The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

"You are the king of the land of the night."

Potato pie was completely eaten up and, sadly overlooking an empty plate, Dia was talking to a man of great beauty in the kitchen of a nobody's royal palace wondering why he had placed it in the kitchen.

This man is, after all, one of the kings who presides over the night.

You also think Dia's first appearance of white gray hair is that of the night's throne turning only on the Winter Solstice Day, when the night is the longest?

(It was so beautiful, won't it go back to that look again......)

Speaking of outsiders. They're annoyed when they have long hair that far, and now, they're taking something other than Winter Solstice Day with the magic of changing their appearance.

Perhaps you could have looked completely different, like the pagan magicians you listen to.

It was quite a strange experience to be surrounded by the aroma of stewed ground beef tomato sauce that was in the potato pie and a beautifully polished and lined pot, talking to outsiders who presided over the night.

Outside, it must have started snowing.

The light in the kitchen, inserted through the large window of expensive fountain crystals that you purchased from an exotic country, is dull grey with a snowcloud permeated, and in its obscure light the kitchen's cookware, cupboards, etc. shine hard unfamiliar.

Dia looked at the watery hair like spinning a jewel, shaking as the man in front of her moved, wondering if she could properly wash the finished plate or something.

(How beautiful......)

The loose curly hair I saw earlier mixed with a spoon of night color in white gray is about the length to the middle of my back.

Now it's like a wide range of velvet ribbons in one piece, and the appearance of a single muscle of hair falling off has a hint of color even though it's male.

Dia's hair color is darker silver gray than the silver hair of the people of this country, but no matter how he shines light, he won't get a moonlight-like brilliance that resides inside the gem.

If you think it's completely different from the color a human has, you want to reach out and touch it gently.

But he is a man of sorts.

And what people have to do is not as gentle or simple as the neighbors in the fairy tale.

There must be a reason for this practice, which was thus manifested, and that was unlikely to be tolerated unless I was prepared to lose my fingertips.

"I'm pretty sure people in this country sometimes call me that. But in the throne of night there are many elements to be ruled and thrones to be healed, but when you become one to unify the night itself, it will still be the Spirit King of the throne of midnight"

"The name King of the Land of the Night will include others..."

"Some of the demons in the genealogy of the night eat humans. If you don't want to be bait, stop calling indeterminate."

They say there are a lot of outsiders in the genealogy at night.

Among them, in time called Ayami, the midnight throne is high, and the midnight throne, headed by the king who presides over midnight, is king of all nights, and reigns over the compartments of all nights.

"I'll call you potato pie for a moment."

"Never............. Noin. You should call me that."

"........................ noin"

"That name isn't everything, but I have enough to connect it to me. Look, don't ever call me crazy again."

"Yes, sir"

Wasn't the name for the outsiders, indeed, very important?

Thinking that it would teach him some amazing things, Dia thought of the vastness of this world that could not be reconciled with the diversity of the genealogical creatures of the night she was taught.

Nights of various names, being under the Spirit King of the Midnight Seat, are never unrelated to Dia's life either.

There is a king in the night, and there is a king in the spring and night.

They say that there are those who preside over the fullness of the night, those who preside over the solitude of the night, and those who connect the genealogy of the night with the twilight of carriage.

(There are all sorts of people in this world that I don't know...)

Is there no other outsider in this royal palace?

If Dia's father had a family in the dragon he was close to, I'd definitely like to see him again.

Knowing is very rich.

Watermark new knowledge and see the world and you'll be filled with colour as you peek into the kaleidoscope.

Now I miss Farsital, who never sees the fairies in the flowers again.

In a country rich in witchcraft, ink is said to be made by the fairies.

Dia has never seen the magic of flying a letter as a bird.

"......... there are people out there who live with fairies and dragons as normal. I wish more people would know that, but in this country, there's probably no other way to be forgotten."

"Oh, the greed to justify oblivion by cutting and expanding what's in this realm without authorization does seem human"

I was just a little flimsy with the words.

After the tragedy of the house of the Duke of Girasfi, the healing forest of the king at night was only slightly cut and plowed.

Shortly afterwards, the quality of the forest crystals to be harvested failed so badly, but many places were still turned into fields.

(This man understands that, of course. If so, I'm sure you won't even know why it happened to my house...)

"Unfortunately, that's what human beings are for. To the people of Pharsital, who are low in range of motion, the joy of living with the needy is not to be obtained, no matter how much you wish. …… I've always wondered why people in this country have pushed their days with the unwanted into fairytales"

Dia wasn't surprised.

In Fur Sital, a variety of blessing and crystalline stones are mined, and forest crystals are elaborate with magic hoarded in rich forests.

Curses, plagues and nightmares are all in the realm of sorcery.

Exotic messengers sometimes bring outsiders, and some of the pedestrians are high-ranking magicians.

In the first place, there is the word enchantment, and there are tools and medicines for enchantment.

Yet why, in Fursital, do you trap everything beyond people in a cage of stories?

That has always been, not surprisingly.

"... to live."

"To live?

"Yep. Beautiful and lovely things that glitter, but we all have them but we can't just get into our own hands. Even though there are beautiful and rich places out there, I can't breathe well there alone. How horrible and how sad that is. So the people of Pharsital decided that there was no such thing as you, and... I wanted to turn away from it no matter how close Girasfi was to you to arouse awe of the forest. …… I finally realized that my family was killed in order to be killed"

At this time, I think Dia gradually understood everything.

Of course, the prospects for the people who tried to leave the woods, headed by Dia's parents, would have been so sweet.

Still, there must have been a path somewhere where we could both live.

Still, the royal family, and the nobles who were the lords of this king's capital, chose the solemnity of the house of the Duke of Girasfi.

"... my family was solemnized because... it kills the hearts of the people. To the hungry people, there was something special in the woods and beyond them, but they loved you neither, nor chose you. Still, there's no way I can tell you that I want you to honor and protect that forest while you starve.... my parents couldn't figure it out because... we were arrogant."

It is at the height of its range of motion that the Duke of Girasfi family once assumed its role as a sacrifice.

Because he was able to hold it, the family of Girasfi did not understand the cruelty of the claim.

Therefore, it would have been one end of rot if it hadn't been truncated.

Dia's chest was about to crumble because of her indifference.

(...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... This is a silly boxyard country that doesn't know the outside world, but still,.................. I'm sure you're right about that readiness as royalty)

Grabbing his fingertips all the way in, Dia looked only at the plate of potato pie that had been emptied.

Still, why, I want to cry that it was Dia who was left to everyone and taken away, but if Dia were imprisoned in that suffering, this country would kill Dia as well.

No, it would have been really nice to have killed Dia that day.

(..................... Master Ricardo wonders why he made me his fiancée)

At that time, at his age, he would have understood why the Duke of Girasfi family had been solemnized.

Putting Dia, its survivor, under his own sanctuary means nothing more than leaving an indelible thorn in this country.

If you're going to pity me because I'm a child, it was the servant's children who should have helped.

(..................... so why, now I'm about to be killed....... No, maybe he survived because he hasn't even tried to kill me.......... For example, I just wanted to keep you company for a little while.........?

"If it's a sin to be arrogant, I have reason to solemnly sanctify the people of this country. I've never known that less and more things are not dominated, but I'm not tolerant enough to forgive the looting that was done with my understanding."

Dia, who was about to sink into her own thoughts, returned to me with that voice.

I seem to have completely forgotten about the noise that sat in front of me.

"Well.... So it comes from me?

But with that said, for some reason, isn't Noyne terribly flashy?

"You don't look like you want to die at all, but even if you do, do you look as merciful as I am to make a wish come true cheaply?

Fingertips stretched out as they rinse, head to Dia's throat.

Surely if he were this man, he would give people who wanted to die the kind of raw life they would want to die and not be comfortable with.

"No, I don't want to die. … because I have not yet forgiven the people of this country"

It was only a slight silence that fell into that word of Dia.

Ahead of looking up, there are dark, dazzling purple eyes.

Dia, who looks up at the creatures that can easily kill herself and makes her happy to be one of the beautiful ones, must be heretical in this country.

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"This is my heart, no matter how blurry it may be from others' point of view. My only treasure, so can I offer it to someone?"

"If so, even that hatred is beautiful. If you want to be spoiled for killing him without fighting him, throw away your heart just to grow him in your heart and rot him."

(..................... oh, this guy)

It's boring.

It's not funny and I'm tired of it.

I knew that, and Dia whispered.

Even if it wasn't a toy like Dia thought it would be, that's not what we found out.

Trying to burn it and make it resist, that wasn't what Dia wanted.

"Just because it's unusual won't be a reason for me to throw away the way I am. I live in this royal palace because no matter how much higher the range of motion is than the others, I, the people of Pharsital, can only live in this country."

If he had left this country, Dia would have gone anywhere.

But just dreaming and wishing for it always requires as much qualities as you need.

So, more than I could do, Dia didn't deserve it.

"I'm not particularly smart, I'm not sneaking up on special sorcery. So, what are we going to do with people who are far more intelligent? It's not about jumping through and not being beautiful, it's not about excellence in martial arts or excellence in riding. How do you think I'm gonna get out of here?..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I'm neither merciful nor even clean minded. People who are selfish and lazy, who are just cute, want to live muddy without just having a wave of wind, if nothing can be done about it. Can't be a pleasant toy for you."

"............ I see. Oh, boy, that's a wake-up call."

"Hehe, even people like you can't see the qualities of being able to play."

When Dia laughs like that, Noyne looks at this one with a frightened eye.

However, compared to the seeping expression of emotion earlier, the sheer cruelty is very chilling and marginal.

This outsider must have realized that if he thought that ruthlessness and cruelty were what would enhance his beauty, that he seemed to have taught him much, he would not even tell him what kind of race he was in charge of the night.

There is no way that we can fathom the long-lived, old-fashioned high who live far longer than humans, but does that seem a little regrettable because Dia totally likes this beautiful creature?

However, Dia tilted her neck tightly when she wondered if she would be made into something like that glowing petal if it stayed this way.

(There is no way I can get away from someone like this, so if I assume that I can screw it up here, should I try to ram it so that they don't know that I think the petal course is not stingy......)

My stomach is full, but what can a weak, barefoot maiden do?

They're going to make it extra bad when they spot it as an act, so here, they seem to have to show real resistance.

I never wanted to suffer and die if I were to conclude that it would not help either way.

"First of all, it's the price you paid for feeding me."

"It must be reasonable from your payment. But can you just wait a minute? In fact, I'm still only a little hungry, so I'll have some crushed potatoes left in the bowl with the condiments placed over there!

"... no, you eat too much. Look at the plate in front of you. I don't care what you think, I wouldn't have been alone."

"... I'm not sure what you're talking about for a second...?

Noyne's expression became more rude to Dia, who tilted her neck in confusion, but now I feel that it seems like a good vibe to be free for a while.

Dia ran and somehow headed for the spice rack with a small plate in front of her.

This small dish was on hand in the wind that it was even a takeaway dish, but the potato pie placed in front of Dia should have been for one person, so there is no way that this is a takeaway dish.

I shake my neck sideways and stand in front of the condiment shelf, pulling out my humble memories.

(Indeed, there was a story in the entertainment book lent to Princess Zifa about defeating bandits with spices......)

I don't know if the spice will work for the king of the land at night, but if it doesn't, you can just push it through by saying you tried to give it to him because you thought he'd be happy.

Out of the blue, he might petal me as soon as he's angry.

For the record, the people of Farsital like spicy things.

Many men drink strong liquor to spend long nights, and the preference for spicy spicy sausages and dried meats enjoyed with such liquor has gradually led the entire population to like spicy things.

Therefore, if it is also the kitchen of the Royal Palace in Farsital, there are many spices available.

At meals, Dia was familiar with quite a few types, as they were placed on the table for use at her discretion.

Dia first, rumored to be extraordinarily spicy, put the spicy oil she had just picked up from the exotic on a plate of jabber.

Mix plenty of piles of pepper there, add another spicy spice, etc., and also add the dried summer grass leaves into the powder to mislead the color.

This summer the grass is a pinch and bitterly spicy.

(……………… Mm)

Around here, the top of the small plate got squishy, and I put in a strong alcoholic beverage of fur cital called corhem, which was placed for cooking wind flavoring to restore the feeling of liquid, and something seemed better than I thought.

Rin nodded that this was quite good, and Dia came back to the earlier location with a small plate full of weapons and the rest of the potato pie that did not turn out to be potato pie due to the size of the plate.

Although a little occasional, it doesn't look like Noyne cares about Dia's impromptu seasoning.

"... when I look at you, I don't even know what the royal palace people are trying to do. Things are strange to keep as the fiancée of the First Prince"

"It's a lot of disrespect for a woman with a delicate heart, but I'm surprised you knew so much about me..."

"Do you want to try to crush your spare time and use that without even knowing the properties of the pawn?

"..................... well. That's what you think."

Often in the story, there are occasions when people confronted with the unwanted are frightened when they know anything about themselves, but there may have actually been such a context.

Even Dia studied a lot at first to play a game of pawnboards with Ricardo.

If you are an outsider of human intelligence, there are many ways to learn how to use tools.

"Eh!

And Dia, here, tried to smash the contents of the small plate against Noine's face.

Because it was well in the middle of a conversation, a very brutal human being thought it was now if he was to launch an attack.

"........................ What?!

At a time like this, outsiders were worried that they would deploy invisible walls and other things to prevent attacks, but fortunately, Dia's special spicy spice liquor seemed to have hit Noyne in the face directly.

I accidentally threw every small plate, and the liquid mixed with red and green splashed all around me like a creative murder scene, but I wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up after it because I'd be petaled anyway.

Dia, thinking so, looked round at Blur and what had fallen from the top of his chair to the floor.

Apparently, I've created something more vicious than I thought.

"..................... well. I've killed the king of the land of the night."

That's how Dia met Noyne.

Although I could avoid being killed on the spot for inadvertently hunting, that's not why he became Dia's friend or me.

It's like proving it, and then again. Whether Dia's diet is poisoned or Dia's feverish and sleeping eaten it, I just get the impression that Noyne is a stupid person.

He is a high-ranking outsider, albeit weak for a little spicy.

If you get tired of this place, you'll walk away, and if you find it unpleasant, you'll also easily break it that would be Dia.

A neighbor who doesn't know when to walk away like that or when to peel his fangs off, but Dia was sneaking around enjoying the odd days when kings of the land of the night sometimes come to visit.

But I've been thinking about it since that day.

No, ever since that stormy day, Dia's been thinking.

Why not?

How can the people of this royal palace not know what even Noyne, who is not human, found out?