Little Priest's Cat Diary

The bright sun shines on the earth.

Today's sky is extremely clear and cloudless, like a whole piece of blue and clear gemstone, it makes people feel refreshed when looking up.

Even the air seems to be much fresher, with a faint smell of sea water in it.

The trees and green vines in the courtyard seem to have been moistened by invisible water vapor, even under the slightly scorching sun, they look lush and lush.

The green leaves and vines are green and full of vitality.

The fine water droplets flying around the fountain in the middle of the courtyard give people a refreshing feeling of freshness.

In the pool, lavender, goose yellow, and light pink lotus flowers are blooming in large swaths.

For some reason, those lotus flowers with different flowering periods bloomed overnight, gracefully and gracefully.

They stretch out gracefully among the green round leaves, and the elegant, graceful and charming posture makes anyone look at them with affection.

It's a pity that their cute appearance can't impress a certain ruthless...

The bright sunlight shone through the sparkling water on the slender bare feet immersed in the pool water, reflecting the already fair skin as if translucent.

The young man sitting by the pool held up the light yellow lotus that he had just picked. He tilted his head slightly, and the light golden hair fell down from his cheek.

His eyes were slightly bent, and the blue color of the clear sky was revealed from the thick feather-like eyelashes.

A giant deer with hair as bright and beautiful as flames knelt down in front of the young man. On top of his head, a pair of huge tree branches and giant horns shone like white jade in the sunlight.

It was lying on the edge of the pool, with its huge head lowered in front of the young man, happily nibbling the yellow lotus in the young man's hand.

Although it is huge in size, its movements are extremely graceful. It can swallow it in one gulp, but it is born to take small bites, eat one or two petals at a time, and chew slowly.

Well, food should be chewed slowly and savored slowly.

Deer Lu, who was content to enjoy the fun of being fed by Mia, thought so, and his bright black eyes narrowed into a line happily.

While it was eating, its big head shook occasionally.

Mia couldn't help laughing at the look of shaking her head.

While continuing to feed Yashaer with petals, he reached out to stroke the head of the big deer.

The big-horned deer who was being stroked made a low hum. The sound, as well as the movement of actively rubbing Mia's hand, seemed to be acting like a baby.

At that time, it didn't see the demeanor of a mature and majestic big-horned deer at all.

That's what Antiste saw when he walked into the courtyard.

Under the gentle sunlight, among the lotus flowers swaying in the breeze, beside the sparkling pool water.

A boy with a bright smile and a fiery red deer with his head tilted and coquettish.

It has always been like this from before to now.

Not even cruel times have changed that scene in the quiet courtyard.

Seeing the familiar scene in front of him, Antiste felt a warm current in his heart.

Letting out a long breath, he seemed to be infected by the joy in the courtyard, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

He walked forward.

When his footsteps sounded, Mia who was sitting by the pool turned her head.

When she saw that it was him, Mia's eyes curled up.

"teacher."

The smiling boy shouted, his voice was clear, like spring water.

Mia turned her head to look at Antiste, then stopped to feed the big horned deer.

The big deer who opened his mouth happily while enjoying Mia's touch and eating was not happy. He arched Mia with his big head, and just bumped into Mia's hand holding a bunch of lotus petals.

In an instant, the petals that Mia held in her hand were knocked away, and most of them scattered on the head of the big horned deer.

In particular, there are a few petals that happen to hang on the snow-white antlers. At first glance, it looks like flowers are blooming on the snow-white branches.

Mia and Antiste couldn't help laughing at the dazed look of the big horned deer whose head was sprinkled with petals.

Antiste smiled, watching Mia reach out to remove the petals hanging from the antlers of the big horned deer.

"Although it is a gluttonous and gluttonous stupid deer, it is the one that gave you the greatest help at the most critical moment."

After the ceremony yesterday, he had learned everything that happened from Mia.

It's just that at that time, neither he nor his teacher were busy cleaning up the aftermath, so they didn't even have the time to say a few more words to Mia.

After a busy day and night, now I finally have a time to breathe.In addition, he heard that the stupid deer had carried that idiot Faer back, so he took the time to come over and take a look.

"Whether it's Faer or that red-haired thief, even the dolphin and that stupid deer have helped you..."

Although the corners of Antiste's lips were raised, there was a hint of disappointment in his tone of voice.

"At such a dangerous moment, I failed to give you any help."

He laughed at himself.

"My teacher is really disqualified."

Although he knew that it was force majeure, and that as a human being, he could not participate in the confrontation between the gods, but Antiste still had a grudge against the fact that he let Mia fight everything alone and he could do nothing. .

Looking at the self-deprecating Antiste, Mia blinked.

"No, teacher, you, like them, have helped me a lot."

"Okay, don't comfort me." Antiste snorted, "At that time, I fell asleep and passed out. What can I do for you?"

"No, teacher, you did help me a lot."

Mia shook her head with a smile.

"I shot down the ladder with one arrow."

He says,

"So, do you still remember who taught me archery skills?"

"........."

"If you didn't have a teacher who taught me since I was a child, my arrow might have been shot crookedly." The young man said with a smile, "And the consequences of shooting crookedly..."

Antiste: "..."

If you shoot crookedly, there will be no consequences.

Wangcheng is gone.

He is gone.

Nothing.

Looking at Mia who was smiling at her, Antiste couldn't help but smile.

"Your statement is really..."

He laughed.

Although Mia's statement was a bit far-fetched, it was undeniable that talking to that child would make him feel better involuntarily.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but it's been there since before, that clear voice is like sea water, it can wash away the shadows in people's hearts little by little.

"Then I will accept the credit that belongs to me unceremoniously."

He smiled and sat down by the pool too.

He sat beside Mia, just like before.

In other words, nothing has changed from before to now.

…………

………………

He knelt on the ground, his pupils were all red.

I don't know if everything around him dyed his eyes red, or his eyes were already scarlet.

He raised his hand and saw that his hands had also been stained red.

The crimson liquid flowed down from between his fingers, and dripped into the pool of blood under his feet, dizzying circles of water marks.

He saw his own reflection in the pool of blood beneath his feet.

Ferocious and terrifying, like a ghost-like face.

The corpses, broken arms and white bones intertwined, with him as the center, extending infinitely in all directions.

It was a scene of hell.

And he is the devil who forged that purgatory.

Bloodthirsty, tyrannical devil, that's what he would be - if he had no master - that's what he would be.

【Human beings have always been ugly, you are not eligible to be forgiven. 】

That voice sounded in his head again.

He looked up in bewilderment.

Looking up, he saw the familiar figure.

In the filthy blood-red world, only that figure was clean, even the bare feet that stepped on the bloody ground were not stained with any dust.

A huge full moon in the dark night sky.

The man walked forward on the road formed by the gathering moonlight, gradually drifting away.

He knelt in a pool of blood, staring blankly at the figure who had left him.

【That ugly world is not worthy for the master to stay, he should go back to where he should go. 】

[Yes, that is the best result for the master. 】

There was a sneer.

Can't tell if it's someone else's or his own.

Do you really think that way?

……

He opened his eyes and watched the figure go away from him.

... deep down in his heart... did he really think so?

that person.

More than any other important existence in his life.

That is the meaning of his existence.

If that person leaves, then he...

A long time ago, a thin child crouched in the corner of the door, the cold moonlight fell on the child's pale face through the crack of the door, and fell into the wide-open black pupils looking out the door with longing and anticipation.

The little child resisted the hunger and thirst, and kept his eyes open, not daring to sleep, waiting anxiously for his master's return.

He waited for a long time, hoped for a long, long time, but in the end he couldn't wait for anything...

…………

Do not……

don't leave me!

The man who woke up from the nightmare suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hand of the person who happened to be standing by the bed at the moment.

Still in a state of fright, his pupils dilated slightly, and the focus of his eyes was a little loose.

His chest heaved sharply, his breathing was rapid, and fine beads of sweat ooze from his pale forehead.

He looked at the person in front of him in a trance, and after a while, his dilated pupils slowly focused, reflecting the face of the person whose hands were tightly held by him.

The man with blue eyes raised his eyebrows and looked down at him with a half-smile, allowing him to hold his hand tightly and not shake it off.

"Master General Faer, I haven't seen you in just a few years, so miss me?"

The familiar voice with obvious sarcasm came into Faer's ears, he paused, and slowly let go of his hand holding Antiste.

He lowered his eyes.

The shadow of the dark eyelashes shrouded, making his eye sockets more and more sunken in the shadow.

A gloomy look flashed across his half-closed eyes.

What he catches is not who he wants to catch.

His master... was not with him.

"What? When I fell into the sea and drank water, my brain got flooded? Is it dumb? Can't speak?"

Antiste's sarcasm did not cause the slightest ripple in Faer's body.

He lowered his head and sat quietly on the bed, his body shrouded in dead silence.

Sitting there, his whole body was like a rotten wood carving, without any vitality that belonged to a living person.

Antiste, who wanted to stab that guy a few words, clicked his tongue in displeasure when he saw Faer's lifeless look.

"Okay, don't act like you're not alive."

Impatiently, he raised his hand to pat the hair in front of him.

"I'll call him over."

Faer, who was sitting on the bed like a sculpture, trembled slightly with his fingertips.

He moved suddenly.

Shaking his head.

Shaking his head vigorously.

While shaking his head vigorously, he clenched the quilt tightly with his fingers.

Under the banner of being good for the master, I thought I was right to make decisions on behalf of the master, and thus did many things against the master's wishes.

But at the last moment, he changed his mind.

On the surface, it was because the thief said it was for the master's true wish, but deep down, it was not because of his own selfishness and desire?

He... After all, he was just a selfish and ugly guy who didn't want his master to leave him.

Now, what face does he have to meet his master?

What qualifications does he have to continue to stay by the master's side?

After shaking his head vigorously, Faer lifted the quilt covering him.

He lifted the quilt and said in a low voice, "I'll be leaving right away..."

cluck.

The sound of the wooden door being pushed open interrupted Faer's voice.

The figure that walked through the door took Phael's breath away.

He still maintained the posture of half-kneeling on the bed because he wanted to get up.

He just kept that posture and froze in place, even the muscles on his face were stiff, as if his whole body was instantly petrified.

He watched helplessly as the figure he would never forget approached him from the door.

The inexplicable sense of fear gave Faer an instant urge to escape from there.

But he couldn't move.

There seemed to be an invisible force there, pressing him tightly, firmly controlling him, making him unable to move.

The intense fear made his breathing difficult at that moment.

Yes, he is afraid.

After going through so many things, now that everything has changed beyond recognition, everything he has done is a betrayal of his master.

Therefore, he did not dare to look into Mia's eyes.

Therefore, he did not dare to listen to Mia's words.

Therefore, he dared not see Mia.

Not because he was worried about being reprimanded—he knew that his master was very gentle, so he would not reprimand him, let alone reprimand him—and even took the initiative to comfort him and comfort him.

But it was because of this that he couldn't pass the test in his heart.

The one who cannot forgive him is himself.

He wants to escape.

But his body couldn't move.

So he could only bow his head deeply, not daring to look at Mia who was coming.

He half-kneeled on the bed, clutching the quilt with his fingers so hard that he almost tore the quilt.

The knuckles that were clenched to the extreme showed faint traces of whitening.

The room was unusually quiet, like deathly silence to Fael.

The silence suffocates him.

Mia stood quietly at the end of the bed, in front of him.

And he lowered his head in panic.

He didn't dare to look up, so he couldn't see the look on the other person's face.

His lips that were so tight that there was no blood twitched, and he tried to make a sound.

But at that moment, there seemed to be an invisible sharp knife in his body that cut his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

...or maybe it's because he doesn't know how to make a sound himself.

Fael shut his mouth and eyes.

He thought bitterly, it would be better for him to leave.

He shouldn't appear in front of the master again... From now on, he just needs to guard the master secretly...

Just as that thought flashed through his mind, his pupils trembled suddenly.

A hand was stroking his head.

Not big hands.

But extremely warm hands.

A familiar touch came from the top of his head.

From a very young age, every time when he did well and when he did something bad, a hand would touch his head like now.

From before to now... never changed.

Suddenly, a strong sense of sourness surged like sea waves, rushing up the tip of the nose and spreading to the corners of the eyes.

He couldn't see the red corners of his eyes, but he knew that his eye sockets were very hot.

Faer clenched his teeth tightly until his muscles spasmed.

But even so, he still couldn't control his eyes.

Water mist gushed out from his eyes, blurring his vision.

Hot tears flowed from his eyes one drop after another, and dripped on the back of his hand that was tightly gripping the quilt.

The hand covering his head was still stroking his head.

One moment, one moment.

What passed through the hair was the warmth he never lost.

Fael's lips trembled.

He tried his best to endure for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold back and cried out bitterly.

Faer didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just knelt on the bed, lowered his head, and cried bitterly.

Crying very hard.

Mia stood by the bed and looked at Faer.

He also didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just the same as before, gently touching the head of the young man who was crying like a child.