Little Priest's Cat Diary

Although it was still daytime, the entire sky was gloomy.

Dark clouds cover the sky and block out the sun, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

Under the gloomy sky, the red hair that was soaked in blood and became more gorgeous was particularly conspicuous.

The red-haired phantom thief was lying on the ground, leaning against the gray rock with his upper body.

He silently covered his chest with one hand, but blood continued to ooze out from between his fingers, staining his hand and clothes bloody.

"Fael..."

After saying three words, he coughed painfully.

Blood spilled from the corner of his lips and dripped down his chin.

He was coughing in pain, looking sideways out of the corner of his eye.

Not far to the left, the long wooden box that fell from his hand lay quietly on the gravel.

The gray-black wooden box is outdated, looks gray at first glance, and is extremely inconspicuous lying in the gray rock.

The corners of Shidir's blood-stained lips rose slightly.

Sure enough, his intuition was still very accurate.

This thing is very important.

Otherwise, Faer would not be here.

He guessed that Faer's purpose was to prevent him from taking the thing to Isiah.

And the only one who can give Faer such an order is Moon God.

It seems that this thing can help Isiah resist the moon god.

pat.

A drop of water fell on Shidir's face, and the coolness came through the skin.

The dark clouds hovered in the sky for a long time, and finally began to fall.

pat pat pat.

Bean-sized raindrops fell with such force that they smashed up all the dust on the ground.

As the heavy rain came crashing down, the already gloomy sky became darker and darker.

In the gray rain, a young man with black hair and black eyes stood, almost blending into the darkness.

The long sword in his right hand pointed at Shidir, and the blood stained on the blade was mixed with rainwater, dripping from the tip of the arrow.

His face was hidden in shadow, making it impossible to see.

But even in the dark, he can still clearly feel his gaze staring at Hidir, as cold as the rain falling on the ground at this moment.

He stood there, his whole body was as cold as a stone sculpture without emotion.

The moment Shidir called out his name, he took a step forward with a blank expression.

The sharp sword in his hand slashed straight at Shidir again.

With a crisp clang, the dagger that Sidir pulled out from his waist in time caught the sharp blade that was slashing at him.

The sword blades staggered against each other, making a piercing friction sound.

The sharp blades reflected each other's faces brightly.

Shidir gritted his teeth.

If he was normal, he would still be able to fight Faer.

But now, the body that has not eaten for several days and has been running around underground has long been extremely weak, and the sword that was caught off guard just now made it even worse.

The sword he was blocking Faer at this moment had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.

At this moment, there was a crash, and heavy rain poured down.

There seemed to be a hole in the sky, and the bean-sized raindrops crazily hit the ground, getting bigger and faster.

In an instant, everything between the sky and the earth was covered by the rain curtain.

Holding the long sword in his right hand, Faer pinned Hidir to the ground with great force.

His hair was drenched with rain and clung wetly to his brown cheeks.

Streams of rainwater trickled down his chin and side of his neck.

He looked down at Shidir below him, his dark pupils were dark and cold.

The two of them haven't seen each other for five years.

Five years ago, he left the Royal City of Portoyas, and there was no further news.

And the Thousand Faces Phantom Thief who was active for a while also disappeared.

In five years, they had not met once.

The two of them were strangers.

Losing the only connection between each other, they no longer have any relationship, let alone the need to meet.

...It's just that neither he nor Xidir could have imagined that the two people would meet again five years later, and it would be like this.

Faer looked down at Shidir with indifferent eyes.

Those dark eyes are like a pair of inorganic glass beads.

It is gray and cold, and there is no human emotion in it.

Shidir gritted his teeth.

He held the sharp blade tightly with his short sword.

He looked up and saw behind Faer there was a gray curtain of rain and dark clouds.

Boom, a loud noise, shaking the world, shaking people's heart palpitations.

The thunder churned in the dark clouds.

The strength of the body was exhausted little by little, and Shidir's breathing became more and more rapid.

His hand holding the dagger was shaking.

The sharp blade was pressed down little by little.

pat.

Reddish drops of blood mixed with rain from the long sword dripped onto his face.

Seeing that his life was about to die, the red-haired monster's lips pursed for a moment, but suddenly raised a high arc.

He looked at Fael.

The shining blade was right in front of him, but there was no fear in his eyes.

He even used the upturned corners of his lips to express a strong sense of sarcasm towards the person who controlled his life.

"Phael."

He called the name of the young man above.

"What did the moon god promise you? Great power? Supreme power? Endless wealth? Eternal life?"

There was obvious provocation in his words.

"What did she use to impress you, to make you abandon your original master and choose a new master?"

The provocative words of the red-haired thief did not move Faer in the slightest.

Perhaps it should be said that Fael, who knew a little about Shidir because of the past intersection, knew very well that Shidir deliberately wanted to provoke his anger.

"I have only one master."

He said, still expressionless.

The hand suddenly exerted force.

With a clang, the dagger in Xidir's hand came out, whirled in the rain, and fell to the ground not far away.

Shidir gasped violently.

The blood from his chest flowed more and more quickly, almost staining his entire shirt with blood.

His exhausted body was so weak that he could not move. He was leaning against the gray rock, his face pale, in stark contrast to his red-stained clothes.

He watched Fael hold the long sword behind his back with both hands.

The sharp sword was raised high, the snow-white blade still shining coldly in the dark rain.

Maybe in the next second, it will pierce Hidir's throat.

However, even at this point, the bloodless lips of the red-haired phantom thief are still raised.

"I'm dead, your master will be sad."

He smiled and said,

"Maybe I'll cry."

"Are you going to make your beloved master cry?"

This time, Faer's eyes moved slightly.

"will not."

The dark-haired youth replied.

His voice was so low that it was like a heavy rain.

"He won't be sad."

When he said these words, what appeared in Faer's mind was the night more than ten days ago.

The appearance of that young man bathed in the moonlight, and the pair of sea blue eyes that flitted across his body lightly.

He was still the same person, with the same body, but he felt a great sense of strangeness from the young man.

Also, an indescribable alienation.

【Is that person... really the master he has been thinking about? 】

At that time, this terrible thought couldn't help appearing in his heart.

Even though he tried his best to convince himself that everything he did was for the sake of his master, this idea has been lingering in his mind since that night.

Like a needle stuck deep in the bottom of my heart, it can never be pulled out.

——That person will not be sad for you.

Faer subconsciously said this sentence.

It's not so much that he's talking to Shidir, it's better to say that he's talking to himself.

——In that person's eyes, he was not there.

Even if he died in front of that person, that person wouldn't feel anything.

In the eyes of the gods, human beings are as insignificant as ants.

But, would his gentle master watch him die without any surprise in his eyes?

The long sword held behind both hands stopped in mid-air.

A flash of shockingly bright lightning cut through the clouds, and for a split second the light illuminated Fael's face.

In the depths of those gloomy black eyes, there was nothing but confusion.

From an early age, the direction of his path was to follow behind his master.

But now, he can no longer find his own direction.

That night, he left the Sea God Temple in a panic.

When he stood blankly on the high mountain and felt confused because of doubts in his heart, he heard the will that sounded in his mind again.

It was the will for him to come here and kill the blasphemer.

So here he is.

After waiting for several days, I finally got Shidir who came out of the gap.

Now, he should follow his will and kill him.

"You are not a qualified servant."

Fael's pupils reflected Sidir's lips opening and closing.

The weak voice of the other party penetrated into his ears very clearly amidst the noisy rain.

"As a servant, you are just the master's hands and feet, as long as you obey the master's orders, that's enough."

"But now you are arbitrarily making decisions for your master."

In the rain curtain, apart from Hidir's voice, there was only the sound of the rain splashing on the ground.

Two people who were also drenched faced each other in the torrential rain.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the bodies and faces of the two of them, causing pain.

Hidir didn't seem to notice it, and just raised his finger forward.

In the direction his finger pointed, an old black wooden box lay quietly in the mud, bearing the wash of the heavy rain, and the muddy water splashed on it made it look even more dirty.

"I got that from the shrine below."

"That belongs to Mia."

The red-haired phantom thief took a quick breath.

Then he smiled again at Fael.

"Let's make a choice."

"It is according to the will of the moon god Davia to kill the blasphemous me here."

"Or... instead of me, send what belongs to your master to your master."

Consciousness gradually became blurred, and the vision in front of him gradually became blurred.

Even Faer's figure became a double image in his eyes.

He held on, and with a provocative and playful smile as always, he said the last sentence.

"Fael, which one would you choose..."

Before he could finish the last sentence, his hand suddenly fell from the air.

Siddell closed his eyes.

Strands of wet red hair stuck to his face, making his complexion paler and more terrifying.

The blood flowing from his body mixed with the rainwater and gathered under him into a shallow pool of blood.

His breathing gradually weakened.

Faer remained silent and did not speak.

The tip of the long sword in his hand was still facing Hidir.

Wet black hair stuck to his cheeks, and water stains continuously flowed from the ends of the hair, flowed into his eyes, and seeped out from the corners of his eyes, dripping down his face.

At this moment, his face was covered with water marks.

The water trickled down, dripping from his chin incessantly.

It was a grim face.

It was a face without any expression.

But the water marks that fell down from the face one after another looked like criss-cross tears, and there were some invisible traces of pain.

Closing his eyes, Faer stabbed the sword in his hand.

The cold light passed by, and blood spattered.