Little Priest's Cat Diary

The country of Ston located in the north of Podoyas is an inland country. Due to the lack of water, it often suffers from drought. The harsh living environment not only strengthens the people of Ston, but also makes them form the habit of the weak and the strong.Once there is a drought in the country, they will definitely come out and plunder wealth from other countries.

More than 20 years ago, the weak Portoyas Kingdom was the main plundering target of the Ston people.

At that time, the weak Podoyas were completely unable to resist the aggression of the Ston people, and could only be bullied by them. The Podoyas people living in the north were living in extreme hardship.

Later, with the strength of Podojas, King David built military castles and fortresses in the north to resist the aggression of the Ston people.

The people of Ston, who can't take advantage of it, have gradually changed from coming to plunder anytime and anywhere, to only coming to plunder when disasters occur.

This time they came to attack Portoyas because they suffered from a drought in the first half of the year, so they urgently needed to grab enough food and survival supplies from Portoyas.

Because the Ston people have been unwilling to retreat for a long time, this war has lasted for more than half a month.

The two sides fought several times, winning and losing.

The people of Ston couldn't attack, and the people of Portoyas couldn't completely defeat it, so the two sides were at a stalemate.

The battle is fierce, and the rich blood is spreading on this battlefield.

Countless corpses were buried deep in the ground next to the battlefield, gradually rotting under the ground.

Crows and vultures circled over those fresh mounds.

The air in this land seemed to be filled with the breath of fresh blood.

As time went by, the people of Ston, who lacked food and supplies, obviously became impatient, and the offensive became more and more violent.

Looking at the movement of the Ston army, it is obvious that they plan to launch a general offensive with all their strength in the future and have a decisive battle with the Portoyas.

The situation is like a taut string, ready to explode at any moment.

There is a tense atmosphere in the sky above the city, and this final decisive battle is about to start the day after tomorrow.

……

Most of the night has passed, and at this moment, the night is quiet.

In the darkness of night, the night watchmen held long guns and looked solemn, standing on the city wall like a big tree with roots.

The lights on the city wall swayed in the breeze, illuminating the rough faces of the soldiers mixed with sweat and dust.

The pitch-black boots stepped on the stone floor of the city wall, making steady footsteps.

General Treya walked forward steadily, his silver-white armor had a metallic icy luster under the moonlight, and his black cloak fluttered behind him with his steps.

After inspecting the city wall, he slowed down and walked to the outer wall.

Looking down at the land ahead from the high city wall, the ground is dark, and even the bright moonlight cannot illuminate this land where humans are fighting each other.

The air smelled of rust and blood.

This is the smell that Treya is very familiar with.

For more than 20 years, he has been breathing the breath of war all the time. He has spent half of his life on the battlefield and in fighting. He has lost count of how many people died under his sword.

Now, this breath of blood and fire has penetrated into his bones, fused into his flesh and blood, and can't go away anymore.

The moonlight is beautiful, and tonight is the time when the moon is at its fullest.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, bright and bright, and the stars in the night sky are eclipsed by its brilliance.

Looking at the bright moon, Treya suddenly remembered that that night 15 years ago was also such a full moon with such bright moonlight.

Fifteen years ago, after besieging the city of Clos for a full week, he led his army to attack the city in the middle of the night.

In a bloody battle, he successfully broke through the city gate.

The adopted son of the previous king, the newly appointed King Cross fled to the palace, and he chased him all the way to the palace.

The weak guards of the palace were vulnerable, and he easily broke into the palace.

In the dark night, strange things happened, he raised his head and glanced at the sky.

There was a full moon in the sky, extremely bright.

He withdrew his gaze and quickly stepped into the palace hall.

His pitch-black military boots were still dripping with blood, and every step he stepped on the snow-white marble floor was a blood-red footprint.

When he chased the new King Cross into the hall, he saw the man swinging the sword in his hand, trying to kill a woman.

The lights in the main hall have been extinguished, and the light is dim, so that people can only see a vague figure.

Before he had time to think about it, he rushed forward and pierced King Cross's back with his sword.

Withdrawing the long sword, the figure of King Cross fell before his eyes.

A ray of moonlight shone down from the skylight, fell on the hall, and fell on the woman King Cross wanted to kill before he died.

The long flowing golden hair scattered all over the ground, and the woman knelt on the ground, her snow-white long skirt spread out on the ground, stained with blood, like soft petals spread all over the ground.

The slender shoulders were cut open by the dead King Cross, and the blood trickled down from the fair skin, staining her chest red.

She sat quietly on the ground, letting the blood flow from her shoulders, with a calm expression, neither the joy of being saved, nor the fear and terror.

Her expression was very indifferent, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with her.

The bloodstains on the white clothes on her chest looked like fiery red flowers that had absorbed her blood and bloomed on her chest.

Under the moonlight, she raised her eyes and glanced at him.

…………

Standing on the city wall and bathed in the bright moonlight, Treya closed her eyes.

That night 15 years ago, she took a look at him.

With just one glance, he was completely trapped in those indifferent emerald green eyes, and he was stuck in the mud from then on, unable to extricate himself.

Only later did he know that she was the woman who turned King Cross and his son against each other, the princess of King Cross who was killed by him, Opelila.

He brought Opelina back to Portoyas King City, and asked King David to marry her.

In this regard, Opelila said nothing, did not answer, and did not refuse, she just accepted everything calmly and became his wife.

He knew that Opelila didn't love him, but this beautiful and weak woman had a heart as hard as stone.

She doesn't love anyone.

But he didn't care, as long as Opelila stayed by his side all the time.

Until that day, the false calm was completely broken.

When he saw the soft little life in the cradle, he was extremely happy.

The little life just born in front of him is his and Opelila's child, and it is the continuation of their lives.

He suppressed his excitement, and touched the child's delicate face cautiously and helplessly.

At this moment, his chest was filled with unprecedented joy.

—until the child opened his eyes.

Falling from heaven to hell is but a moment.

The child's dark eye dragged him down to hell.

……

He didn't want to lose Opelila, so he buried everything deep in his heart.

The child is innocent and he knows it.

But that dark eye was like a thorn stuck in his heart, it was deeply stuck in the bottom of his heart, and it couldn't be pulled out or erased.

As long as he saw that eye, he couldn't control the anger and resentment welling up from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't contain his disgust for that kid.

But he knew he couldn't hurt that child.

The child was not only Opelilla's child, but also the child of the king he was loyal to, and also a descendant of the Portoyas royal family that he wanted to protect as a knight.

He can't hurt the kid a bit.

In the painful struggle, he chose to turn a blind eye to the child.

As long as he didn't see that black eye, dark thoughts wouldn't well up in his heart.

Although he didn't know why Opelila didn't like or get close to that child, he was actually relieved because of it.

Later, as the child grew up day by day, seeing the eyes of the young man becoming more and more similar to that of King David, after more than ten years of being corrupted beyond recognition by various negative emotions such as unwillingness, fear and resentment, he still did it after all. Such a disgusting act of evil...

Scenes of the past flashed in his mind one after another, and Treya opened his eyes with determination.

Tomorrow's great battle will be his last as a general, and he will serve his king on the battlefield for the last time.

Even if he disobeyed the king's order, he would not hand over Operalia to King Davies.

After this battle is over and he returns to the royal city, he will leave the royal city with Opelila.

He will give up everything he owns now, change his name and surname from now on, and disappear from everyone's sight together with Opelila.

After leaving the royal city, they find a place that Opelila likes, or go back to her hometown.

He thought softly in his eyes that in the last days of their lives, the two of them would hide there until death came.

The sky is getting brighter, the sun is rising on the horizon, and the sun is illuminating the earth.

The morning sun illuminated the man's resolute face.

The tenderness in his eyes dissipated, and General Treya looked at the battlefield in front of him, his eyes were like gold and iron horses, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

That was his last battle.

He will win, Portoyas will win!

……

The sun was scorching, thousands of horses were galloping on the battlefield, and the sound of horseshoes shook the ground.

The sharp-edged silver gun raised high reflects the dazzling cold light.

The cold iron pierced into the flesh and blood, and when it was pulled out, it was stained red with hot blood.

The Bodoyasi soldiers in silver-white armor and the Ston people in brass-colored armor fought together, and the screams of killing were everywhere.

The neighing of war horses, the clashing of iron blades, and the roaring of soldiers were intertwined and echoed under the scorching sun.

The scalding wind whizzed past, stirring up the bloody breath in the battlefield.

Leading the most powerful iron cavalry of Portoyas, King David rushed into the enemy's line first, followed by his loyal guards.

The long sword in his hand slashed through the air, cutting his foe off his horse.

Blood spattered on his face, and his dark eyes seemed to be burning with red flames.

Enemies rushed towards him one after another, and were killed by his sword one after another.

Tellea was at his lord's side, holding King Dayl's back, just as he had done for the past 20 years.

He is the king's loyal knight.

From before until now, always has been.

King David raised his hand and pierced the abdomen of the enemy charging from the left with a single shot.

Before he could pull out his spear from the enemy's body, another enemy knight charged forward on horseback and slashed at him with a knife.

A long sword stretched out from one side, Treya blocked the blow, and then chopped him off the horse's back with a backhand sword.

King David, who had kicked the enemy off his horse, turned his head and met Telea's eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and once again each fought with the rushing enemy.

More than 20 years of fighting together have allowed them to establish a tacit understanding without words, and the trust between them is unbreakable.

On the battlefield, they fought side by side, and countless times, they gave each other their backs.

The sun slowly passed across the sky, and amidst the fierce fighting, the war gradually came to an end.

Under the leadership of their young commander, the Knights of the Shield entered from the side and cut off the Ston army.

The balance of victory has gradually tilted towards Portoyas, and the side legions of the Stonian army are being defeated little by little.

Only the central army of the Stonians is still stubbornly resisting. These elite knights of the Stonians are already red-eyed at this moment. They desperately fought with the main army led by King David, and launched a final madness against them. shock.

Treya swung the long sword in his hand and fought with these crazy Ston people.

He was panting violently, the long fight had exhausted his physical strength, and his face was mixed with sweat and blood.

Seeing that the Portoyas army was about to win the final victory, a trace of joy appeared in his eyes.

ended.

This war.

Also, his...

In the next second, Tellea's breathing tightened suddenly.

"His Majesty!"

He rushed forward on his horse and threw his sword at the same time.

A sharp arrow that pierced through the air and was about to pierce King Vile's head slammed into Treya's blade with a clang, and then fell powerlessly into the blood-soaked mud.

King David, who had just killed an enemy, turned his head and saw sharp arrows and long swords falling from his eyes.

He looked at Te Leya, who just rode past him on horseback, turned his horse's head and stood with empty hands not far away, smiled, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.

Before he could make a sound, King David's pupils shrank violently.

He kicked the horse's belly hard, and the horse rushed forward.

He stretched out the silver gun in his hand.

The blood-stained tip of the gun gleamed coldly in the sun.

[Can you really guarantee... that you won't repeat the mistakes of King Cross? 】

That was the voice that suddenly rang in the ears of the black-haired king.

The king's dark pupils dilated.

Seemingly unconsciously—or perhaps intentionally, the point of his spear thrust forward drew a tiny arc to the side.

Just such a tiny arc made the point of the spear he stabbed pass by the point of the spear stabbing from behind Treya.

At the same time that King David's spear pierced the enemy's head, the enemy's spear from behind also pierced the back of Threa's neck.

The bloody spear tip pierced out of Tellea's throat, splashing blood in the air.

Treya cast a blank look at his king for the last time, and his body fell heavily from the horse to the ground.

The blood flowing from his throat stained the ground beneath him red, and he was lying on his back on the ground, with the endless blue sky reflected in his eyes.

In a little bit of blurred consciousness, the last thing he thought about was... Is Opelila standing in the wisteria garden now, looking at the same sky as him?

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield gradually left him, Treya closed his eyes, he lay in a pool of blood and stopped breathing.

……

On the battlefield where the battle was drawing to a close, the black-haired king who had won the war stood on the ground with a spear in hand.

The dark eyes reflected Threa lying in a pool of blood.

There was no emotion on his face, only his tall body stood silently beside the dead general.

The backlight cast half of his face in shadow.

Behind him, the blood-stained cloak rustled, flapping endlessly in the howling wind.