Little Priest's Cat Diary

On the high mountain, the dense jungle made a low rustling sound in the wind.

As the branches and leaves swayed, the tree shadows falling on the ground also swayed slightly.

The wind was not strong when passing through the woods, but on the edge of the cliff at one end of the woods, the wind whizzed across the unsheltered cliff, making a whining sound.

Someone was sitting on the edge of the cliff, dressed in black, leaning against a gray-white rock.

His shadow was drawn long to the ground.

The pitch-black forehead, which was blown messily by the strong wind blowing over the high cliff, scattered in front of his eyes, and the shadow of his hair dangled in his pupils, making his gaze even more hollow.

Leaning on the rock, with one hand resting on his raised left knee, Faer lowered his head slightly.

Under the disheveled forehead, his face was as cold as ever, without any emotion, but he stared blankly at the void in front of him with a deep confusion.

Five years ago, after witnessing his master's body submerged into the depths of the ocean, he left Wangcheng.

He remembered, when he was very young a long time ago, what was it that he, who was thin and cowardly at that time, wanted to become stronger for.

For the master.

Because the master said that there are very important and difficult things to do in the future, because the master said that he needs powerful people to help him.

The sole purpose of his efforts until now is to become someone useful to his master.

The high priest said that the master left him the last words, hoping that he could become a general who guards the country and become famous all over the world.

The high priest said that was the master's hope for him.

But... the master is no longer there.

The person he wanted to protect was no longer in this kingdom, gone forever.

Why does he still guard here?

Therefore, he finally violated the last words his master left him and chose to leave.

He lived in a daze for several years, and he didn't even remember where he had been and what he had done in these few years.

In his eyes, the world is gray and colorless.

Everything he did was meaningless.

Until more than half a year ago, he accidentally came to the ruins of an ancient temple that was almost in ruins.

The ruins have been so dilapidated that it is impossible to see who the god it once enshrined. He only saw the remaining huge wings on the broken stone carvings.

While resting in the ruins of the temple, he had a very strange dream.

People in the dream are wearing ancient costumes and speaking ancient languages. The land is barren and dilapidated, and there are traces of disasters and wars everywhere.

There is no sunlight in the dark sky, and no moonlight in the dark night.

People are struggling in pain.

Suffering is like darkness, and it seems that there will never be an end in sight.

He dreamed of a boy.

The person's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to the owner's, but not completely similar.

A faint voice in the dream told him that it was his master.

He saw the young man's eyes, as blue and wide as the ocean, exactly the same as the master's eyes in his memory.

The blue-eyed boy was running around in this land ravaged by disasters and wars.

Wherever the boy went, the disaster receded, the flames of war ceased, the sun and the moon came again, and the earth was reborn.

But just when the war was about to cease and the disaster was about to end, a sharp sword came from the darkness and pierced through the defenseless boy's body.

He watched helplessly as the sword pierced through the boy's body.

I wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

I wanted to reach out and grab something, but I couldn't.

He watched the boy collapse on the rocks by the sea, with bright red blood dripping all over the floor.

He looked at the young man's blue eyes and the blue sky that seemed to be integrated with his pupils, with confusion and a sigh in his eyes, he slowly closed them.

The blood that flowed down from the boy's body dyed all the oceans red.

Huge waves roared angrily, covering the sky and covering the sky.

It engulfed him in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself.

He saw himself standing before a burning city in black armor, blood dripping from the sword in his hand.

In the city set ablaze by him ahead, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood that he killed.

The raging fire was reflected in his pupils, but there was no light in his eyes.

He saw that the eyes of the 'him' standing in front of the sea of ​​flames were barren, with nothing left.

Obviously the body is still alive, but the soul has fallen into dead silence.

'His' heart has long since lost its heat, it is beating mechanically just to live, and even the living body exists only to kill.

... That man, is it really him?

Just as he was thinking this way, suddenly, time reversed.

He saw everything 'he' had been through in the past.

There is no master beside 'him'.

There was nothing in 'his' life but pain, sorrow and torment.

All memories are cold, without a trace of warmth.

Heavy and cruel enough to make people choose to abandon their souls and fall into the deepest darkness.

Time is rewinding rapidly.

——What was finally frozen in front of his eyes was the scene of the young master being thrown into the sea by a man and slowly sinking into the bottom of the sea.

In that life, when he was young, he couldn't wait for his master to come back.

In that life, his master disappeared in the depths of the sea.

'He' is another him.

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At that moment, Faer woke up from the dream.

In the violent heart palpitations, he suddenly heard the voice of the gods in the dilapidated temple.

[Humans do not deserve to be forgiven. 】

The voice of the gods is cold.

[Human beings who are greedy and full of desires... Only by destroying all human beings on the earth can the evil on the earth be completely eliminated. 】

The gods are declaring cruel prophecies.

But Faer suddenly felt that it was a matter of course.

Human beings never deserve to be forgiven.

Whether it was the previous life or the present.

The master shouldn't be here, he should go back to where he really belongs.

There, he will never be harmed again.

It is precisely because of such a firm belief that Faer chose to follow the will of that god.

As long as the master's memory that has been sleeping for thousands of years is awakened, and the master becomes the Son of God again, the master can return to the kingdom of God.

Until tonight, Faer was adamant that this was the right thing to do.

But when he really woke up the Son of God from thousands of years ago, he knelt on the ground and looked at that person, feeling uneasy and uncertain in his heart.

This... is really the master?

Although they have the same appearance... no, it should be explained that they are the same body, but the boy in front of him gave him an extremely strange feeling.

It was so unfamiliar that he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic in his heart.

The young man's eyes flitted across his body lightly, looking at him as if looking at a grain of sand, a leaf, as if looking at everything.

That's not arrogance, it's not condescending.

The boy's demeanor seemed to be purely standing at a very high place, looking down on all living beings.

At that moment, for some reason, he became more and more flustered, and his mind became even more chaotic.

that look...

It doesn't look like the owner's eyes.

His master would never look at anyone like that...never!

The sound of the wind passed by his ears, and Faer, who woke up from the memory, suddenly clenched his fists.

That person's eyes are deep, and he can't see the bottom or the end.

In the eyes of that person, everything is silent.

But in his memory, the master's eyes are always bright as if dancing with light.

So... is that person really his master?

Faer clenched his fingers and closed his eyes.

He closed it tightly, so hard that the corners of his eyes trembled.

no……

He didn't want to admit it, but there was a voice deep in his heart telling him.

The Son of God who was awakened by him was not the master he was familiar with.

Not at all!

Fael raised his hands to cover his face, his fingertips digging deep into the depths of the black hair.

His pursed lips showed pain.

Did I do something wrong?

What should I do?

In the dark night, the shadow of the huge rock enveloped the young man covering his face with his hands, almost merging with the darkness.

Even though so many years have passed, even though he looks so powerful on the outside...but he knows that he is still the timid and cowardly little attendant many years ago...

The little squire...still alone in the dark in fear...with tears in his eyes waiting for his master to return...

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Mia lay quietly on the bed with a calm expression, as if she was in a peaceful sleep.

The bright firelight in the room was reflected on his face, and the invisible air current that surrounded him just now disappeared after he fell asleep on the bed, and his pale golden hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow.

"That was just now..."

Antiste's voice broke the silence in the room.

"It wasn't Mia just now!"

Sardis interrupted Antiste.

Antiste sighed.

"Of course I know."

He looked at the sleeping Mia solemnly.

"'Son of God'...or Mia's 'previous life'..."

Antiste recalled not long ago, the Son of God sighed softly when he stood in the courtyard and looked up at the night sky.

【Mother……】

"Why would the moon god Davia leave the earth in anger, abandon the human beings who believed in her, and close her divine kingdom forever...why would she say that prophecy that was close to a curse a thousand years ago...predicting a cataclysm after a thousand years It will come to the earth again and destroy mankind..."

Antiste sighed.

"Thousands of years ago, humans killed her children."

He looked at the slender red mark on the throat of the sleeping boy, and smiled wryly.

"Thousands of years later, human beings still haven't made any progress... No wonder the Moon God has been trying to bring Mia back."

While Antiste was sighing, Sardis stood quietly by the bed, staring at Mia.

When he heard the last sentence 'Bring it back', he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Antiste.

Antiste's chest trembled, and he couldn't help but pause for breath.

That glance made him feel great pressure.

It's just that the sense of oppression is not the majesty of a human emperor, but a stronger...a higher level of coercion that makes people unable to resist from the bottom of their hearts.

This feeling...is very similar to what he felt from the awakened 'Son of God' not long ago!

Antiste looked at Sardis, suddenly startled.

"Your eyes—"

Sardis's pupils are rare different colors, one black and one green, extremely conspicuous.

But at this moment, there was a light blue streamer flowing around the edges of the irises of the eyes that were supposed to be of different colors, making his eyes shimmer with azure blue.

Sardis lowered his head and looked at his hands.

From just now, he felt that something was wrong with his body.

Deep in his chest, where his heart was beating, there seemed to be an endless stream of power gushing out, circling around his body.

That is an unknown force.

He can feel the strength of this power, and now is just the beginning of this power.

His eyes fell on his left wrist.

The gold ring on Mia's hand has been broken by 'Mia', but the ring on his wrist is still there.

When he ordered the royal craftsmen to build it, he made it with the requirement of 'once it is buckled, it can never be opened again' - at that time, he only thought of never letting Mia leave him again.

Whether it was the bracelet or the silver chain, they were extremely hard, and even he couldn't cut them off.

After pondering for a while, Sardis raised his right hand and pressed it on the gold ring on his left wrist.

With a sudden force on his fingers, the blue light in the depths of his pupils flickered.

With a crisp click, the gold ring shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground together with the thin chain.

Antiste looked at the shattered golden ring, then looked up at Sardis.

He said: "Maybe it's my illusion, but I think... the feeling you give me now, Your Majesty, is very similar to Mia just now."

"Hmph, are they similar?"

Sardis snorted softly, clenched his hands, and then let go.

"I don't know why though."

The blue light in his pupils was still flickering.

"But I can feel that there seems to be a strange power in my body."

And he still remembered that it was this power that suddenly erupted in his extreme anger that allowed him, who was originally immobile, to get rid of the invisible shackles on his body.

He remembered that at that time, 'Mia' gave a slight snort, as if a little surprised.

Although I still don't know what that strange power is and where it came from, but...

"If this power really has any connection with the one just now."

Sardis turned his head sideways, and his eyes fell on Mia who was still sleeping.

"Maybe I can do something with this power," he said.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to lift Mia who was lying on the bed, and hugged her upper body into his arms.

With one arm around Mia, the other hand was raised to caress Mia's cheek.

Sardis lowered his head, and he stared at the light blue light passing through the pupils of the boy in his arms.

"Mia."

His voice was so soft that only they could hear each other.

"Can you hear me?"

His voice was as gentle as coaxing a sleepy child.

"...You should wake up."

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When Mia opened his eyes, he was still in the boundless sea.

What was different from before was that after waking up again, he was in a huge vortex.

The vortex is terrifyingly large, piercing through the sky and the earth, and there is no end in sight.

In the whirlpool, he was the only one.

He pressed his head, and suddenly remembered the figure he saw behind the waterfall at the moment when the waterfall went upstream.

Consciousness disappeared too quickly, and he didn't have time to see the appearance of that person.

He just vaguely felt that the figure was very familiar to him and attracted him.

As if...he and 'he' were supposed to be...

Mia shook her head and stopped thinking about things he couldn't understand.

He raised his head and looked around.

As far as the eye can see, there are walls of whirling water flow, and the sky cannot be seen above, and the earth cannot be seen below.

Let him have the illusion of being imprisoned here by the vortex.

...he can't stay here forever, he has to go.

But how to leave?

【Mia...】

Mia raised her head sharply.

This familiar voice from above is——

His eyes widened.

He saw invisible air currents swirling in the void above his head, forming a spiral vortex.

The wind roared from above, blowing his hair back into the air.

The surrounding sea shook.

The world seemed to be shaking.

The vortex of the airflow is expanding, as if there is an invisible force eroding this world from the outside.

[Mia! 】

In the expanded air vortex, a hand stretched out from it.

Downward, in the direction where he is.

Sadie--

His pupils clearly reflected the familiar hand reaching out to him.

Mia stretched out her hand upwards with all her might.

He grabbed the hand.

That hand also grabbed him firmly.

Both hands are tightly held together.

At the moment when the two hands were clasped, the swirling air vortex suddenly exploded and exploded, sweeping the entire seawater world like a storm——

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The night passed, and the morning sun had risen.

The sun shone into the room and fell on the intertwined blond hair of the two men in different shades.

The eyelashes carrying a little shattered light trembled, and Mia slowly opened her eyes in Sardis' arms.

Sardis looked at the person in his arms with gentle eyes.

He said, "Good morning, Mia."

After speaking, he gently kissed the corner of Mia's eyes.