Little Priest's Cat Diary

It rained heavily late last night, and it cleared up early in the morning.

In the early morning of this day, the sky was as blue as washing, and even the morning breeze that blew through was a bit fresher than usual.

Countless sailboats are still flowing in the circular canal around the city of Portoyas as usual, either coming from the sea or heading towards the sea.

Outside the royal city, on the avenue leading to the west, a brown-haired young man on a horse looked at the bustling and bustling city from afar, with some unknown emotion in his eyes.

"It's really lively."

The crown prince of Moncaster was so emotional.

"Our royal city is not so lively."

A confidant of staff immediately took a step forward and approached Nassar.

The man said with a smile: "After all, it is a city known as the 'Pearl of the Sea', a place where commerce and trade must pass by. Our royal city does not focus on commerce, so naturally it is not as lively as them."

He said proudly: "However, apart from the economy, our royal city is far superior to it in every other aspect."

Nassar still looked at the city in the distance and said, "That city must have enormous wealth that ordinary people can't reach. If I can own it..."

"Your Highness."

The staff quickly interrupted Nassar.

"My country and Portoyas are friendly neighbors."

As he spoke, he glanced around, and after confirming that no one was approaching, the vigilance in his eyes relaxed.

Nassar smiled, but did not continue on the subject.

He was just feeling emotional for a while, and he knew in his heart that when Portoyas was weak, Mengast failed to annex it, not to mention that Portoyas has gradually become stronger over the years, which is even more impossible.

Over the years, he had heard his father mention King David more than once, and he regretted letting him return to Portoyas, annoyed that he had made the decision to go back to the mountain because of a momentary hesitation.

Who would have thought that the humble proton back then, who was even sheltered by his cousin who married Moncaster at the beginning, had such ambitions hidden in his heart.

After returning to Portoyas, King David, who made his father admire him, led the Kingdom of Portoyas to rise suddenly in just a few years, attracting the attention of the whole continent.

Although the current Portoyas is far from being as powerful as Mengast, it should not be underestimated.

Therefore, the Mongast Kingdom had to adjust its policy, from secretly coercing annexation to being friendly with it.

After all, although Mengast is powerful, it is not without opponents in other directions, and there is no need to fight against a neighboring country with certain strength.

Nassar no longer went to see the rich city of the "Pearl of the Sea", he turned his horse's head and embarked on a journey home.

For some reason, at this moment, a beautiful figure who seemed so beautiful that it shouldn't exist in the world flashed across his mind.

"Speaking of which, that Princess Opelila... is indeed astonishingly beautiful."

he whispered,

"At the beginning, I thought that no matter how beautiful she was, she was just a woman. I was still an old man, whether it was King Klose or King Davey. To go all out for a woman, this kind of behavior really made me a little I don't like it."

"but……"

Nassar's mind went back to that glimpse at the banquet.

He clearly knew that it was a woman who was almost ten years older than him, but he couldn't help being moved.

"After seeing it with my own eyes, I kind of understand their feelings."

It was a beauty that even the goddess descended to the earth could not match.

Moreover, that beauty seems to have a magical attraction, which makes people involuntarily...

Seeing his master's pensive expression, a sense of vigilance suddenly rose in the staff's heart.

"Your Highness, do you know 'Shaduoer'?"

"..."

According to legend, in ancient times, the kingdom of mankind was extremely prosperous and reached its peak.

People began to be arrogant and arrogant, no longer respecting nature and gods, and they committed countless crimes on the earth with impunity.

The gods were furious.

They created a woman more beautiful than all the goddesses, and bestowed upon her all beauty, and endowed her with magic powers that would seduce all who beheld her.

After this incomparably beautiful woman came to the world, dozens of countries competed with each other.

Since then, there have been constant wars on the earth, and endless conquests among various countries. That woman brought disasters and plagues to the world.

When the human kingdom was completely weakened, the gods sent down a flood, intending to wash away the sins of the entire earth and wipe out all human beings.

Seeing that human beings are about to be extinct in the flood, the benevolent sea god Sepul couldn't bear it, and sent his beloved son to quell the storm and recall the flood.

Some humans survived and continued to reproduce to this day.

From then on, "Shaduoer" means "an ominous woman" and "a woman who destroys the world".

The middle-aged staff looked at Nassar meaningfully.

"Your Highness Nassar, among the people, many people secretly call that Mrs. Opelila 'Shadol'."

Nassar glanced at his staff and laughed.

"I just casually remarked that the princess is indeed very beautiful, but to me, no matter how beautiful she is, she is just a woman."

He patted his staff on the shoulder and said with a big smile, "If I sent it to my door, I would naturally accept it unceremoniously. But, for the sake of a woman attacking a country, do you think I will do it?"

"Beauty is naturally not enough to confuse you, your wise Highness."

The staff also laughed, and patted the horse a little by the way.

"Okay, stop talking about this, let's go!"

Nassar gave an order, and the entire mission immediately moved.

The dust was flying, and the horses galloped on the avenue, heading towards the west of Mongast.

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When Crown Prince Nassar of Moncaster left, Crown Prince Pastor of Portoyas, who personally sent him away from the royal city, had already returned to the palace.

He sat quietly on the wooden chair, the sun fell on him from the skylight.

He lowered his eyes, his left arm rested on the armrest, and his hands were clasped. The shadow of his black forehead covered his eye sockets, making it difficult to see what he was thinking at the moment.

The gray-haired old general walked in and looked at Pastor who was sitting quietly, feeling a little complicated.

In the past few days since the Bay Ceremony incident, Pastor has looked a little calmer than before, or should I say, has become a little quieter than before.

For the time being, he still doesn't know whether this change is good or bad.

"temple……"

Just as the old general opened his mouth, a servant came in suddenly, holding a box in his arms.

The attendant held the box in his hand and knelt down at Pastor's feet.

"Your Highness, I got this from Your Excellency the Young Priest according to your instructions."

Upon hearing the name Shaoji, the old general subconsciously frowned.

Pastor looked at the box held in front of him, and after a while, he asked, "Did he say anything when you took this?"

"No, Your Excellency Shaoji just told me to be careful not to damage it."

Pastor didn't ask any more questions, reached out to take the box, nodded, and signaled the attendant to step back.

He looked at the box on his lap in silence, and he didn't speak for a long time, but there was some inexplicable emotion surging in his eyes.

After a long time, the old general finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Your Highness, are you...?"

Pastor glanced at the old general indifferently, raised his hand to open the box, and took out the contents in front of the old general.

It was a lyre.

The silver-white body of the piano glistens in the sun, and the lines carved on it are beautiful and delicate.

Pastor touched the lyre, hooked his fingers, and the beautiful music sounded in the room.

The old general hesitated to speak.

He wanted to teach the crown prince not to play with things and lose his mind as before, and not to be led astray by that young priest.

A powerful king should not waste energy on such useless things.

However, at this moment, looking at Pastor's unpredictable side cheeks, thinking of Pastor's silence these days, his always tough heart softened after all.

Forget it, just this once.

Just as the old general thought about it, the melodious music stopped abruptly.

Pastor just plucked the strings and immediately held them down.

The strings stopped vibrating, and the music also stopped.

"Grandpa, I've figured it out these days."

"It's because I'm too greedy. I'm already the crown prince. I have what many people can't ask for, but I'm still greedy to get more."

"I tried to go after those unreal things."

Pressing the strings, Pastor stared at the lyre with deep black eyes.

The sun shone on one half of his cheek, leaving the other half of his face in shadow.

Half bright, half dark.

It is abruptly divided into two distinct halves.

"...I finally understand now that some things are destined to be impossible to have at the same time."

At the moment when the last word fell, Pastor's fingers exerted force.

The strings dig deep into his fingers.

With a buzzing sound, the strings broke, and a deep dent was drawn on Pastor's finger.

"I am the crown prince of Portoyas and the future king of Portoyas. This is something that has been destined since I was born."

As long as he can remember, he has been the crown prince, and he only knows how to survive as the crown prince.

No one told him about other ways of living.

"I will no longer want what I shouldn't have."

Pastor leaned forward and gently placed the broken lyre on the table.

Then he sat back again, clasped his hands on his lap, and watched the lyre with a very calm expression.

He said: "However, no one can take away what belongs to me."

"........."

The room was unusually quiet at this moment.

Pastor didn't continue talking, and the old general didn't speak.

He stared blankly at Pastor's calm side face.

It was obviously the child he grew up with, and he always thought that he was the person who knew the child best, but now he felt that he couldn't understand it.

Pastor lowered his eyes, and the shadow of his thin eyelashes fell on his pupils, making his already dark eyes even more gloomy.

After pondering for a while, he spoke again.

"What you said last time...has there been movement over there?"

The old general came back to his senses and quickly replied: "Yes, Your Highness, I came today to tell you about this."

He said: "Those people are probably doing it in the past few days, so you'd better report this matter to His Majesty as soon as possible."

"You don't need to tell your father."

The old man was startled.

"Don't say anything, because we don't know anything."

The old general frowned.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't do this. You shouldn't hide this kind of thing from Your Majesty."

He looked at Pastor disapprovingly.

"Also, in case something happens to 'him'—"

"Isn't that just right?"

Pastor interrupted the old general.

"........."

The old man who was interrupted by Pastor for the first time frowned.

Fighting is fighting, he just wants to abolish that one, and eliminate the possibility of that one competing for the throne.

But he never thought of putting that position to death. After all, that position is His Majesty's own son and the heir to the royal bloodline to which he is loyal.

"It seems that the one who doesn't understand now is you, grandpa, what you did... No, it should mean that what we did has touched his scales."

"At the altar in the bay, don't you understand the way he looked at us?"

"Up to now, there is no room for relaxation between me and him, and it is already an endless situation."

"Don't be a woman, that's what you've always taught me, hasn't it?"

"What's more, what's going to happen next has nothing to do with us, we didn't do anything, we didn't do anything to 'him'."

He raised his eyes, looked at the old general, and smiled.

"We're just watching, aren't we?"

After finishing speaking, Pastor took the initiative to end the conversation without waiting for the old man to answer.

"So be it."

This is also the first time he has taken the initiative to make a decision.

Pastor stood up.

"It's time for training, Grandpa, it's time to go to the training ground."

He said, without taking another look at the broken lyre on the table case, he walked straight out.

The old general watched the crown prince's back, his eyes were very complicated at this moment.

Kill decisively.

Not a woman's benevolence.

Don't be swayed by any emotion.

These are the things he's always wanted to see in Pastor.

Now, finally, the first clues.

He should have been happy about it.

But for some reason, he didn't feel happy, instead, what came out from the bottom of his heart was an inexplicable complex emotion.

...Is my own approach... and the way I taught this child, really correct...

The confusion was only a moment, just a second, and the old man's eyes became firm again.

He walked out with steady steps, his sharp eyes still as stubborn and resolute as his facial contours.

Everything he did was right.

What he taught was also true.

He firmly believes that only in this way can Pastor become an excellent king!