The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

When the first festival dawns, the morning of Clavis arrives.

On the second day of Ibmeria's previous festival, Clavis enjoys a peaceful day with someone close to him.

Until last year, Dia was in a lively celebratory seat where Ricardo's younger brothers and princes and their companions, as well as the princesses' fiancées, also exchanged.

When you tie your hair up in the morning and put on a heavy dress, Dia, who wants to watch the decorative trees quietly, begins a day of heavy loads.

And Dia, who welcomed her last Clavis free from such heavy responsibility, was now having her first morning of shock in her life.

(……………… Mm)

Dia first, as she rose and rubbed her sleepy eyes, noticed the watery hair spilling over her sheets and lifted her eyebrows.

I didn't think the main unit was installed there, and at first, I fell asleep and left Noin's hair to anger where I thought it might be.

(..................... Huh?

And Dia, who found out it was there for each body, was increasingly puzzled.

This is the first time I have experienced this situation, so I can't afford to feel a little sweet and sour from time to time, etc., and my brain issues an alarm for havoc.

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Firstly, annihilate..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"..................... hey, that's annoying"

"Why is the original owner scolded from the wicked who occupies the maiden's bedside"

For the record, Dia's obsession with sleeping is strong.

There are various restraints for a fine sleep, and on the pillow is a sachet made of lavender and other things that I have sneaked from the castle's garden, which also spares no ideas such as changing the aroma according to the season.

Sachet is quite confident that he has made so far, but everything is Dia's precious asset, so he hides it in his room without doing anything to give it to someone.

Once my fiancée discovered something about to be made, and when it was made a development I had to deliver, I continued to curse the beautiful prince's hair to perish with a stinging embroidery.

I mean, that's all that matters to Dia, so she'll indulge herself to the fullest.

If you make it the greatest entertainment in your life, from the night you enter the bedroom when you can sleep plenty slowly, to the time of dawn when you spend muddy, you have no hand in not enjoying it.

Not to mention we had a great dinner last night, and this went into the bedroom just to say that the aftertaste of it would have to fall asleep within your mouth already, but, hey, when I was hit by the test of whether I could not take off this dress without a samurai, I often asked Noyne, who was on the spot, for help, and went to bed over rough wondering if you had any shame.

(............ I fell asleep a lot and I don't remember after...... Did he fall asleep without letting Noyne out of his room?

Was it the defeat that Noyne totally seemed like a nanny or something, having her hair combed before she went to bed or having the temperature in the room regulated over baked?

However, if you also heard a secret conversation with the fairy last night, he is still a man.

Even if you think of the world of those who must have caught a glimpse of it from that conversation, you are someone who lives in a different world than Dia, who is human.

Since your residence is supposed to be in the woods, it fits into the criteria of Mukumgris, the creature of the woods, so that you can understand the differences in pedigree and so on.

Dia was a calmly judgable person in situations like this, even if she was in love with a beautiful outsider.

"............... you're the one who busted out in the middle of the night. Damn, you're making me go to a lot of trouble."

"Well! I sleep well and behave. There's no way."

"Oh, who went wild catching a fairy in the middle of the night?

"It involves my reputation as a lady, so I will fight resolutely there!

"Then, if you wash your face, put something on. Dry your hair thoroughly, then go to sleep."

"..................... looks like a nanny"

"Stop."

To see the noise that woke my body, apparently, this spirit, not feeling a little disturbed, was seriously sleeping on Dia's sleeping table.

I was surprised that the Spirit would sleep on the bedside, but I have trouble sleeping with the Spirit next door, no matter what the lady is or how large the bedside is.

Dia, who was roaring and lowly intimidating Guru, remembered how tired Noyne looked, uh, yesterday that this Spirit had left marks of injury on his arm.

The presence of the various outsiders touched upon in the conversation tells us that even though Noyne is the king of one qualities of the night, he also has various marks.

Especially if you listen to the interaction with the Spirit of Death, I'm sure the history to the point of subordinating the people of Pharsital was not an easy thing either.

(But I wonder if the former king was dealt with by then......)

When Noine and I reunited in this royal palace, I was surprised to hear from him that he was king of one pillar of the night.

When Dia met, Noyne was a prince, so maybe he had a lot to do too, as the environment surrounding Dia changed in the decade leading up to this reunion.

Dia doesn't even know if she looks slightly exhausted like this, or if she looks here after assuming her responsibilities as king, or if it's something easier, and she's just tired of playing.

(............... Is that injury okay?)

I was totally worried, and Dia reached in and grabbed Noin's wrist.

Suddenly a beautiful man in a shirt with a loose collar lifts his eyebrows somewhere delightful to the man who grabbed his arm.

But it was also until Dia curled up its sleeve.

"..................... Hey"

"Wasn't the part where yesterday's sleeve was cut, injured? If you leave your injuries intact, you'll have to make allowance while you're wearing them thin."

"I don't have the hobby of leaving the wound intact. In the first place, can I give you a scratch allowance?

"I have read it in a book, so I have my knowledge fully with me. You tie up where you're bleeding, don't you?

"... listen, don't ever lay your hands on a scratch again. You could tie it to your wound."

"........................ hmm, no?

Noyne, who sighed, shook his head silently and briefly, and Dia resented the book, which stated how to make a nasty allowance.

Why, things don't work out well in front of this Spirit, and this always happens.

The truth is, it should be clearer enough for Noyne to impress me.

(And Noyne is still fine with spirits......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Eating the Spirit-fed meal was only slightly depressing that it should not have been too desirable, and Dia leaned her neck with a compliment.

If you rebut the words of the second prince who visited the room, it would be as if you knew that Noyne was a spirit.

I didn't think it would be possible given the temperament of the people in this country, but Jill Reid is a relatively flexible person of his mind, and by chance, there will be no alignment of the content of that conversation.

(............... I mean, did His Highness Jill Reid advise me not to tip my mind after knowing what Noine was like......)

Because he may not know that his brother or this country is trying to kill Dia.

Dia thinks how shocked Jill Reid will be later by the truth, feeling like some other HR.

Beyond the window is a light of pale dawn, and if you look at the shadows on the curtains, it seems to be snowing.

The time for Dia to wake up is fast enough for him to live in the royal palace.

I'd really rather sleep slower, but I'm still defenseless in my sleep time.

When that happened, it would have been extraordinarily gentler for him to wake up before dawn.

"............... why don't you sleep a little more. It's just dawn."

"By the time the samurai arrive, it's very difficult to wash your face. I would also like to drink my own brewed tea that is not poisoned or otherwise..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

If Dia said so, Noyne scratched her forehead straight up when she waved one hand in each direction.

Dia accidentally falls in love with the beauty of her watery hair spilling from her fingertips.

Noyne nearby like this is supposed to be a bad thing to abandon Dia, but why not indulgent and calm, too bad for the heart inexhaustible?

"From today on, those on this side will take care of you. The foundation of magic has gradually been laid. Besides, leaving the extra human in the room is a hassle to develop this and the procedure, even in the middle of the conversation.... If so, it would be less hassle to rewrite it in advance and keep it away"

"... have you done something to them?

When I asked softly, Noyne looked at me.

Although we didn't go deep into each other, Dia didn't dislike the samurai that were attached to her.

Still, I won't stop avenging them thinking about what they're going to do, and the poison of the Snow Daffodil honey that I can put in the water everyday in the room could be at the hands of someone in it.

Still, like a strange knight who was only someone else with an invisible face, he couldn't remain calm enough to accept that it would be compromised.

And would Noyne have looked just a little spooked by such a stupid dia?

"It's a magical rewrite, making it a proper room lady with a proper room. On the occasion that your engagement has been dissolved, you will think it no longer comes with a room."

"……… Who is this in your room?

"The rewriting of consciousness is for each royal palace. Fairies are good at erosion and rewriting."

"..................... well"

Never before have I felt one end of the existence of an outsider in its own right.

But this is the first time I've ever known the possibility of something that people have to do in this way, and Dia gets stunned.

Just a little bit, I thought that if that was possible, I could also get Dia out of here, and I panicked and put a lid on a pointless inquiry.

(............... I can't leave this country where you let me go. If we are going to live within this country, I wonder how many people will have to rewrite their consciousness. Changing the samurai's assignment is not the same as...)

So let's stop breaking our hearts about this and throw away the inconvenient grief.

"..................... from today on, who will take care of me? I know I can do enough to get my self into shape, but I have a ball, so I have to ask that person to dress and tie my hair."

"I'm telling you, you're not doing your part in everyday life, are you?

"Well, I can do enough to wash my face and comb my hair, can't I?

"Oh, then explain the process after you wash your face."

"………… wipe with a towel"

"After that."

"..................... and then?

Doesn't Noyne sigh deliberately when Dia lets her gaze wander without a second thought?

"You're disqualified. Think about what the vials in front of the mirror stand are for."

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"I guess lotion or cream"

"..................... lotion or cream"

Drinking his breath, Dia nodded small that it seemed necessary after washing her face.

It seems that that ritual, which I thought was going to wear makeup soon every morning, wasn't actually true.

It should be noted that I was allowed to change at night before their exit, bathing and washing their face before bedtime after being alone, so of course, I did not apply anything to my face.

I applied a little bit of hot water during the winter season.

"And you know the cream to apply to your hands?!

"If you don't even know about lotion, you're not gonna be proud of anything, are you?

"Muggu....................."

Dia was worried that there were still complicated and strange rituals in this world that she did not know about, and she became increasingly annoyed to think about what lay ahead.

If there are any more procedures that you don't understand well just to live, it seems difficult to live more than Dia is fed up with.

"..................... and, actually, I've been wondering since earlier, who's dead by the window?

"That's the fairy who takes care of you. I'm telling you, it was you who grabbed the feathers."

"..................... fairy?

Here Dia stood up in a hurry to take a closer look at the chunks, which she thought must be people of something not well seen in the pale light of dawn, perfect for cold winter mornings.

(Because if you're not from this royal palace, you're going to be more supportive, and you can just sleep a little more...)

Will it be necessary to go out into the world outside the warm futon and waste that time?

Slightly, I'm going to sleep next door again. I'm very concerned about the wind noise, but I already remember when I used Mukumgrease as a pillow here, and I have to assume this is the same thing.

"Uhm. Let me sweeten your words, and you'll sleep another night. The fairy decided to make sure after she woke up."

"... with that emotion, you've lived a long time."

"Well, a happy second sleep is no exaggeration when it comes to mankind's treasure. What part of the world is that better than that?

When Dia stayed firm on all that claim, she went back into the warm blanket and circled muddy with happiness.

It's been a long time since I woke up so calm.

Whatever Noine is, whatever fairy she was sneezing on the floor and falling off, only now can she leave her weight with someone to sleep in peace.

(Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and…………)

The day after tomorrow is almost like the rest of the day, so throw it, well, it's Ibmeria tomorrow that counts.

Was it not until today that I could go see the large decorative tree erected in the courtyard because they took the consideration of not leaving the room from the noin?

I missed you just a little bit when I thought so, but maybe if you could at least see plenty of beautiful things at the end and travel, you could say it's pretty good.

I don't know where I'm watching that day, but Noyne will definitely be somewhere, too.

Having had a happy morning thinking about it, Dia woke up and was preached to the beautiful fairy with dark hair to her waist that the fairy feathers should not be grabbed without fabrication, nor should she try to spread them out and find out.

Apparently, Dia has fallen asleep and caught this fairy, but all she can say is that she doesn't remember anything and doesn't remember.

With that said, the fairy's eyes looking at this one totally look at the criminals. That turned out to be it, but Dia had to repeat her apologies for being so nice to meet you.

Apparently, the act of touching fairy feathers is a very bad thing as a racial practice.

"........................ Fairies don't have feathers, but could I have taken them away?

"I'm doing pseudo-magic, and I'm done. There's no way we can leave the fairy feathers out in a place where people with such low range of motion can gather."

"………… feathers. I can't believe there are no feathers.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I don't remember touching it, so at least let me see it once..."

"Okay, Dear Dear. The act of touching a fairy feather is technically worthy of a proposal. If you touch it without our permission, you won't be able to complain if you get your neck scratched off on the spot. It's what the kids did, so let's not do it again in the future."

And here was another pit.

Dia has a high range of magic moves among the inhabitants of this country.

And unless it's a land where all humans with low range of motion, like Fursital, gather, it's common for human growth to be measured in that range of motion.

(That being said, even in that picture book, a kid with a high range of motion worked in the college, and it's like your father said that......)

Dia recognises herself as a fine lady, also because of her reputation as a fairly independent woman within the royal palace.

But for the fairy in front of you, Dia seems to be a child equivalent person, with only numbers below the adult magic range of motion.

Fortunately, I didn't have to be decapitated for grabbing my feathers because of it, but when I'm treated like a child, I kind of feel like I can't untie it.

And such a brunette fairy bowed gracefully toward Dia.

"Please call me Dirvier. As a servant, I am here. Let me respond in this way, albeit tentatively. But once out of this role, I will live much longer than you, and have a high magic rank. Don't forget that you can say it's only for this occasion."

"Yes. That's how you worry about it. Thank you, Mr. Dirvier."

"Hey, you won't have to touch it."

"You're a fairy, aren't you? I'm not surprised where the invisible feathers are, so I'll pepper the space around the back!

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"I've never chatted with a fairy before! What a lovely day today........................!!

Dirvier was a beautiful young man with dark hair and watery eyes.

A beautiful woman, or beauty, is an imaginary fairy itself, but he says that he is a royal fairy called Sea, among the fairy species that preside over the night lights.

Noyne seems unhappy with Dia, who is totally moved and trembles when she meets an amazing fairy, but let me tell you from a human perspective, I'm actually not sure what a spirit is.

The demons must be beautiful and cruel and horrible, the dragons are big and fierce, but they must be brilliant and admirable creatures.

Although fairies can be pathetic or beautiful, they are said to be the closest and toughest creatures for humans.

Among fairytales, it's mostly bad fairies nesting inside humans, and it's mostly fairies who hide and eat humans on summer solstice festival nights and at the end of time.

On the other hand, in the exotic world, fairies are given and treasured the title of squire of royalty and nobility as indispensable to human life.

Once you can obey, no creature is as reliable as a fairy for its loyalty.

"..................... fairy"

"Hey, you're staring too hard.... Dirvier, you better get to work."

"This kid's coming after me. Oh man. You're in trouble...... Dear Dear, I will leave the king here, so please be patient here for a while."

"Mmmm....................."

In the first place, Noyne doesn't have beautiful feathers.

For Dia, there was no choice but to have a stronger sense of something special about fairies accustomed to stories than spirits whose ethnicity was less clear.

In addition, Dirvier's brewed tea was very tasty.

If you can't feed what was originally prepared for Dia, the breakfast delivered to the room will give the night lark that she lives in the shadow of Dilvier, and will serve something else.

Noyne was able to invite his genealogical followers into the royal palace because Dia's increased resistance to outsiders and the laying of festive witchcraft made it easier for people to appear.

I'm not sure what the specialty is, but I think the deal with Noine was about to come into good shape, so I nodded, and Dia sips a warm potato potage with happiness.

However, the Night Skylark was not a cute little bird like Dia had hoped for, but a strange creature that looked like a slender towel with a grunt when fed.

It's a mystery where there are wings and mouths, but they fly the sky with boom and are creatures with the blessings of the eater in winter.

Whether it is a blessing to have to keep giving a lot of food to avoid being cursed or not is a good user demon to dispose of anything that gets in the way, as it eats the horns and everything delicious.

Hearing that he would get regeneration in the spring and the blessing of wandering from summer to autumn, Dia nodded softly, thinking it would be spring if he were to catch it.

(Speaking of which, Noine is the Spirit of the Seat of the Night who presides over what..................?

He is probably someone who belongs to the midnight seat.

But on top of that, Dia still doesn't know what the king of the night is entrusted with.

The outsiders couldn't help but wonder what would govern them if they heard that changing their attributes and genealogy, even in the same clan, would change their temperament.

"Fairies don't eat mucumgrease, do they?

"............... I don't know why there is a king of the species Mugris in such a rare land of sorcery, because Mukumgris is a fairy species. It won't be edible."

"Mukumgris of Pharsital, he said, is a creature on the side of the beast. You think what originally lived on this land has diminished and degenerated magic?"

If you explain the circumstances so, fairies prefer to hunt, so if they are creatures in the category of beasts, they would sometimes hunt, but they told me that what comes from their own ecosystem, like the Mukumgris of Pharsital, will be taken care of as an intrinsic species.

Dia nodded with the thought of waking up that the fairy was an eco-friendly creature, and when she went outside with permission to walk in the courtyard, she introduced Dirvier to Mukumgris, who also lives in the backyard of the royal palace.

This much-mugris is a very nostalgic creature, and he runs all the time trying to spot the humans he's getting along with.

But when you get hit with that by a giant furry creature quite a bit, people the size of Dia blow up, so there's a cute way to do it.

"If you want this biscuit, sit down!

"Cum gu!!

As usual, Dilvier seemed to have a distant eye when he saw Dia gently taking out the biscuits he had hidden and stroking them while well restraining the rough Mukumgrease.

"………… you tried to treat this creature and the king the same way"

"Mukumgris also lives in the woods. Because of this, this kid recently learned to sit down!

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"Hey, don't look at me"

Clavis is a festival with friends and mentors.

Dia held her heart together to unravel the signs of those who had to know who only Dia, walking next door as a matter of course, was.

It's like I'm no longer alone. I softly hide my mouth with my hands, letting my heart play to the joy of not being able to do it, and burning it to.

If I said that this moment is the happiest moment since I came to this royal palace, will they believe me?

Even if this stay was like a sightseeing trip just to watch Dia get killed on prom night, Dia was still happy.