Little Priest's Cat Diary

After that day, Mia never saw General Tellea again.

According to the old housekeeper, Your Excellency the General is making preparations before going on an expedition. He has been extremely busy these days, and he is staying in the barracks for food and lodging.

In the past two days, Nadia rarely showed up. I also know that this knight commander with the name of "Great Sword" is definitely an indispensable combat force on the battlefield, and he must be preparing for the expedition.

Regarding the fact that Mia was going to stay in the general's mansion, the Sea God Hall did not respond.

So, these few days Mia lived very comfortably.

The only thing that bothered him was that Sardis was always worried that he would not be able to fall asleep or have nightmares because of that incident, so he said every day that he would sleep with him.

At first it was only noon, but at night that guy also stayed up in his luxurious big bed, insisting on going to the guest room to sleep with him.

Even if Mia repeatedly said that she was fine, Sardis didn't believe it, and insisted that Mia was trying to be brave.

In a rage, Mia, who was overcrowded, simply slept directly on the luxurious big bed in the master bedroom of Sardis.

In this regard, Sardis has no objection.

Today is the day when King David led the army to go to war. The alleys in the king's city were empty, and the people stood on the side of the street to watch their soldiers leave.

The land was silent, only the loud and rhythmic footsteps echoing on the street could be heard.

On the street, there was no noise, no one crying, and the people on the street threw pale yellow or fiery red petals on the soldiers who were marching solemnly.

Those are the petals of the tulip symbolizing triumph.

The soft petals fell on the cold and hard armor, and then fell to the ground with rustling, or were blown away by the wind.

The thick and majestic wind horn echoed in the city, passing through the clear sky.

One of the three major armies, the Knights of the Sword, was on one side of the army. At the forefront of the knights, General Treya, who led the knights forward, turned his head.

He looked far to the left, in the direction of his mansion.

After only one glance, he withdrew his gaze.

He raised his head and looked forward, his eyes were firm and his expression was solemn.

The north is his battlefield.

A fiery red tulip petal fell from his silver-white shoulder armor, and then was swept up by the wind, swept high into the sky, and soon disappeared.

……

A piece of soft red petals lightly passed over the martial arts training platform, and then quietly fell into the nearby fountain pool, causing the water surface to ripple a little.

The sharp spear pierced through the thick wooden board with the sound of howling wind.

With a muffled bang, the shoulder of the training plank of the human figure was split into two pieces.

The boy who retracted the spear frowned, and said, "It's crooked."

His shot just now was aimed at the throat, but it was skewed to the collarbone.

Sardis raised his hand, anxiously pulled the bandage on his right eye, and complained, "When will this thing be untied?"

The right eye is blocked, and it is difficult to judge the direction and distance with only one left eye.

Mia, who was standing by the side, looked at the cracked human-shaped training board in the upper half, and then thought about the small hole she poked into the board, and she felt a little stuffed.

He said: "That's why I told you not to worry, the bandage can be removed the day after tomorrow, at least you have to wait until the bandage is removed before training."

"You can do basic training without practicing guns."

Sardis retorted unconvinced.

In the past few days, he must sleep with Mia, not so much because he is worried that Mia can't sleep well, it's better to say...it's him who can't sleep well.

He would always dream of the scene of Mia lying lifeless on the grass on a gloomy afternoon.

Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he can only calm down when he sees Mia sleeping next to him, and he can fall asleep again only by holding Mia's hand.

Sardis looked at his hands, his fingers and palms were no longer as soft and delicate as before, and several months of training had left a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips and tiger's mouth, which was quite rough.

He knew that he had become a lot stronger, much stronger than his previous self.

But it's not enough, not enough at all!

He is still too weak.

As long as he remembered the scene where he was kicked away by his 'father', and the scene where he could only watch Miya almost strangled to death, the bottom of the boy's heart was like being burned by a raging fire.

He had never wanted power, wanted to be stronger - stronger than his 'father', stronger than Nadia, stronger than anyone else.

Sardis looked at his hands, feeling annoyed for the first time because of his waywardness in the past.

If he hadn't given up practicing martial arts at the age of seven because of his parents' indifference, then he would definitely be able to save Mia from his 'father' now.

A hand reached out and pressed it on his.

"No, you can't practice martial arts now. If you sweat, the wound will be infected... Uh, I heard from the doctor that sweat on the wound will slow the healing of the wound and may cause the wound to fester."

Suddenly remembering that there is no such thing as 'infection' in this era, Mia quickly changed the term.

"You don't want to disfigure yourself, do you?"

Sardis, who didn't listen to any persuasion before, paused when he heard the word 'disfigurement'.

Then, he obediently followed Mia and left the training ground.

The training ground became quiet, only the red petals that fell into the fountain pool just now swayed in the wind, making waves in the pool water.

…………

One day later, in the morning, the doctor came to help Mia remove the bandage.

As soon as the bandage was removed, Mia felt relieved, and it was really suffocating to have something tied around her neck all the time.

He touched his neck in the mirror, and there were still obvious bruises on his neck.It seems that before these bruises dissipate, he still can't return to the Sea God Temple, but he doesn't know how long it will take for these bruises to disappear.

Mia was pondering over here, when he suddenly heard a loud bang in the next room, as if something had hit the ground heavily, which startled him.

Immediately afterwards, there was another crash, which sounded like a smashing sound.

He was wondering what happened over there, and soon someone came to him and told him what happened.

"Your Excellency, please go and persuade the young master."

The old butler sighed,

"Just after taking off the bandage, the young master looked in the mirror..."

Having said that, he didn't continue talking, and sighed again, with a distressed look on his face.

Before the old housekeeper could continue, Mia got up and quickly walked into Sardis' room.

The bedroom, which was originally decorated luxuriously and exquisitely, was now in a mess. The multi-grid racks of ornaments fell to the ground, and the gold pots on the racks, jade carvings, hollowed-out brass small incense burners and other things rolled all over the floor.

The huge ceramic vase next to the bed was completely shattered, with pieces flying everywhere.

Not to mention the one-person-high mirror, which was lying on the ground in pieces at this moment.

There was no one in the room, apparently kicked out by Sardis.

There were still bandages scattered on the ground. The young man was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him, exuding a dejected aura all over his body, and his bright blond hair seemed to have faded.

"Sardis."

Avoiding the ceramic shards on the ground, Mia yelled softly as he walked forward. He saw Sardis move his shoulders, and he had obviously heard his yell.

However, Sardis did not turn his head, nor did he answer.

Mia walked around the bed and walked in front of Sardis.

Sardis still didn't look up, he raised his knees and stepped on the edge of the bed.

Hold your knees with your arms, and bury half of your face in your right knee.

Mia thought for a while and squatted down.

He put one hand on Sardis' left knee and looked up at him.

"Sardis?"

This time, Sardis did not avoid his sight, looked at him with green eyes, and the expression on the exposed half of his face looked sad.

Miya sighed inwardly.

He could understand Sardis's mood at the moment. After all, the young man in front of him had always been proud of his beauty. Now that he had a scar on his face, he would be very sad.

He raised his hand, reached out to Sardis, and softly coaxed the sad boy.

"Let me see your injury."

Sardis didn't say a word, looked at him fixedly, and then slowly raised his head a little.

There was a clear scar on the underside of his right eye.

The scar was almost close to his eye, extending to one side almost parallel to his lower eyelid.

Just as Mia was staring at the scar, Sardis finally spoke.

"Isn't it ugly?" he asked.

Mia hesitated, he didn't know how to answer.

To be honest, he really didn't think it was ugly. In his opinion, this scar was very thin. At first glance, it looked like a face line was drawn right now, and it didn't cause too much damage to Sardis' face.

But if he said that, Sardis must have felt that he was lying to comfort him. With the sensitive and arrogant character of the Persian cat, it would only cause more troublesome consequences.

Uh, it doesn't seem to matter whether you say yes or no.

Seeing that Mia hesitated to speak, Sardis' eyes became darker, and the black eyes above the scars became darker and darker.

He stared at Mia and asked, "Do you not like me anymore?"

"what?"

Mia, who was thinking about how to answer, let out a surprised and bewildered ah.

"You like good-looking people... At first you liked me because I was good-looking. Now, I'm not good-looking, so you don't like me anymore?"

Mia: "..."

Am I that superficial?

Like it when you see it?

Am I such a scumbag?

Do you like whoever looks better?

…………and many more.

He seemed... seemed to be... really this kind of person.

Mia, who was tricked by the face-controlling person who had posted on her back then, was a little speechless.

I don't know if it's his illusion, he seems to be cheating himself all the time.

For a moment, not knowing whether to complain about Sardis or herself, Mia looked up at Sardis with a headache.

The young man lowered his eyes, his eyelashes seemed to be a little wilted, his face was vaguely disturbed, and his lips were pursed tightly, hiding a trace of uneasiness.

Mia was taken aback.

So, this person's current sadness and anxiety are all because he is worried that he thinks he is ugly?

For some reason, Mia couldn't help laughing.

"What are you talking about?" He said with a smile, "It's not that I don't like you from now on, I obviously don't like you a long time ago."

"you--"

Sardis's chest was blocked, he was angry and anxious, and he was aggrieved.

"Sardis."

Mia smiled, and lightly brushed the scar on Sardis' cheek with her fingertips.

"Actually, I am very happy to see your injury."

With Sardis staring blankly at him, Mia said, "This injury is proof that you have become stronger."

If there is no such injury, then you may have lost an eye now.

You are stronger than before to have this scar.

So, I am very happy.

The boy's eyes were bent into the arc of a crescent moon.

He said: "So, for me, it's a nice scar, I like the scar, you know?"

After understanding the meaning of Mia's words, Sardis' eyes softened.

When he saw the scars on his face for the first time, he froze for a moment. His first reaction was not anger or annoyance, but nervousness and anxiety.

He knew that Mia liked good-looking people.

So, did Mia dislike him after seeing the bruise on his face?

If Mia really dares not to like him, then he—

Sardis could feel Mia's fingertips lightly brushing over the scar under his eyes, and for some reason, the pain there seemed to have eased a bit.

The chest that had been blocked all the time became unobstructed again, and for a while, he was also relieved a lot about the existence of the scars on his face.

As soon as he relaxed, he returned to his usual self-willed appearance.

"Since you like it, it's fine, but I don't want others to see it."

He muttered under his breath, complaining.

"In the future, people will always ask how this scar came about, which is very annoying."

Mia, who was squatting on the ground, blinked, suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she reached out to pick up something from the ground.

It was a small golden fan.

It was originally placed on a multi-grid shelf, but just now the shelf was pushed down by Sardis in a rage, and it also fell to the ground and broke.

This golden fan has no feathers and is a purely decorative ornament.

Made of pure gold, surrounded by gold wire, hollowed out into extremely delicate patterns.

The finely intertwined gold threads are very thin and soft.

With a little force, Mia snapped off one corner of it, and then he raised his hand and pressed the wing-like golden fan on Sardis' right eye.

The golden fan is as thin as a cicada's wing, delicate and bright.

A small piece can just block the circle around the boy's right eye, and the pure gold color complements the boy's blond hair.

Mia said with a smile: "Look, this way others won't be able to see it."

"You mean, wear a mask over the right eye?"

"Yes, don't you think men wearing masks are very handsome and imposing?"

"...Do you really think so?"

"Hmm~"

Mia continued to coax people with a smile.

Sardis didn't speak any more, he took off the golden fan on his right eye and looked at it with a thoughtful expression.

The mask... Mia thinks it looks cool...