and rising and falling, constantly echoing in his ears.

The voice woke him from his deep sleep.

He wakes up from the darkness.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a refreshing blue color.

He seemed to be in the bottom of the sea.

The azure blue water surrounded him, flowing gently through his fingers, his side, and even his hair, passing over his skin like velvet, bringing a soft touch.

The sea surrounded him like a warm embrace gently embracing him.

Make him extremely at ease.

Surrounded by the gentle sea, he felt calmer than ever.

He couldn't tell why, he just felt that this was the place where he was born, and it was also his final destination.

There is no heaven and earth, no sun and moon, but the water is filled with a soft light.

He looks around.

There are gently swaying azure sea water in all directions, only under the right front, there is a huge waterfall, as if something is hidden behind the waterfall.

He falls.

As soon as he moved his hand, shallow water rippled where his hand passed.

When he fell down, a trail of water ripples followed his trail in the sea water.

He was standing before the waterfall.

That is a waterfall in the water, or more like a water curtain flowing in the sea.

The waterfall has only a thin layer, but it is unusually large, and there is no end to it upwards or to both sides.

Through the thin waterfall, he could vaguely see a shallow shadow behind him.

It looked like a sleeping figure.

He didn't know who the sleeping person was, but he could feel an invisible attraction coming from that sleeping figure.

It was this invisible and intangible attraction that guided him here.

Staring blankly at the waterfall, he didn't notice that a light blue stream of light emerged from the moonstone bracelet on his left hand, circulating on the bracelet as if it had its own vitality.

An indescribable feeling made him raise his hand, and slowly stretched his fingers towards the waterfall in front of him that separated him from the sleeping figure.

The closer his hand was to the waterfall, the faster the light blue stream of light on the surface of the moonstone bracelet on his left wrist hanging by his side moved faster.

The light blue shimmer almost penetrated into the jade, dyeing the originally clear moonstone into aqua blue.

He still didn't notice it.

Because all his mind has been taken away by the figure behind the waterfall.

The sleeping figure was reflected in the depths of his blue eyes.

puff.

His heart suddenly beat violently, and a strange sense of joy flowed from the bottom of his heart.

Just as his fingertips touched the waterfall—

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The thin layer of waterfall pouring down in the sea suddenly stopped falling.

After a second of stillness, the still flowing water suddenly flew upwards.

Accompanied by the sound of huge water waves, all the sea water leaped upwards, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

The boy opened his eyes wide, watching the boundless and huge waterfall in front of him going upstream.

His right hand is hanging in the air.

He wanted to see the figure behind the waterfall clearly.

But suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness hit.

As if all his strength had been exhausted, his vision suddenly dimmed.

His eyelashes drooped, he closed his eyes, and fell forward.

A hand stretched out to catch the boy's fallen body.

The person sleeping behind the waterfall opened his eyes at some point.

He glanced at the unconscious teenager who was caught, then slowly raised his head and glanced up.

Just one look—

All of a sudden, the waves are raging, and the huge waves are monstrous!

The originally calm sea was violently surging.

The world was turned upside down, everything was tumbling, and the whole world was in turmoil.

The water roared and rushed in, forming a huge vortex centered on this man and the boy in his arms, engulfing the entire sea area——

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One day, two days, three days.

day and night.

Three days and two nights passed, and Mia was still sleeping.

During these three days and nights, Sardis has been guarding Mia's side, never leaving her.

In the bedroom, the old prime minister Artudode stood in the room.

He looked at Mia on the bed, and then at His Majesty the Emperor who was guarding the bed.

After several days of sleepless nights, even as strong as Sardis, his body was exhausted.

There was a clear bruise under his eyes.

Messy blond hair cast deep shadows in his eye sockets, casting darkness around his eyes.

A short stubble had already appeared on his chin.

This is almost impossible for Sardis, who is used to paying attention to his appearance.

The old prime minister's expression looked extremely complicated.

He opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but looking at Sardis' eyes covered by shadows, he still didn't say anything after all, just sighed softly, then turned and left.

He could see that under the current circumstances, no matter what he said, His Majesty would not listen.

Now Sardis has only the sleeping boy in his heart and eyes.

He thought of another disciple of his.

Since that day, Yitit has been staying in the classics hall of the Sea God Temple all day and all night, flipping through the ancient classics day and night.

Of course he knew that Itit wanted to find a way to awaken Mia from the ancient classics passed down from ancient times.

He also went to see Itit in the Hall of Classics.

"I know, whether it's you or Your Majesty, you have a deep bond with that child."

At that time, he looked at his disciple and sighed.

"However, Yitit, His Majesty is fine, but as a former high priest, you should understand better than anyone else."

"That child is the Son of God, so he is destined to be taken away by the gods."

"No...it should be said that he is destined to 'go back'."

The old man shook his head and said,

"Everything you and Your Majesty have done is in vain before God."

The former high priest immersed in the mountain of books raised his head and looked at his teacher.

"I know that it is the will of the gods to take him away."

He says,

"But I also know that 'going back' was not of his own volition."

"Itit..."

"teacher."

Closing the book in his hand, Yitit raised his head and looked at his teacher.

"I swore it, I swore it in Sepul's name," he said.

A long time ago, when he chose to completely abandon the identity of the high priest Itit and choose to become General Antiste, he gave the child an oath.

He is Antiste, its guardian.

It is the sword in its hand, and the shield that exists to protect it.

No matter where the child chooses to go, he will stay by his side unswervingly.

"Yes, as you said, High Priest Itit should obey the will of the gods."

"But, teacher, the high priest Itit is dead."

The blue-eyed young general looked at his teacher with stubbornness and determination.

"What Antiste, who is here now, wants to protect is that child's will."

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With his thoughts recalled from memory, the old prime minister sighed again.

He looked out the window, where the sun had once again set on the horizon.

He loves the energy of young children, the exuberance of those children who are not afraid of anything.

It is precisely because I am young that I dare to face everything, so I have the courage to challenge everything.

So even in the face of unattainable gods, they can still not be afraid and surrender, and firmly practice their own will for the things they want to protect.

It's just... how do humans fight against gods?

Artudot closed his eyes.

The rays of the setting sun had dissipated, night fell again, and darkness covered the entire land little by little.

He knew how unwilling they were.

However, what those children did was in vain after all.

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Time flickers, fleeting.

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

The firelight in the room flickered, and Antiste's vision blurred.

He raised his hand and rubbed the eye sockets on both sides of the bridge of his nose.

His eyes were sore from overuse and his head was heavy.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky through the skylight in the roof.

In the night, the crescent moon a few days ago has become a half moon.

Antiste closed his eyes to calm down, and then stood up. There were thick books scattered on the long table in front of him, around him, and under his feet.

Since the legend about the Son of God is a kind of taboo, there are very few records left. Even among the many ancient books of the Sea God Temple that have been passed down for thousands of years, there are very few clues to be found.

However, each of these clues made him extremely frightened.

For example, the first king who established the Portoyas Kingdom had a deep relationship with the son of the Sea God...

For another example, the bow of the moon god that Mia brought back... In ancient classics, there was a description of the son of God holding a white bow and shooting a giant beast, and the description of that bow, and the Make the Luna bow exactly the same.

He even discovered the records of Pangwei City from a dilapidated ancient book. In that ancient era, Pangwei City was not called Pangwei...

Antiste raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

After reading for too long, his mind became very dizzy, he let out a long breath, turned and walked out of the study room.

He was going to shower his head with cold water to wake himself up.

As soon as he left the door of the study, Antiste stopped suddenly.

He heard footsteps, very soft, inaudible.

This hall of classics is a forbidden area, and only those with the permission of the high priest and His Majesty the emperor can enter.

Logically speaking, there should be no one else in the temple except him.

He raised his head, and his keen hearing had already heard that the very light movement came from upstairs.

The Hall of Classics not only preserves precious ancient books, but also treasures such as sacrificial objects and scepters of the high priests of the Sea God Temple. It is said that these treasures can cause miracles in the hands of the high priests.

But he, who used to be a high priest, knew very well in his heart that there are actually only a few artifacts that can cause miracles in the hands of the high priest, and the others are actually just the personal items of the high priest to fill the number. For example, when he is 'dead', he keeps his commonly used scepter here.

As for why real fetishes should be mixed with other treasures, this is tradition.It is said that the first reason is to respect the high priests of the past and not treat them differently; Nobody can figure out which one to steal...

Thinking of this, Antiste's heart trembled.

The thought that suddenly flashed through his mind made him have no time to think about it, so he rushed upstairs in three steps at a time.

Pushing open the door of the treasure room, Antiste's pupils shrank suddenly.

The windows in the room were wide open, the wind blowing in the fallen leaves from the outside, and the withered and yellow leaves fell all over the room.

The moonlight cast a long shadow of the man standing indoors on the ground.

The man stood in front of a stone platform and punched out.

There was a crisp sound, and the colored glaze covering the stone platform was smashed to pieces by the man's punch.

The moonlight fell on the snow-white bow on the stone platform, reflecting a light blue streamer on the translucent milky-white bow carved from moonstone.

The person who smashed the glass cover stretched out his hand to the shining white bow.

"Phael!"

Antiste shouted and called out the man's name.

Faer paused for a moment with his hand reaching for the white bow. He raised his head and looked at Antiste.

His eyes were a deep black color, dead silent, worse than the darkness of night.

He and Antiste looked at each other, there was no trace of coldness in their eyes.

Antiste stared at him, and said in a deep voice, "Faer, Mia wouldn't want you to do this."

The dead black eyes fluctuated slightly when they heard the familiar name.

But in the next second, Faer remembered everything he saw in his dream, and remembered the disasters and injuries his master had suffered time and time again since he was very young.

His eyes became cold and hard again, like frozen sharp ice.

"The master is kind-hearted, and he has been like this since a long time ago. However, that is not the reason why humans can hurt him again and again."

He said coldly,

"Only by returning to the place where he should return, will no one be able to hurt him again."

Just as the god said to him in a cold voice, he also thought so.

"Humans never deserved his forgiveness."

After speaking, Faer stretched out his hand to hold the white bow in front of him.

Antiste's eyes froze for a second.

This white bow may not seem big, but it is as heavy as a thousand pounds. Even he can only hold it up for more than ten seconds, and it is impossible to use it.

Only Mia can easily pick it up, as if the bow has a self-awareness and only allows its owner to use it.

And now, Faer wants to take it, after all...

His gaze suddenly paused.

Because he saw that Faer easily picked up the white bow as soon as he raised his hand.

And at the moment when he was stunned, Faer, who had already reached the goal with the bow, turned around and jumped out of the open window.

"Law--"

Antiste, who reacted, was too late to stop him.

He dashed to the open window, watching the back of Faer leaving quickly in the dark night.

That direction is...

Antiste frowned, and pressed his hand on the window sill, he jumped down from the window decisively, and chased in the direction where Faer left.

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Dark night enveloped the earth, and there was already a half moon in the sky, looking down on the sleeping world.

In the depths of the Sea God Temple, the palace of the Young Sacrifice was quiet.

The moonlight cast a faint light on the palace.

In the quiet courtyard, whether it is the dense canopy of branches and leaves, or the stone pavilion pool and the fountain sprinkled with water silk, they are also covered with a layer of twilight.

Only the window of the bedroom was closed tightly, covered tightly by the thick veil, and the moonlight could not penetrate at all.

A lamp was burning in the bedroom, and the light of the fire lit up the whole room.

Sardis sat quietly on one side of the chair, leaning forward slightly, with the elbows of his arms on his knees, and his hands clasped between his open knees.

He stared at Mia who was still asleep on the bed without blinking, and his eyelashes did not move for a long time.

Silver chains dangled from his wrists to the floor, then snaked across the flagstones to the bed.

The flames shone brightly on his face, leaving one side in light and the other in deep shadow.

The side of the face without light is like a mask with shadows on it.

The young emperor didn't know how long he could keep this posture.

From daytime to nightfall, he sat there all the time, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

The blond hair was messily scattered in front of his eyes, even under the reflection of the fire, the golden color was much dimmer than usual.

A pair of strange-colored eyes were shrouded in heavy shadows.

The light did not enter, as if there was no light in his pupils, and his eye sockets were sunk in darkness.

Looking darkly at Mia who had been asleep for three days, Sardis clenched his hands little by little. He seemed to have no time and could not control his strength, and his fingertips pinched deep in his hand. There are deep marks, and the knuckles are tightened to the point of being slightly white.

His lips were pressed together tightly.

The already thin lips were even more pursed at this moment, as thin as a knife's edge.

again and again……

always...

How many times will he go through...

Snapped.

The fire light exploded slightly.

Sardis' pupils moved slightly, as if he had finally come to his senses.

He stood up.

When he got up, he looked up and saw himself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror had disheveled blond hair, dark spots under his eyes, and a short blue stubble on his chin.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Sardis thought dazedly, if Mia woke up now and saw her like this, she would definitely be disgusted.

He turned his head and looked at the sleepy teenager on the bed, his gloomy eyes softened.

Mia has only liked good-looking people since she was a child.

I have loved looking at faces since I was a child.

Sardis exhaled lightly, turned and walked to the bathroom beside him, intending to tidy up a little.

But he had just taken two steps when suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

Soon, Antiste opened the door and walked in quickly.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked up at the bed.

When he saw the young man who was still sleeping on the bed, he seemed to be slightly relieved, but his eyes darkened again.

Looking around again, Antiste walked towards Sardis.

"Your Majesty, Faer didn't come over?"

When he heard this name, a fierce light flashed across Sardis' eyes.

He shook his head expressionlessly.

"Have you seen him?"

"He went to the Hall of Books and took Mia's bow from there."

Sardis frowned.

"The bow?"

"Yes, after I got it, I came here, but I don't know what he wants to do..."

Antiste was only halfway through speaking when he was suddenly taken aback.

His eyes passed over from the side of Sardis, staring straight ahead.

His eyes were full of astonishment, and joy burst out of surprise in an instant.

Sardis was talking to Antiste, but in the middle of the conversation, the other party suddenly stopped and stared straight behind him.

Before he had time to turn his head, he suddenly felt a movement on his wrist.

The silver chain hanging from his left wrist swayed slightly.

The slight movement made Sardis take a breath, and he turned around suddenly——

The gust of wind brushed Sardis's cheeks, blowing his golden hair back.

His pupils shrank violently.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that were originally closed were opened at some point.

The veil that fell to the ground was violently blown by the wind blowing from outside, and it spread greatly in the air.

The teenager stood in front of the open French windows.

The moonlight poured down like quicksilver, shedding the brilliance all over his body.

The falling veil gently fluttered by his side, showing a graceful arc.

On the grass outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Faer, who arrived at an unknown time, knelt on the ground silently on one knee, bowing his head deeply.

The boy looked in front of him.

A white bow with shimmering blue light floated in front of him, up and down endlessly.

The shimmering light from the white bow reflected on the young man's face and into his eyes.

The pupils are as blue as sea water in the dark night, but deep in the pupils there seems to be the waves of the ocean under the morning sun.

On the edge of the iris, there is a faint brilliance flowing.

Ambilight, the beauty is palpitating.

The moonlight swayed slightly.

The boy who was standing quietly seemed to hear something.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky.

Then, he walked forward.

But when he moved, the silver chain hanging from his right hand shook slightly, making a slight noise.

It was originally an inaudible sound, but it was extremely clear in the silent land at this moment.

The boy who had just taken a step stopped, and he raised his right hand.

The golden bracelet on the wrist was reflected in the blue pupil.

There was no expression on his calm face, he looked at the silver chain indifferently, and slowly followed the silver chain.

Naturally, he saw Sardis connected to the other end of the silver chain.

The boy stood sideways.

The moonlight shone from his side, covering most of his face in darkness.

His eyes were astonishingly deep, as if all the brilliance in the night had been sucked into his pupils.

In his eyes, it seems that there is everything, and it seems that there is nothing, as if it can accommodate everything, and it seems that it is out of reach.

He glanced at Sardis.

Just glanced at it.

Very light, understatement, indifferent.

His eyes fell back to his right hand again, he raised his hand, and lightly pressed his fingertips on the golden bracelet.

Click!

A crack emerged from the place where his fingertips pressed, bursting in all directions like a spider web.

In an instant, the hard gold ring, which was said to be indestructible even with a knife or axe, shattered into powder.

With a clattering sound, the thin silver chain fell to the ground along with the falling golden crumbs.

The young man who broke free from the shackles walked forward, and the thin light golden hair brushed against his snow-colored skin.

He walked through the French windows into the courtyard.

He stood quietly on the grass, the moonlight fell on him, and his snow-white skin was almost transparent, making him look like he would melt under the moonlight at any moment.

In the room, Sardis stood motionless.

His eyes were fixed on the young man standing in front of him under the moonlight.

A huge panic spread in his heart, making him unable to move.

His heart sank endlessly, and the icy chill penetrated into his internal organs.

The person in front of him was so strange, as if he had never seen him before.

He didn't know who it was, but he knew that it wasn't Mia, absolutely not!

The young man stood quietly, obviously right in front of his eyes, but he was born to give people an extremely distant illusion.

It seemed as if his place was far away in the clouds.

As if he did not belong to this land.

In this space, only the place where the boy is has a different atmosphere, as if it is not in the human world.

Even if the boy just stood there quietly, no one could get close to him.

It's not a sense of oppression, it's not a sense of exclusion, and it's not a condescending arrogance.

That is, [unreachable].

In the silent courtyard, the boy gently raised his hand.

A touch of the moon slipped into his palm.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the moonlight dancing in his palm.

His slender eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes were half closed, and the corners of his eyes were slightly elongated.

The soft pale golden hair hangs down and brushes over his cheeks, making his almost translucent snow-white skin present an almost strange beauty in the dark night.

In the silent night, the originally deserted moonlight seemed to become gentle at this moment.

It gently wrapped around the young man, hugging the young man in its arms with incomparable love and tenderness.

The boy sighed softly, he raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night.

He said softly, "Mother..."