Little Priest's Cat Diary

Time goes back to the very beginning.

When the sharp arrow piercing the night sky was about to hit Sardis's back, the boy suddenly turned over and quickly rolled off the horse.

The sharp arrow pierced the horse's back heavily, and the galloping horse neighed in pain, spread its four hooves and ran forward frantically, and soon disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.

Sardis, who jumped off the running horse decisively the moment he felt a cold arrow hit his back, rolled on the spot and stood up.

The subtle sound of bowstrings sounded again in the night, followed by the sound of sharp arrows piercing through the air.

——These tiny voices, during the time he stayed with Mia, he has become very familiar with them, which is why he was able to detect the sharp arrows in the first place.

With a slight movement of his ears, Sardis turned around abruptly, splitting the sharp arrows that hit him with a sword.

The next moment, he threw the long sword in his hand violently.

Move quickly and decisively, without hesitation.

There was a cry of pain in the dark night, someone fell from the stone wall on one side and fell to the ground, making a loud bang.

At the same time, four figures approached Sardis, and the four formed a siege, trapping the young man in the middle, making him unable to escape.

The lights on this part of the road went out, whether it was accidental or intentional.

The starlight fell on the boy's golden mask, and the strange-colored pupils lightly swept over the attacker who was approaching him.

He drew his spare dagger from his boots and stood where he was.

The shadow of the night covered most of his face, only those eyes were oozing coldness from the shadow.

The turbulent anger and shadows in the eyes blended together, with a penetrating aura, making people shudder at a glance.

Before the approaching crowd could close in, the weak sheep, which was supposed to be the prey in their eyes, suddenly tore off its camouflaged sheepskin, revealing its thick fangs and sharp claws.

The ferocious beast in the night showed its ferocity, its sharp claws gradually honed to tear the opponent's heart, and its sharp teeth bit through the opponent's throat.

It kills at its feet one by one those who dare to offend it because they despise it.

Originally, according to the order of the messenger behind the scenes, it was only necessary to give Sardis a severe lesson, but when he saw his companions being killed by Sardis mercilessly one by one, this man who was almost driven crazy by fear He didn't care about other things, and raised his sword collapsed to kill the devil in his eyes.

This scene happened to be seen by Mia who had just arrived, and he was so anxious that he had no time to think, and shot an arrow, which pierced the man's throat from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Sardis, who had been on guard, turned around and cut his throat, killing him on the spot.

It can be said to be the worst death of all.

Mia looked at Sardis, whose body was covered in blood, and asked nervously, "Are you not injured?"

Sardis raised his forehead and lowered his eyebrows, and said, "Do you think these guys can hurt me?"

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, the moment he saw Mia, the ferocious beast-like color in his eyes receded like a tide, and the strange-colored pupils turned back into the usual beautiful gemstones.

Deep down in my heart, the hostility that surged out when I was secretly attacked also dissipated quickly.

He complained dissatisfied: "You underestimate me too."

Mia glanced at the several people lying on the ground, and when his gaze passed over the man whose throat he had shot through, his fingertips holding the bow trembled imperceptibly.

It's just that in the dark night, no one can see the slight trembling of his fingertips.

He took a light breath, forcibly looked away from the man, raised his eyes and smiled at Sardis.

"If you really solve it alone, then you are indeed very powerful."

"What is if? It's a fact. Even if you don't come, I can solve them by myself."

"Sorry, after all, in my impression, you are still the one who cried when I punched you..."

"Hey, hey, I told you not to bring this up all the time."

While the two were talking, suddenly, with a bang, a person was thrown at their feet.

"Owner--"

The black-haired attendant who threw the captured prey at Mia's feet rushed to his little master excitedly.

"How did you come?"

"Because you seem to be in a hurry, master, I was worried, so I rode my horse and chased after you."

"Uh……"

"That's right, Master."

Pointing to the unconscious man on the ground, Faer said, "When I came here just now, I saw this guy running sneakily, so I knocked him unconscious and brought him here."

The man who was knocked unconscious by Faer was lying on the ground. He had a deep wound on his arm, bleeding profusely, and he was carrying a quiver on his back.

Sardis frowned and said, "This guy was the one who attacked me in the back at the beginning."

Obviously, this man was the archer who shot him off his horse not long ago and was injured by his sword.

Seeing that the black-haired attendant who was already half a head taller than before was still looking at him with shining eyes, with an expectant expression on his face, Mia smiled and reached out to touch Faer's head.

"You're doing well, Fael."

The black-haired servant whose head was touched showed a happy smile. He grinned, as if he could see a tail flicking happily behind him.

Sure enough, being praised by the master and being patted on the head by the master are the things that make him the happiest.

Faer thought happily, his eyes narrowed into a line.

Sardis gave Faer an annoyed sideways glance.

He couldn't bear to see the appearance of this attendant in front of Mia.

An eyesore.

At this time, noisy footsteps came from afar.

Accompanied by shouts from a distance, the city guards, who sensed something was wrong here, finally rushed over.

Just like the police in the movie.

Mia couldn't help but spit out such a sentence in her heart.

After hearing about Sardis' identity, the city guards, who were terrified, escorted the prince back to the palace in fear. Naturally, the four dead people and the only remaining archer were also carefully collected by the captain of the guards. Sent it over.

Mia, who was escorted back to the Sea God Temple by the guards, saw the High Priest Itit waiting in front of the gate of the Young Sacrifice.

Itit looked at Mia, didn't ask anything, just patted Mia's head and said, "Go and rest, leave the rest to me."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The night was silent.

When Faer greeted the little master who came out of the bedroom as usual, he was startled.

"Master, are you alright?"

Looking at Mia's drowsy appearance and the deep blue eyes, he asked nervously, "Is it because of the wind last night?"

"fine."

Mia shook her head.

According to the itinerary scheduled for today, after he quickly arranged his appearance, he immediately went to the high priest's residence.

As a young priest, he became a disciple of the high priest, and naturally the high priest taught him alone.

According to the usual time, he was already late today.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the study, he heard the high priest's reprimand.

"you are late."

The high priest said, with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I'm sorry, teacher." Mia admitted her mistake honestly, "I got up late."

Yitit stared at the boy's face, his face darkened.

"There is no class today, you go back and rest."

"I'm fine, don't need to rest."

"You're fine but I have a problem." Staring at the black eyes in Mia's eyes and the sleepy look on her face, Itit taunted mercilessly, "Teaching a sleepy person is purely It's a waste of my time, you like to do this kind of pretentious thing, but I don't like to do this kind of unproductive thing."

"..."

"If you understand, go back and rest for me, don't waste your time and mine."

The young man who was reprimanded mercilessly went back to his youth sacrificial hall.

According to what the teacher said, go back to the bedroom, climb into bed, and cover the quilt.

He nestled in the dark quilt, tried to close his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

Last night, he had a restless sleep.

When there are people around, he can try to divert his thoughts by speaking, pretending to be nonchalant.

But when he was alone, he couldn't help but think of that man... the man who died under his arrow stared at the sky with wide eyes.

He killed him.

The arrow he shot killed the man.

The boy looked at his hands, closed his eyes suddenly, curled up his body, and wrapped himself into a ball with the quilt.

He couldn't contain the coldness gushing out of his body.

He killed people.

His own hands.

No matter how he told himself that there would be such a day, no matter how he told himself that it was to save Sardis, he still felt his hands and feet were cold, as if the blood flowing in his body had become cold.

Throughout the night, he kept waking up from the nightmare and sinking into the nightmare again, struggling endlessly, and he was exhausted.

His mind was groggy, but he couldn't sleep no matter what, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

The boy was curled up in a ball on the bed, his expression dazed.

Suddenly, accompanied by a tender and soft cry, something pushed into the quilt from the outside and rubbed against Mia's face, which startled him.

Subconsciously, he lifted the quilt and saw a fiery red deer head in front of his eyes, staring at him with watery black eyes, and gave him a soft '嘤'.

"How did you come here—"

Mia was still stunned, but the young deer was already happily wagging its round and round tail and approaching Mia's face with its fluffy little head.

Mia subconsciously hugged the fawn's neck.

The whole body of the Baiyue young deer is fiery red, only the tuft of hair on the chest and the four hooves are snow white.

The clear and bright black eyes stared at Mia, like a puddle of water, looking innocent and pitiful, making one's heart soften.Mia hugged it, lowered her head, and rubbed against it. The fur on the young deer's body was soft and warm, making people feel that their hearts were also warmed up.

My hands and feet don't seem so cold anymore.

The boy rubbed his fiery red hair vigorously, and said, "Be honest, how did you get here?"

"嘤嘤~~"

Xiaolu has an innocent and cute face.

…………

After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently pushed open.

Through the crack in the door, you can clearly see the scene in the bedroom.

On the big soft bed, Baiyue Xiaolu was kneeling and lying on the bed.It slept soundly, occasionally snorting and chewing, as if eating delicious food in a dream.

Half of the boy was lying on the young deer's body, with his arms around the deer's neck, his light golden hair was scattered on the fiery red hair, half of his face was buried in the tuft of snow-white fine down on the deer's chest.

The boy closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly, breathing evenly.

The door was closed softly.

A lazy voice came faintly from the crack of the door.

"Unpromising guy."

There seemed to be a bit of disgust in the tone, but the voice was very low, inaudible, in order not to wake up the child who had finally fallen asleep in the room.

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a few days later.

In a room made of white stone, the decoration of the room is not luxurious, but rather tough.

Apart from the thick carpet on the floor, and a huge black wooden table in the room, there is no other furniture in the room.

What hung on the stone walls was not ornaments of gold or precious stones, but weapons.

On one side hung several sharp swords with a cold light, and on the other side stood several pitch-black spears.

The cold light refracted by the sharp blade added a bit of coldness and sharpness to the room, which was not a comfortable room.

The black-haired king stood in the room, and the powerful Weiwei pressure emanating from him made the air in the room almost freeze.

The cold light refracted from the sharp blade on the stone wall reflected on King David's face, making his expressionless face more and more cold.

King David stared at the youth standing in front of him.

It was a black-haired young man with a tall and slender body, but he was not as strong as King David, but more symmetrical.

As King Davie watched, the young man lowered his head. Although he didn't say a word, it could be seen from the slightly clenched hands beside him that he was very nervous now.

Ever since he was called here, he has been in a state of anxiety.

This feeling of uneasiness increased with the silence of King Davies.

King Davie looked at the young man standing obediently and motionless. He had never looked up at him since he entered the door.

Are you nervous?Still guilty?

"Paster."

"Yes, yes, father!"

The young man raised his head nervously.

His face was very similar to that of King David, and the shape of his eyes was extremely soft, which neutralized the toughness of his face.

Coupled with the faint softness between his brows and eyes, it made him look completely devoid of his father's sharp aura.

"Paster, you should know why I called you here."

"..."

Pastor didn't say a word, his eyes lowered again, not daring to look at King David, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

King David stared at him and asked, "Tell me, was that your idea?"

Pastor hesitated, then nodded.

"Yes."

He said, "I'm very sorry, Father, I did this out of a moment of jealousy, I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

King Davie's gaze sank.

He looked at Pastor with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

He didn't continue to say anything, and waved Pastor to leave.

Pastor bowed his head to his father, then turned and left.

When he stepped out of the room, the sense of oppression was gone, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and walked away quickly.

The door of the room was open, and the black-haired king silently watched the back of his crown prince as he left.

After a long time, he whispered, "Kaya, what do you think of Pastor?"

The old attendant standing in the shadow of the room bowed slightly and said, "The crown prince is kind."

"Oh, benevolent..."

King David repeated it in a low voice, and he shook his head.

"There's nothing else to praise but benevolence, isn't there?"

"........."

The old attendant was silent for a while before speaking again.

"The prince's temperament is like that of the former princess."

"It's a good thing for the princess to be kind."

King David sighed.

"But the king's benevolence...is not necessarily a good thing."

In the silent room, only the black-haired king's low sigh echoed in it.