Little Priest's Cat Diary

In the silent place, a piece of darkness spread out without bounds.

But at the end of the darkness, it seems that a ray of dawn can be vaguely seen.

The man stayed quietly in this silent silence.

He sat with his head bowed.

Pale and withered hair fell on cheeks that were so thin that they seemed to have only a layer of skin.

The bony hand rested on the raised knee, and only the fingers that were wrapped in a thin layer of skin and almost showed the shape of the phalanx were hanging down.

Most of his body below the chest is covered with white bones, and he looks extremely terrifying.

Fragmented bits of fluorescent light scattered from his body and melted into the darkness.

The edges of his body were collapsing little by little at an extremely slow speed, it looked as if his body was gradually melting into the darkness.

The man looks down at his hands.

The fingertips scattered a little bit of fine fluorescent light, and it collapsed a little bit.

This is not his real body.

His real body had already been shattered into nothingness along with the collapse of that special space deep in the earth.

——Perhaps it should be said that he finally died completely.

What is here at the moment is only the last sliver of his consciousness left.

And where his consciousness is now is in the deep sea of ​​consciousness of his descendant.

That descendant of his unleashed all the powers of the earth.

Control the divine power as a mortal, and release the divine power by burning your own soul and life.

In this way, confront the gods head-on.

He saw with his own eyes that young descendant did something that he could hardly imagine.

One second before the space completely collapsed, and the moment the sky ladder was shattered, he directly submerged his consciousness into the descendants who had lost consciousness at that time, and at the most critical moment, he withdrew the power of the earth that resisted the sky ladder.

He took his descendants out of the collapsing space of the earth through the explosion of the last bit of the power of the earth.

……

The man gently held his bone-like hand and closed his eyes.

His descendant's self-awareness is terrifyingly strong, so in a sense, he, as an invader, will soon dissipate here.

At a much faster speed than he imagined.

It's not that he's afraid of dissipating.

After all, he was already dead.

What is here now is just the last trace of consciousness left before his death.

What's more, the death that human beings fear...for him who has been tortured for thousands of years, it is a kind of relief.

And, he has achieved his dream.

The ladder has been destroyed.

The Kingdom of God and the human world were cut off from then on.

Divine power can no longer come to the world.

The gods can no longer control and destroy human beings arbitrarily.

……

This is enough.

The man lowered his head, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the last moment to dissipate.

There was silence all around him.

It was so quiet that my heart was empty.

There is a strange sense of emptiness.

He was obviously used to this kind of deathly silence.

But at this moment, for some reason, he was not as calm as he thought.

……Yes.

After all, there is one more thing.

He thought he would not regret it, but he never let go of it for thousands of years.

his betrayal.

the crime he committed.

to that...

In the darkness, the man with closed eyes opened them again.

He raised his head and looked up to the sky, to the far end of this dark land.

At the end of the darkness is the dawn that is extremely far away from him and untouchable.

That ray of dawn gently sprinkled light into this darkness, dipped into the darkness little by little, and melted the darkness little by little.

Even if you just look at it from such a distance, you can still feel how warm the dawn light is.

He also had such warmth once.

But, it was himself who personally extinguished the light that could warm him.

Even though he has endured pain and torture that cannot be described in words for thousands of years, even though his body is constantly decaying, the man's eyes have always been filled with unquenchable flames, and there is an indelible light deep in the seemingly dim eyes.

He pursues his own ideal, and has the awareness to dedicate everything to his ideal.

He was steadfast in his chosen path, unwavering.

Therefore, the gaze of a man who understands what he is doing and the meaning of everything he does is always clear and sharp, without any confusion or confusion.

However, at this moment, when he was in the endless darkness and looking at the ray of dawn in the distance, his eyes revealed a trace of trance.

He was in a trance, remembering the conversation he had with his young descendant when he was still in the space deep in the earth.

At that time, he was on the verge of madness when he thought that the young descendant had acted stupidly and ruined his thousand-year arrangement.

He snarled and roared at Sardis almost hysterically, reprimanding him for his stupidity.

Sardis looked at him indifferently, his eyes indifferent.

He let him babble and yell like a lunatic, without interrupting him.

It wasn't until he finished speaking that Sardis laughed softly.

【You once hated the gods for wantonly manipulating the fate of mankind, but what is the difference between you now and the gods you hate? 】

The young human emperor's understatement blocked all his roars in his throat.

It was just such a sentence that made his heart sink deeply, sinking into the endless abyss.

An indescribable coldness spread from the heart to the internal organs.

But it was this kind of coldness like falling into an ice cellar that finally made him, who was once out of control, regain his sanity.

He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Maybe... I have become what I hate the most."

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down and continued to talk to Sardis.

"But, my descendants, you have given trust to the one who shouldn't be given trust... You should know that your actions will completely make mankind lose the only chance to be free from the hands of gods, and you will become Sinners of all mankind."

Sardis glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Why do you think I gave the wrong trust?"

"As an emperor, you shouldn't be so easily blinded and swayed by your own feelings... You don't understand that even if they look the same, gods and humans are different existences after all."

Feeling that this descendant of himself is still too young and too easily influenced by emotions, he shook his head and continued with a sigh.

"The gods are high above... They will never be able to understand our unwillingness, and they will never be able to truly understand us as human beings."

Sardis let out a low sneer.

"'The Son of God is a god, so he will never be able to truly understand your feelings as a human being'."

"Napsius, you think so, don't you?"

In front of him who has passed through thousands of years, the young emperor who is only in his 20s may indeed be too young.

However, in many cases, age and experience are not everything.

In many cases, old people who have experienced too much are not even as good as young children who can see clearly and live soberly.

Sardis smiled and asked, "So, have you said it?"

He frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I said, you said he wouldn't understand you, what about you? Did you express your uneasiness, confusion, and thoughts in your heart?"

Sardis asked.

His gaze is like a sharp needle.

It pierced into the eyes of his ancestor.

"Have you ever told him your true hope in your heart?"

Then, suddenly, his breathing stopped.

Even he himself didn't know why his heart stopped for a moment.

An indescribable emotion came out from the bottom of his heart, making him feel like he was not breathing well.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head.

Dry and messy pale hair scattered before his eyes as he shook his head.

He spoke hastily, repeating again what he had just said to his descendants.

"You don't understand, gods are not like us, they will never understand..."

He spoke quickly and urgently.

Rather than saying it to Sardis, it is more like saying it to himself.

He wanted to use these words to stabilize his wavering mood.

This time, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sardis.

"So you haven't told the Son of God what you really think, not even once, have you?"

"........."

For some reason, Napsius was unable to answer this question as he looked at his descendants, under the sharp eyes of the descendants who seemed to see through everything.

Maybe he didn't know how to answer.

Or maybe it was because his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by some invisible hand, so tight that the blood could not flow smoothly, and it was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

However, even if he did not answer, his descendant continued to speak.

"I was once like you... Suspicious, proud, conceited, self-righteous."

"The person I should have trusted, but I didn't believe him because I was too proud, so I was punished for being so conceited."

Sardis calmly narrated the past that he least wanted to remember.

"That is the cruelest punishment."

He lost his most important person.

He lost the existence equivalent to his life.

—he lost his life—

He saw with his own eyes the figure that fell in front of him.

The hot blood that splashed on his cheeks was still flowing on his skin.

At that time, he hugged Mia's body and watched Mia stop breathing in his arms.

No matter how tightly he hugged and how hard he tried, the body that had warmed him countless times was still getting cold little by little in his arms, like blood flowing from his fingers that he couldn't grasp no matter what.

At that moment, all that was left in his body was the hopelessness of despair...

The so-called unforgettable, probably is the case.

Therefore, such a mistake, he will never make a second time.

"I have experienced too many things with Mia, and we have walked side by side all the way to the present."

"It doesn't matter to me what his real identity is."

"All I know is one thing."

Napsius stared blankly at his descendants.

He saw his descendant raised his head, his eyes seemed to see the figure that he couldn't see in the outside world at the moment through the heavy sky that couldn't be seen through.

Strength, blood, and power of life are constantly passing away from the opponent's body over time.

The power drawn from that young body and even the soul is continuously transmitted along the ground, to the obelisk outside, to the ground, and to the light curtain guarding the royal city.

Pass it to... that boy's side.

He heard the last words of his descendant before closing his eyes.

Sardis: "I can trust him."

—I know, I can trust him.

So, I surrender my life and everything to him.

…………

The man who was staring at the ray of dawn in the distance woke up from his trance.

He raised his hand and looked at his hand in a daze.

That bony hand clenched little by little.

It exerted force little by little, and at the end, it was so forceful that the outline of the phalanx could be seen through the thin skin.

With such force, the veins on the back of the hand burst out, protruding from the pale skin so that it gave people a very penetrating feeling.

The man let out a low laugh.

That laughter was like the sound of the wind passing through the countless grottoes eroded by the desert, extremely rough.

【Have you ever told him frankly what you hope for in your heart? 】

The man bows his head.

He continued to laugh hoarsely.

He raised his hand and pressed his clenched fist to his forehead.

The sentence that his descendant had never asked—he knew what it was.

[Have you ever believed him? 】

No.

He never trusted each other.

Because he didn't believe it, he didn't say anything, so he carefully covered his thoughts in front of the other party.

He said that the Son of God who was a god would never understand him who was a human.

But he... from the very beginning, he never entrusted his trust to the other party.

He was too vain, too suspicious, too self-righteous.

From the very beginning, it was he himself who took the initiative to position himself and the Son of God as existences that could never understand and trust each other.

It was he himself who drew a ditch that he would never be able to cross.

A strand of pale withered hair fell in front of the man's eyes, and fell on the man's clenched fist.

The man closed his eyes.

His body dissipated little by little in the darkness.

His low laughter disappeared soundlessly in the darkness.

He is not regretting.

In the past 1000 years, he has never regretted it.

What he decides, he does, and he will not regret it.

He has chosen his way, and he will never look back.

It's just... If, thousands of years ago, he could have entrusted his trust and confessed his thoughts and hopes to that gentle Son of God just like his descendants...

...if that's the case...

…………

………………

Up to now, everything has become a foregone conclusion.

The so-called 'if' is meaningless.

The man opened his eyes.

He saw that most of the fists in the corners of his eyes had disappeared.

The last trace of his consciousness is about to disappear.

He looked at the ray of dawn at the end of the darkness, his eyes full of sadness.

He knew that with the power of the Son of God, he could feel the self hidden here at this moment.

He always thought that before his consciousness completely dissipated, the Son of God would come to see him one last time.

Disgust is also good.

Hate is also good.

Contempt is also good.

At least…………

But he did not wait for his arrival after all.

In the darkness, the man reached out his hand to the untouchable dawn in the distance.

A long, long time ago, when he was a young child, he was lying in the ruins after the earthquake and stretched out his hand as hard as he does now.

At that time, a warm hand held his outstretched hand.

The man tried his best to reach forward, as if he wanted to catch the light that he once had but could never catch again.

But that hand still couldn't grasp anything after all.

It slowly dissipated into the darkness, along with the man who held out his hand.

Forever, utterly dissipated in darkness.

At the last moment of completely disappearing, he still didn't wait for that person to arrive.

Perhaps, this is the... cruelest punishment that person gave him.

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