The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

It was Clavis night.

Dia looks up at the decorative tree in the courtyard, feeling calm and fuzzy.

The large palm tree is hung with many ornaments and decorated with a candle lit with a fountain crystal covering to avoid burning the branches that have been fire-proofed and a glowing magic fire.

Mounted on the tip of a large tree is a blessing stone that shines bright as stardust.

Looking up at the beautiful crystal stones that shined brightly even in a land of little witchcraft, Dia thought of the incredible creatures that had been driven into the story.

If the magic of the people of this country has been made a jewel by the curse, then perhaps in that glowing blessing stone lies the possibility of another life taken from someone.

A short distance from Dia, Dilvier stands secluded.

A fairy as luxurious as a woman, dressed like the middle of a black swallow tail suit and a knight's suit, he is sheer, although he can be seen somewhere in the human eye.

Dia only rounded her eyes if she knew that if she had to, she would rip them off as easily as a human being.

Though he is a little less tall than Noine, as a man he is not intimidated because of the thin lines.

Dia was totally loving this fairy, which had some hard parts that didn't match her soft appearance.

The colour of the beautiful evening looking up from under the decorative tree is the gloss of black purple, and the snow is stopped.

To the brilliance of the stars coloring the night sky, Dia wondered if this is what fairy embroidery looks like.

The snow that has just fallen seems to shine plump, but from the fairy's eyes, it seems to be uninteresting snow that does not shine.

"Are there also snow fairies and spirits?

"Yeah. Both of them are beautiful people. That said, we were caught in a war in the human country and the snow sea just left the other one behind. Those gentlemen, with the royalty of the kingdom that gave them protection, burned out in the royal palace that was set on fire."

Dilvier's voice was quiet, but Dia saddens her own hand that she is the only person who feels this beautiful fairy hates humans somewhere and can't softly stroke their backs.

It is all too miserable to think that those who preside over it were killed by the flames because they know the clean snow scenery.

"..................... Were your loved ones there, too?

"Well, what do you think? But if it is, you will never hate the beautiful snow scenery I have. Love the shadow of your beloved, and your memories will never be thorny."

To the slightest contempt seeped into the word, Dia thought of the magnificent royal palace beyond the stunning ornamental tree.

Unlike the royal palace of the royalty of the night that Dia visited with her parents, the royal palace in the realm of man only may be, from Dirvier's point of view, a poor minister.

But still, it was too big a place for Dia.

It's still too wide to live alone, and this is how my chest is going to crumble to an unfamiliar temperature where someone will be on my side.

"Humans,........................ may sometimes be thorns. So much sadness, so many people meditate on their eyes and deviate from their faces that they decided not to see it."

"That will be hard to live by. Perhaps that's why we destroy ourselves."

The wind blew and shaken the ornament of the glass sprinkled on the decorative tree.

The fire of sorcery shook violently, but it is well protected, so it never goes out.

But if it snows too much, it will disappear.

How much was the loneliness of the first who were driven from the kingdom to adorn the ornamental trees with all the bright and shining blessing stones without disappearing, and who adorned the candle fire?

Thinking about the despair that killed them from their world because they didn't love what was mourned, Dia threw the thought away.

If you look at what's in their hands from an empty dia, even their despair is luxurious and their breasts are upset.

It's not what Dia knew, like the anguish of people from the past who don't even know their faces.

A selfish person wouldn't allow himself to be hurt.

"..................... I only know this decorative tree, but I still love decorative trees. Ibmeria in a land rich in witchcraft must be as beautiful as a dream"

"If it were human land, there would still be nothing better than Ibmeria of Weem. Lochmaria, once inhabited by humans in this country, was also a beautiful festival at its height, but too biased towards beauty as a hobby."

"………… Lochmaria"

It was the first country name I heard of.

Dia nods slowly and wonders what country it was there.

Were there fairies and dragons?

How did the demons and spirits spend their time in that country?

"Still dazzling, I guess it's a beautiful place. And there must have been a lot of people like you."

"There is no longer a country called Lochmaria. It has also become something lost again. And since you seem to be misunderstanding, the spirits of the Noine-like hierarchy are rare in themselves to appear before humans."

"..................... Really?

Dia's knowing spirit is a creature that appears with a pretense and a meal, so Dia was surprised to hear it, wondering if he could also be the people of the outside world and go to visit the royal palaces of the unbelievable.

But when the Spirit is taught that there is a layer of the world of the Spirit and, in the first place, the interaction of those of different genealogies and races is rare in itself, he is convinced once again that it is and should be.

Dia and I don't know the Mukumgres nest.

That's what being a different species is all about.

"He is as beautiful as any king. The king who sits on the throne of the night and admires his qualities, it is beautiful"

"Well, I think the noise is also very pretty right now, is it more?

To Dirvier, Noyne seems to be the proud king.

I smile at how well I speak, and I'm glad to have someone to chat with like this.

Excited to inquire, Dia remembers the noin she met at the ball in her memory.

(Sure, I feel the color of my hair was closer to white, and shorter. By the time I saw it, all the hair on my face had been wrapped up and fixed with something like a crown knitted with twigs of jewellery, so my impression might be a lot different......)

Loose king-like robes had strange gemstone decorations that dwelt in all manner of light, and the outfit that Dia, who was only a child, could only describe as being a luxurious but unspeakable beauty, suited Noin very well, who looked a tougher impression of her eyes than when she was lowering her hair.

"That one you're looking at is like a gem that doesn't glow in the dark. The original beauty is still arguably only under the seat of the night. Especially if it's a festive evening, I've seen so many high places that I'm speechless."

"............... won't you look like that in Ibmeria next time? Only once, I saw Noyne on Winter Solstice Day, but that's beautiful. I'd like to see you like that again."

If Dia says so unexpectedly remembering the prince dancing under the big chandelier, for some reason, Dilvier turned his slightly pitiful eyes to this one.

To Dia's heart, shaken to perfection by its gaze, the continued fairy words were like sharpened knives.

"Unfortunately, that will be difficult. This is such a country."

It was as if they told me I couldn't get into that side of the line.

Dia, who wants a glittering and glowing beautiful place on the other side of the line and continues to be scorched without being allowed in on that side, also still bears his destiny as a people of Pharsital.

The words of my father, who told me not to want that one, came back to me in my chest, and Dia stood quietly with that sound.

(Oh,............... I wish I could have sent flowers too, like the magician at the beginning)

Yet young Dia had no choice but to seek that hand in very different terms that stormy night, which did not please him.

The wish was not fulfilled because he reached out to me, but he wished me to help my family without even fulfilling his promises, and the human being, who had exhausted his only, even unforgivable, wish on the spot, had lost everything.

Only once a year, Dia met the Duke of Girasfi at a ball in the country that governed the night he was visited by them to play the role of minister.

Something particularly beautiful in Dia's mind that you can think of as many times as you close your eyes.

It's always a memory of that night.

The one whose father told me that he was the bringer of the king of the midnight throne sitting on the throne, the kind prince who stroked Dia's head, who was dripping in front of the Spirit's treat that man should not eat.

That night when that prince told me to come again, pulled my hand, and danced an undressed dance like a whole thing.

With all the thoughts possible in her little heart, Dia would have loved the person.

Just the king of the kingdom of the night would come out, and that picture book had already become a treasure, and I'd read it like every day.

(Though I had completely forgotten, I guess I told that story to His Highness Jill Reid too..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Unlike Ricardo, who was not familiar until he was taken over by the Royal Palace, Jill Reid, who was close to Dia's sister, frequently visited Gilasfi's mansion.

If it seemed like my own shagging back then, I would have talked about that ball somewhere.

Maybe he was proud that he had someone he loved, a young Dia.

Suppose that's why Jill Reid felt the will of what had to be people in the Hydra Tarts forest anomaly and visited the room wondering if he could hear anything from Dia.

He is also a wise prince, although not suited for political rush, etc.

I also feel that the reaction around me has been dull, although I pointed out the presence of outsiders as the cause of the anomaly, and I have been holding consultations with this one.

No way, I didn't know that Joel, who was in that room, was the king of the kingdom of the night itself, and he, at that moment, was closer to the strange truth of the forest than anyone else.

(Isn't His Highness Jill Reid the one who doesn't put a lid on something scary or sad? If you saw the strangeness in the woods and felt the signs of those who had to, and if you came to see me without turning a blind eye to the problem, maybe it is His Highness Jill Reid who will be the hope of this country that will remain after I have made a disaster..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

To think that some people may be able to leave what they have said is somewhere unintelligible and somewhat complicated.

But if it did, I also felt like I could feel the goodness of something called fate just a little bit if it was Jill Reid that my sister kept thinking she loved to beat Dia's disaster.

"Dear……… Dear Dia"

Dilvier's voice hung on Dia, who was looking up at the decorative tree.

To a low voice that prompts vigilance, Dia gently sets her face and stretches her spine.

Before long, someone gently lined up next to her, and Dia turned to you.

"Hey, you watching decorative trees?

Standing there was Ricardo in a glossy outfit of dark green, her blue eyes narrowed and she smiled gently.

If you look right behind him, there's a new fiancée, Marquis Marietta, and the knights of the escort, at the pillars of the outer corridor, looking here somewhere anxious.

"... His Highness Ricardo. It's a good night."

"Oh. Clavis' Mass just finished. What. Let's take a look at the decorative trees, too, with a little piety. ………… oh, he's the one who served beside you instead of the ladies"

If you say so, I guess that's what's happening.

Dia nods small at Ricardo, who glances at Dilvier.

"I hear he's good, but it's also inconvenient that he can't hold a woman's hand. If you need anything, your mother will lend you a samurai. So if you need help, talk to her."

"Yes. Let me do that."

What Dia returns here is a courtesy to her subordinates.

There is a great line between Dia and Ricardo that cannot be exceeded, because they are no longer lined up next door.

royalty and subordination.

He who decides to kill, and he who is to be killed.

(..................... but I won't let you kill me)

It's a precious Dia secret.

It was the secret of the last Girasfi, hidden from the royal family of this fursital.

Even if he's the one who puts his hands directly on Dia at the ball in two days, the last time he kills Dia is if he's still not his beloved.

Even if Ricardo poisons Dia's glass with that hand, the last thing that kills Dia is the king of the country at night who sees it.

(………………………………………………………)

A small whisper fell into her chest, and Dia stirred.

A wish that should have been pushed into the bottom of the chest is stretching stubborn branches from the gap in the door that should have been closed.

With maybe the little hope I left, the pathetic wish I kept giving up the last three years since I reunited with Noine, wishing it had come true, still doesn't seem to wither away.

That said, it was not a wish that could be touched upon on such occasions.

Touching this wish really shakes Dia's heart, and Ricardo is not a mediocre prince enough to miss a slight emotional shake.

"... Dia, you've been there for me a long time."

"Well, if Your Highness hives me here, it's kind of tricky, isn't it?

After all, Dia almost looked up to the prince who didn't miss the change.

Even Ricardo believes that Dia is suffering and feeling weak from the poison she continues to be given.

I do not want to be held in suspicion that we will no longer carry him as planned, but we must not be deprived of reactions that will please him either.

At the end of the day, when you wave that hand away and retaliate against them, don't you think it's retaliation for not being chosen?

What Dia flaunts on prom day is not to turn Ricardo around, but only to lighten Dia's own heart, with revenge to clear up the hatred of that day that Dia finally couldn't escape.

"Ha, maybe so. But I thought I had to tell you how much I appreciate it. I couldn't make your wish come true, but I'm sure you'll have your own prince."

"..................... Prince, is it?

"Oh, you forgot? When you first came to this royal palace, six years old, when the prime minister told you that he had decided to have a fiancée, he said that he would not like it unless he was the prince who danced at the ball. … I was glad to hear that my little cousin remembered that night."

That was a completely unexpected response, so Dia punched her eyes out.

On its own, it's made like a story of a little kid's smiling love, but even if he danced with Ricardo somewhere, his memories aren't fresh in Dia.

The only person I remember Dia dancing to is the prince of a kind evening country who smiled bitterly at the children who tried to steal the eyes of the adults and steal spiritual dishes and sneak Dia prepared something to eat.

"... I used to dance with Ricardo when I was a kid."

".................. hmm? That, maybe that's not me?

"..................... Yep. Um... did I disturb you?

It is silence that has fallen properly, and only at a time like this is the wind not blowing and the underneath of the decorative trees wrapped in silence.

Much to the unspeakable air, Dia lowered her head with a pepper without knowing what to do in such a case.

Ricardo, who showed me how to think about it, leans his neck to wonder if it was Jill Reid, so he was the prince of the country who rushed out into the picture book, but now he can't look behind him because he accidentally said so.

(...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

If you smile in the face of wanting to groan small, it seems that you can no longer stand the air that didn't even smudge some dust, so then leave a sorry greeting to the sobering point of having a good Clavis, and Ricardo walks away.

There are feelings that you could have said that under the circumstances, but Dia should be wary of the impending footsteps from behind first.

"Dear……… Dear Dia"

"........................ Yes............. oh, mr. dilvier, chi, it's close!!

When he was called by name, looking back, Dilvier stood in a place that seemed to clash with a retrospective momentum.

Dia, who hastily leaves, is somehow held in captivity by a grasp of a mark and arm.

"I feel like I was hearing something, some misinformation, from the king. Wasn't it that incapacitated... the first prince of this country that you've thought of since you were a child? ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Did I, Mr. Ricardo?

"Yes. That's what the king said. Even if the engagement is broken, he seems to be unnecessarily mindful of that human being."

"Uh,............... I don't even know where Noine made such a perception in the first place, but Master Ricardo and my engagement was more like a contract that just held up a pawn named me, and even for me, I had a guardian in a royal palace with no stopover. Sure, I don't feel like I really hate her when I see her like this, but it's just a return to the kindness she's given me as a cousin."

Asked too truthfully and hounded by a sense of crisis, Dia told the truth.

After I talked to him, I was just a little glitchy thinking about what Dilvier would have done on that side, but there's no way he, the fairy, would be a First Prince spy who hates the subject of that hand.

I don't know why, but I forgive this fairy.

Taking that as a thought, he remembered that the fairy's qualities were erosion.

"……… So who is the prince that you've been obsessed with since you were a child?

"Well, that, it's going to be a little personal and delicate maiden mind-patterned issue, so let me withhold your response"

"Now please abandon such shame. So, who is it?

"Grungy. Why come so Grungy without taking into account the mood of a maiden who is slightly more hurtful......"

"You told me earlier that you were a prince coming out of a picture book...................... but didn't you once tell Lord Noyne himself crying that he was supposed to marry a prince but no longer fulfilled it? If so, it would be reasonable to assume that it is a real person"

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

Dia was stunned when she pointed out that she didn't remember anything at all.

Put Ricardo's mistake aside. Exactly. I never said that to Noyne.

Rather than, it's just odd to say that to him in the characters role.

"Well, let me hear more about that story!! It's a refreshingly unremembered event, and a lot of misunderstandings!!

".......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Surely it was written about the king of the kingdom of the night, which was in the house of the family of Girasfi?

"........................ Mmmm, mugg. At that time, Mr. Dirvier wasn't in your room, so why do you know..."

"I'm here. To be precise, he didn't show up on this side, so we looked at him from our side when he was back to back."

Dia shuddered in fear at Dilvier for saying that lightly.

I don't know what it's like to be an outsider, but humans are creatures that I find very scary when they peek at me from the shadows.

But Dilvier, who was watching a person sifting into too much fear, smiles at me when I loosen his fluffy expression as to whether this tiny maiden has been pitied.

(Ah, ……………)

Even though I can't see the feathers, is it strange to say that there are feathers?

If there is a fairy feather on his back, he spreads it and shakes his hair fluttering as if to correct his posture loosely, and Dilvier stares at Dia as he shivers.

"Dear Dia, can you answer my question?

"....................................................................................................................................................................."

"Oh. Now, in exchange for that answer, let me answer one question from you too. I don't care about the antidote to Snow Daffodils, or how Noyne injured his arm. Or shall I serve you something special for dinner this evening?

"De, dessert....................."

Here, seeing a foolish human blinking, the beautiful fairy deepened her glossy smile as if it were annoying.

"Let's do this, then. I will answer Dear Dia's question and have a special dessert for dinner."

"YES!.............................. MUG?!

"Oh, that's a good reply. So be it."

Dia, who almost instinctively nodded in the form of words betraying her heart, glanced at what had happened.

Answering Dilvier's question here doesn't make Dia any good.

Ning Lo, they know that they still love people who are trying to kill themselves in their spare time, and how they only weaken their position.

But the other guy was a fairy that Dia couldn't have imagined, and Dia was just a human being.

"Dear Dia, who was the prince you were supposed to be?

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

"It's a bad time for forebears. Let me tell you what you'll see when you break your promise to the fairy?

"Your children will eat you from the inside..................?

"No. That's a measure to empty the inside of the prey, isn't it? Whoever breaks his promise to the fairy will tear it apart and keep every shard alive, pack it in a small box and pull it back in the fairy carriage."

"........................ I don't yakuza"

"Alternatively, it can make its body a gemstone apple seedling bed, take about a hundred years to slow down, and continue to twitch and tear with the roots of fairy apple seedlings."

"I'm going to do it again."

"Good."

Understanding that there was someone here who should never be defied, Dia was filled with frustration and desire to shake herself with both hands in the past who seemed to have grabbed such a fairy feather.

And I have to confess that I didn't want anyone to know the least.

"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. When I was a little girl, my parents took me dancing with me at the king's castle at night when I was a prince."

"…………… to the extent that it becomes"

To Dia, who confessed to it, Dilvier somehow held his head.

It's just time for Babel Claire's Mass.

The courtyard of the royal palace may pass by the knights of the guard, the officials working in the royal palace, or other royalty.

Dia made it clear that she wouldn't be suspicious to be with someone who had been in this condition, but fortunately Dilvier got back on her feet before anyone could get by.

"... just in case, why did you think he was a prince?

"Your father taught me that you are a relative of those who are on the throne. I thought you might be a prince in appearance, but you weren't............?

"Master Noyne is the brother of the Spirit King of the Midnight Seat."

"... not a prince?

"Yeah. The people in the ranks with what governs don't have the very existence of a child to inherit the throne. It is decided beforehand in this world to preside over, and those who are only commensurate with that number will be derived when they are deemed necessary. Mostly the demons take on that role, but some spirits have a genealogy that does the same, as do the genealogy of Noyne-like nights and.................. if you are a resident of this country, you know, but so do the spirits of death"

(…………… such)

If Noyne herself had been told the story of the prince by Dia, from Noyne, she would have suddenly sued him for wanting to marry the prince without a priori, and would have had to be flabbergasted as to what he was talking about.

Also, if you've heard such remarks since you came to this royal palace, you can't help but be mistaken for Ricardo's unparalleled obsession.

"But I also feel like someone was turning to Noyne and saying words like he is a midnight child......"

"Oh, you do have that expression. The idea is that the genealogists of the night are only the children of the king of the midnight throne."

"……… what a confusion"

but once again Dia was in the unspeakable air.

He didn't point out the mistake, so did his father think that the spirit that Dia fell in love with was a prince?

Or did you think Dia was calling someone she loved a prince because of her childish admiration?

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ He's misunderstood, too."

"Yes, no. You won't be scared to find out that humans enough to give you something poisonous are still dragging their promises from such a small age. Please don't tell Noyne."

"... poison?

"Or should I say curse or obstacle? In the Spirit's society, I do not know how to call it an act................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"………… What kind of behavior do you think?

"This is something I've noticed lately, isn't it not good as a human being for the Spirit to behave like a cook?............................................................................................................................................................................................."

Here again, Dilvier got his head.

On the contrary, this time she squatted on the snowy ground with her knees in her arms, making it clear once again that someone might not be able to see the situation.

Eventually Dilvier slowly raised his face with very dark eyes.

"So you come to remember that you were proposed to him at the Midnight Seat Ball?

"..................... is that the word that if you become my bride, I will feed you a treat every day? Then it must be the word I whispered to the prank to please my little one. I just couldn't decide if that was a real proposal then."

"In every word, magic dwells. If you're human, you don't have to know, and you can't propose that we're not serious."

No, that's exactly what they said, and Dia shook her head silently to the side.

"Think carefully...................... I was six then. And Noyne was a fine, lovely man, so you can't be serious about that."

"..................... Oh man makes suspicion even of such things. From that one, it's still the same at any age, such as human age. Human growth and other blinking things for us. Especially when it comes to the Spirit, it's not uncommon to ask for marriage on the spot, even if the person is a baby, if you find something to keep in mind."

"..........................................................................."

"Dear Dear?

Dia's mind still hadn't worked well on how to take Dilvier's words.

But when an honest person almost divulged his honest thoughts, I had to shake my head in a hurry because the fairy who was looking at this one smiles.

(That word was a real proposal..................?

If you seriously proposed to a six-year-old, nothing but war.

At best, how much more heart-friendly would have been the truth then that I was still dusting myself into thinking I was a cute kid.

Even if six-year-old Dia was in love with Noyne, or Dia fell in love with him again, the fact was shocking to Dia now that she was of a distinct age, no matter what the difference in pedigree was.

"It should be noted that humans are alert to the diet behaved by the Spirit because the act of eating a given meal is................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... There are not many spirits who obsess unilaterally and get what they want in a deceitful way."

"........................ ho. Now, obviously, I heard the word" propose. "

I just thought in my heart what a horrible creature he was, and Dia sifted.

(But if the words were real propositions then, why is Noyne trying to relax and enjoy this stage until I die............?

That's what I thought, and Dia got annoyed.

It's what my father told me so many times, and isn't that what young Dia thought?

He thinks that the man who made the promise changed his heart to a prince of his own.

Besides, it seems that the proclamation was made after calling His Royal Highness the King and Brother of the Spirit of the Throne of the Night.

(That's right...................... how many people in the world would kill even if they had affection. How many of the fairytales will not allow the promised rebellion because they love them and will kill them)

The unbelievers will never forgive those who break their covenant.

And the revenge of the Spirit is the most brutal and terrifying thing.