The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

Dia's fiancée, who visited the room that night, was carrying a sorcery pledge for her engagement.

Action has already been taken to destroy the contract, but Dia's signature is formally required.

All the servants who work in Dia's living building are all loaned by the royal family, besides this visitor is the fiancé Dia has lived with in the royal palace since she was six years old, and tonight is her seat for the dissolution of her engagement.

There was no such thing as someone staying in the room because they were unmarried men and women, and Dia and Ricardo were supposed to talk that night.

Dia is a Duke's Lady.

That said, his name as Duke of Dia, who had bereaved his family, had already been ceded to another human being.

Dia takes as her guardian the royal family headed by her uncle, the King, whose title as Duke's Lady, while being preserved, is in complete detachment from the Duke of Girasfi family.

The story of the founding of this country was influenced in the context of such a decision.

Farsital, known by its neighbors as the Long Night Country, that is, the country in which Dia was born, has an ancient and deep forest that is protected by what must be called the King of the Night.

Once there was a royal family in the land that ruled the humans and served the unmanned and served as a sacrifice between them and the humans, and the family of Dia was descended from the royal family of sacrifices that ascribed rank to the Duke at the time of the founding of Pharsital.

(Now the long forgotten rituals of old festivals and the rows of spirits heading to the castle of the king of the night. Dragons flying through the dawn sky to the flowers delivered to the windows on the night of the Summer Solstice Festival and to the fountains of the fairies......)

It wasn't until Dia's grandfather's generation that such a sight was seen, and now most of it just remains thin in the fairy tale.

Pharsital said that quality forest crystals and a variety of blessed and crystalline stones are mined, but the vast amount of witchcraft that used to dwell on the land has been sucked up by those resources, making it the lean land of today's witchcraft.

The deep forests of conifers, like white and gray overlays on blue and green, are majestic and beautiful, and if you look over the forest stands bordered by brilliant branches in the snow, you will think that everyone has to be there.

Yet since when did the people of this country make the days they lived with the outsiders living in the woods the only ones in the story.

(Now, the Duke Girasfi family of forest sacrifices described in the Book of Founding doesn't seem to make it empty either)

For all my sincere reasons, there is something about man before he was built.

Weren't the heavy towns of Wang Capital, who had become completely skeptical of the existence of their unmanned neighbours, allowed to play the name of the Duke of Girasfi's house?

And they have no idea that Dia, who was not allowed to inherit the Duke's house because she was still young, knew what had happened that tragic night.

Whilst, Pishan.

What still roars in my memory is the sound of lightning strikes and the sound of strong winds blowing on walls and windows.

Dia's favorite parents, brother, and two sisters lost their lives when the garden trees swayed deliberately on a stormy night.

The Homicidally reported Wang capital turned over the knights, but when they rushed, the only person who survived on the grounds of the Duke of Girasfi's house was Dia, only six years old, who was still sleeping with a toy, tired of playing next to a pot of roses placed on the balcony.

That is how Dia was sheltered in the royal palace of the magnificent Pharsital when she was held up like a treasure by one of the knights who rushed.

The fursital of that year was a year of prolonged rainfall.

Surrounded by deep forests, this country is considered to be a region of quality jewellery, but it is a country with long nights, so it is not blessed with a climate that stabilizes the harvest of cheap crops.

Though sometimes referred to as a robust small country, if you return the word, it is all national territory that is closed to the forest at the foot of foggy rain and foggy cut mountains and prevents you from creating vast fields.

On top of that, it is a failure of long rain.

The wars in the surrounding countries calmed down, and the demand for magic tools made from mined gems and forest crystals increased from the surrounding countries, but the accumulation of countries merely feeding their richer and more people did not grow on this national soil once it was even absent.

Thus, naturally, the state is forced to impose a bill to cut itself on the people.

While spending most of the money coming in from other countries on sustaining the lives of the people, I had to ask the people, who were looking to live richer and gorgeous, temporarily speaking, to regain the same prudence as they once did.

And in such a fold, the tragedy of the Duke of Girasfi's house happened.

Someone told the people who didn't know how to live in the country that it was premature to order them to drop their standard of living.

A finding was issued that those who made him solicit resentment for having been ordered to moderate attacked the Dukes' family, and those who were detained as executors were promptly executed.

Many of the people of the Territory loved the Dukes, known for their brilliant and serene temperament, and they heard that they had mourned for a month when the gentle lords were gone.

What Dia remembers is a funeral where she walks everywhere through the windy hills of late autumn and the bright blue colour of the flag that hung and swayed.

In the coffin, which was tightly blocked with a peek window, I could never show it to my little one that it was too miserable.

(…… fortunately, those who inherited the Duke's family name were very good and kind…)

Dia must be a privileged child.

When I signed a document stating that the family name of the Duke's family would be transferred to the present Duke of Girasfi, I was still greatly discouraged by the loss of my family and had no resistance to losing the name that came from my inheritance.

It will not be until we understand the weight of the responsibilities attached to that name and find out that it is only those who can play the role that their title deserves that we name Girasfi.

It was a critical time to rock a country gasping for poverty, and there is still no resentment by Dia for the decision of the King or other nobles who thought it unrealistic for a child as young as six to carry his family name.

It's a beautiful country.

Especially in autumn, fog crawls through glossy red-leaved forests and hills, where dawn golden light scatters.

I even feel like there's a strange world beyond the fog of milk and white, only because this country is so beautiful.

(So I am Ning Ro proud of this country, which did not say such a beautiful thing about its legitimate rights, but took the Duke of Girasfi house from me and gave it to a minister who should be able to manage it..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Meanwhile, Dia, taken over by the royal family, was raised cherished in the royal palace with the princes and princesses.

Of course, the education of royalty is not the same as that of those who are not, and I have never felt unfair to treat you so much as to feel lonely that you don't have something real about your own family.

The king and queen prepared trustworthy servants and teachers for Dia early, and gave Dia the building of Nightshade and Misty Rain in the corner of the royal palace, taking care not to think he had a home to return to.

I think Dia, who gained a home, albeit a pseudo one, was not unhappy enough to highlight it afterwards.

Without the despair of that night creeping into my memory, Dia might have grown up to be a more different person.

That night I smelled the brilliance of a glossy faraway thunder that illuminated Yamao root and the rain that had just come down.

The wind roared and it was Dia who borrowed the coat of Hatier's daughter, a samurai, who opened the main gate of the Duke's house for the Knights seconded by Wang Du in the storm.

(Until that time of the Knights' visit, my family was alive. I didn't even think that we would be solemnized or anything like that, I was preparing for the decoration of Ibmeria......)

It wasn't the rogues or anything that killed Dia's precious family on that stormy day.

By the regular knights of this country, and Dia knew all along that it was the kings and the nobles of this country, including the queen, who ordered it.

Of course, they didn't bury the Dukes with personal grievances.

Given the politeness of condolences to the bereaved and the treatment of Dia, it is clear that there was no emotional reason there.

(Perhaps this country had no choice but to do so at that time................ I had to silence as soon as possible the Duke of Girasfi family who were opposed to cutting and expanding the King's forest at the end of the night in the west..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

At that time, the country had to make a bitter decision to farm its rich forests in order to keep the country alive.

It would have been nice not to do that if the reform had penetrated, but the reform would have been painful and the country would be rough if it had been bad.

If so, the kings would have thought that we had no choice but to protect the people, even at the expense of the rich forests that kept protecting the country.

Yet the Duke of Girasfi, who raised his voice that the forest, the origin of the country, was the bedding of the soul of the people, first suggested to the King that he should look at the results and judge them, as he would try to initiate reforms in the Duke's territory.

Many agreed with the move, but now Dia knows that at the time, those who shared opinions with the Duke of Girasfi knew that there were more nobles who were not involved in the heart of the national government than the opponents who thought that was impossible.

All of them didn't know how much this country was in distress because they were away from national politics.

(Your father and mother were very kind people. Especially since your father was close to the last dragon who lived in the woods as a child and wanted to protect the woods and lakes where that dragon lived..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Dia, who became seventeen, understands the wishes of his father, and Dia, who became nineteen, understands that in such idealism this country no longer stood.

Maybe Dia's family wish was sweet.

Beauty like glittering forest crystals, but then we couldn't keep ourselves or our country alive.

But that's just it, there was nothing else wrong with it.

That said, was it also imperative for the world that its sweetness be removed in order to keep the country alive, beyond the danger that it would become a poison for Shizukuishi and disturb the country?

Dia is a Duke's Lady.

But even if it is called that, it doesn't even have a name, it is like a ghost.

And it was thus my engagement to Prince Ricardo in front of me that was making me such a biological person.

"..................... I'm sorry, Dia. You've been such a fiancée to me since I was a little girl."

Deeply bowed his head to Ricardo, Dia blinks.

Ricardo, who visited this room and told him that he wanted to dissolve his engagement, has been like this for a long time, but he is the first prince of this country.

Many times Dia had to tell me she didn't have to worry about that anymore.

With beautiful silver hair and blue eyes like a lake on a snowy day, one so beautiful that it is also sung by the songs of the bards.

If he visited this room to dissolve his engagement, it would seem strange to be talking to each other like this.

At a royal palace-sponsored ball last year on a full moon night, Dia's fiancée said she had met someone destined for her.

Ricardo would not make Dia listen to the encounter insensitively, but the story of the First Prince's love was whispered there in the royal palace, and that whisper could not reach Dia's ear alone.

(Of course, but the rumor always says no new way of loving)

Naturally, Dia and Ricardo's engagement came from a political decision that takes Dia's body into account, but the circumstances are different for this engagement.

The First Prince gradually found the one he loved.

"............... Dear Ricardo. Please, raise your head. I know about the Marquis, and I don't feel betrayed because of Ricardo's honesty."

"But the fact that ancient promises are lost must still be a betrayal in any way. I didn't want to be untrue to you when we grew up together............. It's just prettier than deciding to destroy my own engagement, but it still hurts my chest"

"Well. If you say that, I might be mean to you to decide for yourself what's so terrible and ask me to forgive you on top of that, right?

It's time for me to cut this apology up.

If Dia laughs dull and says so, Ricardo smiles pale as trouble.

If you look at someone you don't know very well, you might bluish what a spicy word a Duke's charm is.

However, such exchanges were common between the two of them, which also showed how free Dia was in this royal palace.

Was it a slight relief in Ricardo's blue eyes when he saw this one?

Or maybe it was really a disappointment.

"That said, you should take as much take from me as you can. The king and queen, who have forgiven me for this decision, have also promised me that you will be given as much as you wish. Because I owe it to you not to feel embarrassed first."

"............ Then let's curse Master Ricardo and others that in another decade we should bald out of the top of our heads"

If Dia said so, Ricardo looked slightly, smiling at me with a gradual, familiar soft look.

"It's a very cruel trick, but I can't help it. I'm an intolerably stupid man, so let's take that retribution spoilt. And I won't even ask you to forgive me, so you can keep using me as a nail grinder."

"Well, you're a troubled prince. You know as much as I did not love you, like that poor, wise Marquis."

The two of them sat side by side in one bench.

In the fireplace in the front, make a sound with the pussy and the firewood that has just been placed is on fire.

The royal palace of this country may seem quite primitive from the visitors from the rich lands of the continent.

There is no crystalline stone of fire that houses witchcraft, or witchcraft that warms the indoors without burning the fireplace, and the royal palace magicians are at best as blessed as they are with quality forest crystals.

Still, Dia loved this country.

Stone houses with small towers and decorative windows line only a few parcels of land surrounded by deep woods.

The Wang capital had a beautiful royal palace and a wonderful fountain in front of the royal palace with plenty of forest crystals.

Perhaps, far from the king's capital of a great power, the architecture of this country, which may be easily inferior compared to the local cities of a large country, but with its skilled citizens in the fine workmanship of gems and crystal stones, is confident that even the kings of a great power will roar if they turn a blind eye to the details.

On top of that, the same goes for my ex-fiancée, who is thus sitting in front of me, but the people of Farsital were also blessed with the beauty that is reputed to be like night mist and foggy rain.

Then we have spared the invasion from our neighbours to the low level of the human enchantment in this country.

The enchantment operating area is a word that indicates the upper limit of the enchantment circuit necessary for humans to carry out and handle enchantment.

Witchcraft dwells in all things in this world, so if the operating area is too low, you can't even live it, but very rarely are places where the magic of the land itself is rare, and because it is such a land, it is the Farsital country that brought together and brought up people who could not live in a country rich in witchcraft.

While the people of Pharsital are all those who can only live on this land, Pharsital is not an easy place to live for humans with high magic operating areas.

As a result of the successful meshing of each need and unnecessary reason, Fursital was left without looting or invasion and continued to belong to the royal family, which ruled the country over its founding.

(..................... but I guess that's why people forgot about the king of the night living in the woods)

There was a sound of firewood playing in the fireplace, and the moisture in the tree, which was not soaking dry, made a noise.

I couldn't say fine firewood, but fortunately the master of this room is no longer the fiancée of the First Prince.

Yet Ricardo shrugs when he glances at his face, letting him deliver properly dried firewood later.

"Right, what was between us is certainly not the affection of men and women................ That's why I expressed that I would take away my promise. I'm your family, I know how to stay away from you. If so, it should have always been your home."

"You're an increasingly troubled prince. Whether you need it or not is up to me. This still makes me so smart that I would cunningly cry and cry if I thought I didn't like it. Don't you think Ricardo won't be able to abandon me?

"Oh. That's for sure"

I put aside that Ricardo, who snorted so with a serious look, was a lying puke, and I think he was, I think, Dia's fiancée with great patience.

After the aftermath of an era in which wars continued on the continent, the Duke of Girasfi had few relatives.

This country has been poor for a long time, even if it does not fit into concerns such as aggression, but does not taste good in dealing with its precarious neighbours.

Prince Ricardo is sixteen years old when Dia's closest family is only the King's.

Even though five years ago my brother Prince's child was born and I no longer worried about his succession as a nation, it was also Dia's fault of her too young fiancée that anyone who should eventually be king waited for marriage until this age.

He is the kind man who dares his oldest self to be his fiancée so that the little Duke's Lady may admire him in peace like her brother.

Even though the adult age in this country is seventeen, I waited another year for Dia to fall ill shortly after the adult.

But as a result, in the eighteenth year of Dia, he met a man of his destiny.

(... If it hadn't been for that accident, I might have been married to Ricardo for a long time...)

Two, I think about that, I think about the oddity of fate.

But Dia didn't, and there was no particular disagreement about the engagement breakdown that would be made this way.

Either way, Dia will be dead soon.

So if I could tell you that I don't need this engagement anymore, would Ricardo be relieved just for a few moments?

To Dia, who thought so and smiled, Ricardo, hesitated just a little bit, stroking his head like when he was little.

"... Dia, you will always be our family. Can you rely on us without hesitation, including troubles and things that aren't?

Ricardo accidentally said that when he walked away.

Is that why?

Dia remembers the day she danced like a decoy with a prince as beautiful as she blindfolded her eyes at a royal ball that her parents took her to visit.

That day, little Dia fell in love with the prince who caressed her head at random, and Dia's family was killed the day after that.

Because a child who mistakenly thought that prince might have picked himself up at the visit of the magnificent Knights, pretended to be a servant's child and opened the main entrance to the mansion.

".................. do I look distracted?

"Very much so. You say you're greedy, but sometimes you look very far away, don't you? That's when I get anxious about how much you're giving up without even being able to get."

(Well..............................)

Just a little, the word was unexpected.

Dia thought this guy was watching his fiancée better than he thought, but still, Ricardo didn't realize what was most important.

"Dear Ricardo, Thank you for staying by my side."

"I will always be your kin. [M] I'm glad you remember that's all."

Dia smiled and nodded, not affirming.

Ricardo and Dia, who will no longer be fiancées, will no longer meet as before.

Not to mention, if Ricardo can have a new fiancée, it's only natural that he'll be so alienated that he takes into account his mood.

That's why Ricardo couldn't possibly realize that this one word he casually told was a farewell greeting to this life.

(You don't know that I've noticed that you're trying to kill me...)

On Ricardo's birthday night, the day after Ibmeria, Dia is set to commit suicide worrying about our fate at a grandly executed royal palace ball.

I'm guessing Ricardo still hasn't noticed that the plan has been made known to Dia.

As for Dia, I don't want her to realize it until the end, so I appreciated that for a while I had an excuse to keep my distance.

When the door closed and Ricardo exited the building at night with those accompanying him waiting outside the room, Dia exhaled and frowned with a trick that was difficult to say the poor maiden.

Breathe trembling in dismay and loneliness and my chest ached like I swallowed crushed fog crystals.

The back of my eyes got a little hot, but Dia wasn't a happy person enough to cry dizzily here.

For Dia, who lived as the fiancée of the first prince in the royal palace without being close, losing her asylum is the first experience in itself.

What can't be lost and what is unavoidable if it is taken away.

You have to make a good decision about what you want and what you don't want.

(………… yes. I don't know Ricardo at all.... I'm very greedy, selfish, and a coward)

Dia has very little belongings.

I don't want to feel any more unpleasant in that state, and naturally, but I definitely don't want to feel scared.

Now, I want people who have done terrible things to be badly rewarded for sneezing at unreasonable manipulation, and for not having a temper so calm as to achieve it.

I want to sleep plenty at night, and at least for the free days I have left, I want to eat something delicious and get muddy.

"........................ but,"

Still, if there's only one wish to come true.

I risk this life. But maybe it's worth trying to reach out.

When I thought of it that way and looked at the window, I still saw a beautiful rugged blue cape that rocked in the wind as to what I should say and why I should think of it on a day like this.

What I noticed and looked back here were purple eyes so vivid that I smiled in the light of a dark and dazzling night.

The biggest factor that Ricardo had to kill Dia was standing there.