Little Priest's Cat Diary

In the evening, the sun, which had been so powerful for a whole day, finally began to slowly sink into the horizon.

It's just that the residual power of the sun still lingers in the air, the temperature has not yet dropped, and even the evening wind blowing is still hot.

The evening wind blows across the lake, blowing layers of water patterns on the sparkling lake surface, and occasionally small fish jump out of the water and splash on the water surface.

A simple temporary campsite has been built by the lake, a little smoke rises from the campsite, and the smell of food spreads.

The knights who had been running all day gathered around the cooking fire, chatting and laughing while eating.

On one side of the campsite, a flaxen-haired general sat leaning against a rock by the lake.

With his right arm resting casually on his upright right knee, he lazily leaned against the rock behind him, eating crispy dry bread while looking sideways at the fiery red sunset in the sky.

That look looked quite relaxed.

More than two days ago, he and Nadia who arrived in the northern border city completed the handover of military affairs. By the way, they had a 'good' discussion. After that, he immediately set off to return to the royal city.

Packing lightly and riding fast all the way, they traveled very fast, and they would be able to return to Wangcheng in a few days.

After eating the remaining toast in a few bites, Antiste straightened up and glanced sideways at the camp not far away.

The bow he brought back from the northern border was placed inside, and it was well wrapped. Even if he rode a horse all the way, it should not bump into it.

After all, his little apprentice had suffered such a big grievance, so he had to take something good to go back and coax him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Antiste's lips twitched.

To be honest, his little apprentice is actually very easy to coax, even if he teases him too much, he can coax him back with dessert.

But on the other hand, the little guy has a stubborn temper. If he is really angry, it will be quite troublesome.

For example, a bad teacher who likes to bully his apprentice was once ignored by his apprentice for a whole month because he went too far.

Suddenly, a loud and clear cry sounded in the sky.

Antiste raised his head, and a black figure circled in the sky, then swooped down towards the campsite.

Not long after, a knight walked quickly towards Antiste.

The black eagle that swooped into the camp just now was standing on the knight's right arm, with a piece of fresh meat rewarded to it just now in its beak.

"Your Excellency, this is an emergency document."

The knight handed Antiste a two-finger long brass pipe, and the junction of the brass pipe was sealed with red wax.

Red represents the most urgent messages.

Antiste sat without moving, raised his hand to take over the copper pipe, and directly broke off the sealing wax.

With a flick of his fingers, he unfolded the rolled thin parchment.

The moment his eyes fell on the paper, his breath paused.

The evening wind picked up and blew across the lake, bringing moisture from the water.

The wind made the thin paper between Antiste's fingers vibrate endlessly.

The flaxen hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and even shadows kept swaying from his eyes.

His eyes seemed to be frozen, fixed on that line of black text.

"Your Excellency?...Your Excellency, General?"

Seeing Antiste staring straight at the note, and the frozen look on his face, the knight holding the black eagle couldn't help feeling nervous.

Since following the general, no matter what happened, even in the most dangerous situation on the battlefield, General Antiste always maintained a calm attitude, as if everything was a trivial matter before his eyes.

He had never seen His Excellency Antiste show such an expression.

He clenched his fingers hard, and tightly clenched the thin note in his palm, crumpling it into a ball.

Antiste stood up.

"Notify, let's go."

"Your Mightiness?"

Antiste raised his eyes sharply, stared at his subordinates, and said sharply: "I say, leave immediately! Go back to the royal city!"

The sharp light that burst out from the young general's dark blue eyes made the knight's chest tighten.

"Yes!"

He hastened to answer.

As soon as he raised his hand, he sent the black eagle on his arm high into the sky. The knight didn't dare to delay for a second, turned around and rushed towards his companions by the campfire.

As he walked forward quickly, he thought uneasily.

What happened in Wangcheng?

To make His Excellency Antiste lose his composure to such an extent?

The campsite that had just been set up was quickly packed up, and the horse, which had just rested for a while, started to gallop across the ground again.

Dust billowed up on the avenue, and a group of knights galloped towards the royal city in the twilight.

The person at the front has long flaxen hair flying in the air.

In the twilight, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, only his hand pressing hard on the bow box hanging on the side of the horse's back, and a certain terrifying aura faintly emanating from him.

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The sun had sunk below the horizon, and in the palace, the lamps on the stone pillars and walls were lit one by one, making the gorgeous palace as bright as day in the dark night.

In a corner of the palace, the palace where the third prince lived was also lit up, but it was not as bright as the other palaces, and it was also much quieter than the other palaces.

It is said that it is because the third prince does not like too bright at night, nor does he like the noise.

In the bedroom, Sardis sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed.

The bandage on his abdomen had just been changed, and the doctor had reapplied the medicine to him.

At this moment, he was holding a bowl of pitch-black potion and drinking it into his mouth one gulp at a time.

The bitter smell spread in the room and spread in his mouth.

It was not the first time he had taken medicine. In the past few years, taking medicine was commonplace for him who was often injured... But it was the first time he noticed that the soup was so bitter, so bitter that it was unbearable.

The maid who delivered the medicine bowed her head and retreated in fear.

There were only two people left in the room.

On the other side of the room, the black-haired servant whose injuries had been healed had already changed into new clothes. He picked up the bowl of soup and medicine on the table and drank it down.

He raised his head, his black hair brushed the corners of his eyes, and a little black liquid oozed from the corner of his lips and dripped from his chin.

Throwing the empty medicine bowl on the table casually, Faer wiped the water oozing from the corner of his mouth with his bandaged hand, then he turned his head to look at Sardis.

"I do not like you."

The black-haired servant's voice was low and not loud.

But in this empty and silent bedroom, the voice was extremely clear.

"Prince Sardis, I have disliked you since we first met."

Regarding the disrespectful words of the black-haired attendant, Sardis seemed not to have heard, still leaning against the head of the bed, lowering his eyes, drinking the soup in the bowl indifferently.

"I don't like you, not because of your identity, nor because of your original attitude, but because of..."

Faer stared fixedly at Sardis.

He said, "...because you always put the master in harm's way."

Sardis' hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly paused.

"Since I met you, the master has always been implicated by you and involved in various dangers."

For the first time, I almost drowned in the bottom of the sea.

The second time, he almost died in the hands of General Tellea.

"The master was never in danger while you were away. But from the day you came back, he was in danger again."

again and again.

He protected you, but put himself in great danger.

"I don't like you because when I first met you, I had a strange premonition."

"I always feel that if the master continues to stay with you, one day, he..."

There was this strange premonition faintly in his heart, but Faer never thought that that day would come so soon.

It was too fast to catch people off guard.

"Who is the future King Portoyas has nothing to do with him."

"No matter who the next king is, he will become a noble high priest."

"It was you who implicated him in this struggle that he didn't need to participate in."

Faer stared at Sardis, his dark eyes flickered with a gloomy fire, like the phosphorous fire ignited in the depths of the cemetery, it was cold without a trace of heat.

"Your Highness Sardis, perhaps for you, meeting your master is the luckiest thing for you."

Faer turned and left here.

Only his last words echoed in this depressingly silent room.

"However, for the master, it is his misfortune to meet you."

Sardis was the only one left in the room.

He was still leaning against the head of the bed, lowering his eyes and drinking the medicine with his head down.

The dim light shone on the top of his head, the thin eyelashes drooped, and the shadows fell on his cheeks, covering his eye sockets in darkness.

Obviously he could pour down the decoction in his hand in one go, but he insisted on drinking it into his mouth one gulp at a time like now, as if he wanted to let the bitter decoction bloom in his mouth for a long time.

Let it flow down the throat, seep into the chest, spread over the internal organs little by little, and soak into it.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the medicine bowl is empty.

Sardis still maintained the posture of holding the bowl, his eyes fell on the void, as if in a trance.

At this moment, very light footsteps sounded outside.

Accompanied by the exclamation of the maids here, the footsteps came from far to near into the bedroom.

The firelight in the room was reflected on the beautiful blond hair that fell like a waterfall on the slender shoulders, and Princess Opelilla looked at Sardis with eyes like emeralds.

In more than four years since entering the palace, she stepped into the residence of Sardis for the first time.

The concubine raised her hand to signal, and the maids who followed her retreated one after another and closed the door.

The translucent light blue gauze skirt spread out on the ground, like a mermaid's tail, she stepped forward and walked to the bedside.

She stood there quietly, looking down at Sardis with her beautiful green eyes.

Sardis sat motionless on the bed with one hand resting on his raised knee.

He lowered his head, and the blond hair like Princess Opelila was messily scattered around his cheeks, blocking his face.

"go out."

he said, his voice indifferent.

"I don't know what you're doing here, but I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

"Get out of here immediately while I can bear it."

Princess Opelilla looked at Sardis, her indifferent face was as usual without any emotion.

She asked in an emotionless voice, "Is Mia dead?"

Just as the word 'death' came out of her mouth, a black shadow suddenly brushed past her cheek.

A gust of wind lifted a strand of her blond hair.

The porcelain bowl that flew past her cheek slammed into the pillar behind her, shattering into pieces.

Sardis, who raised his head suddenly, showed a fierce look in his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed the throat of Princess Opelila who was standing by the bed, and slammed her hard against the stone pillar.

At this moment, he looked like a beast with a ferocious gaze in the dark night.

The fingers with well-articulated bones penetrated deeply into the neck of the princess, and with a little force, the beautiful but extremely fragile throat in his hands could be pinched and broken.

"I promised Mia that no matter what happens, I will never do anything to you."

Sardis stared at Princess Opelila, his mother, with extremely dark eyes.

That face, which was similar to the princess's, was extremely handsome, but the gaze bursting out from the different-colored pupils looked like a crazy beast.

"But now, this kind of agreement, I don't care whether I abide by it or not."

His hands tightened little by little.

His fingers left clear bruises on the slender neck.

His eyes were full of hostility, and his whole body was full of fierceness.

His voice seemed to be forcefully forced out from the depths of his chest, full of hatred.

"I never understood why you gave birth to me since you didn't want me to be born!"

【For the master, meeting you is his misfortune. 】

"Without me—"

[No matter what happens, you are not allowed to do anything to Mrs. Opelila, you know? 】

The words came to an abrupt end here.

Princess Opelila, who was suffocating and waiting to die with her eyes closed, suddenly felt her throat loosen, and the hand that was holding her neck was suddenly released.

The air suddenly poured into her throat, choking her to cough uncontrollably.

When Sardis grabbed her throat, she didn't struggle.

Not because she thought Sardis would dare not kill her.

On the contrary, she knew very well that the killing intent from Sardis was real.

At that moment just now, she was closer to death than ever before.

She coughed twice, breathed heavily, and looked up at Sardis.

But just like she never looked at Sardis in the past, Sardis does not look at her now.

He tilted his head, looking indifferent.

He said, "Get out."

Princess Opelilla was silent for a while, then she turned around.

Her eyes dimmed for a moment as she turned around.

Although she didn't get an answer, she already knew.

That child is really dead.

Even when Sardis grabbed her throat and faced death, she did not waver at all, but at this moment, her breathing became disordered for a moment.

Her fingers hidden in her sleeves clenched tightly.

She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes concealed the flash of emotion in her eyes.

...After all... nothing can be changed...

When she opened her eyes again, Princess Opelila returned to her usual expressionless face, her blue eyes were like pools of stagnant water, without any waves.

She walked away, leaving only Sardis in the room again.

Under the stone pillar, broken ceramic pieces were scattered all over the ground.

There was silence in the night.

I do not know how long it has been.

I do not know when the fire went out.

In the darkness, Sardis sat quietly on the head of the bed, with one hand on his bent right knee.

Fine blond hair was messily scattered around his cheeks, and his face was hidden in the night, making it difficult to see clearly.

He just sat there, motionless.

Sitting for a long time.

The room was eerily quiet, only his soft breathing could be heard.

one more time.

I don't know how long it took.

The night is already very deep.

The night wind blew across the courtyard, shaking the canopy and making rustling noises.

Sardis moved suddenly, very lightly.

He hung his head, resting his forehead on his right arm, which was resting on his lap.

A little light reflected from the shattered blond hair reflected on his side cheeks, the face blocked by the arms could not be reflected, only his lips that were tightened like a straight line could be reflected.

The lip color was so light that it had almost lost its color.

It was squeezed tightly, exuding traces of inexplicable pain.

...I can no longer see the slightest trace of pride in ordinary times.