The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

The morning of Ibmeria is a special time.

The family exchanges gifts for each and talks about gifts.

Beautiful decorative trees were erected in the houses, and the smell of incense furnace smoke burning at the entrance of churches and large buildings, and the unique sweet aromas of apples and spices used for Ibmerian treats, were unparalleled plumpness.

In Fursital, I have a custom of taking only a grain of red fruit from a leash I put on the door, putting it in a glass of red wine and leaving it by the window, but no one in Dia's room this year will do that for me.

Instead, Dilvier, who flaunted that there was no point in hearing such a custom, brewed a delicious cup of tea like Dia's first.

(…………… delicious!

The tea she drank for the first time had a relaxed sweetness and rich aroma, and Dia threw away the lady's demeanor and stuffed her toes.

The thin, foggy, crawling garden was so beautiful that she wanted to exhale the sighs that it was snowing, Dia looked down the window and glanced at it.

At the back you can only see a little bit of the top part of the decorative tree, and the door leading to the queen's garden at the back has a lovely leash on it.

If it's true, Dia, who can't make it to Ibmeria's Mass, could have seen this beautiful scene forever.

And yet, more importantly, at this hour, Dia's room will have guests.

"I was surprised there would be a visit at such a time. Is it a gift from Ibmeria?"

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If Dia said so, Dilvier looked somewhere complicated.

He said he was going to talk to Noine last night, but did the misunderstanding solve any changes?

Noyne, the king, seems to be busy at some point because of this time of year, and Dia hasn't seen the spirit of the throne that night since she talked to Dilvier under that decorative tree.

(………… but even if there was a mistake, it doesn't make a difference that I broke my promise. They are different creatures from humans, and you should think that their anger is different from ours. Even as we read fairy tales, the Spirit is not so easily a creature that forgives humans........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

If Dia hadn't called him in that stormy night and been able to attend the ball the following year.

Then I wonder what future the two of us had.

Given that, my chest is about to be torn apart, but it wasn't only today that I felt this sharp pain tightening my chest in the last thirteen years that I've lived with the dismay that I damaged my future with my own hands more than I did with my ex.

(... it's been a long way since that prom day)

Pussy and painful chest not to walk, everywhere, everywhere.

Is there still a sticky blood shoe trail on the road that Dia walked up to today, just like that night?

(Um, stormy night..................)

The wind blew away at all, and strong rain slammed the window.

It reminds me of my father's smile when the branches of wood-incense roses that convey the walls of the mansion rubbed the vitreous and were pitiful to cut the splendidly grown branches.

Behind my ears lies the voice of a mother who is killed and sobs her father, and the heavy sword of the knights, the dull sound of the beloved being made to shrug.

Screaming, screaming, crying.

Dressed by the wind shaking the windows, Dia had managed to escape into the shadows by falling in still warm blood and moving her hands and feet still wet in the blood.

It was fortunate that the knight, whose blood had been drawn from his forehead, but who did not think that the servant's child, who had been slapped with a large sword, was alive, had left the scene.

However, Dia, who had been lost for a while after rolling around getting beaten up, was finally able to walk.

Why swallowed a rough breath and gave up a future that was glittering like a chandelier in the royal palace of that ball, and Dia asked the prince of the land of the night for help.

How many awkward words I would have exhausted to call him who didn't know his name.

Still, I had to call that person here at all costs.

(In time, in time, in time…………)

Dia kept calling the person as she whispered, in despair that seemed to catch her breath, and in our home where the tragedy ensued, she was shaking herself in hiding.

I wanted to marry the prince of my favorite night country.

But Dia wanted her favorite family to live more than her own tiny dreams like that.

You don't have to see that prince again, you don't have to be killed by an angry prince, so I wanted you to do something to help all of Dia's family, only one at a time in the world.

Blurring and tears overflow and exhaling is hot.

My body is going to shake and hit the wall of a hidden bookcase because of the impact of a hard blow to my head.

It was my scratchy brother who found Dia wandering off into this room.

The body had already been severely damaged, and it seemed like it was like a moving person, but he pushed his last sister in here and smiled to reassure her.

Wipe the traces of blood left in the bookcase with a leaning body, and Dia's brother flutters away from it.

To keep Dia alive, he managed to divert the attention of the knights from the bookcase, even though he must no longer be blind, holding something in his hand and headed towards the knight who was nearby.

I don't know.

Dia shudders her little body to the sound of her heart freezing when something heavy falls to the floor.

Still, until I managed to hide myself and call someone who might help my family, I thought I had to survive.

But by the time Dia was able to choose the words that would gradually reach him, the family Dia wanted to protect had not survived as one.

'........................ sorry. Dia, with the Prince……………'

Unexpectedly my words came back that day, and Dia bit her back teeth all the way.

Oh, well, I softly touch that stormy night encounter I remembered as I tried to apologize to Noin.

Dia wanted to apologize to him.

I was supposed to marry the prince, and he wanted me to help his family and he said he was sorry he called.

So please, I don't care what happens to me, I need you to help my family.

But if I knew it was all too late and realized I was alone, the words ahead couldn't go on well.

Possy and, another step, Dia moves on.

Life in the royal palace was blessed enough to clap out, but only one wand of Dia, thrust by Noyne and taken to the royal palace, was all about revenge.

Until you survive and wisdom and make your body bigger.

Whatever means you can use to destroy them in some way.

Long before she was poisoned with snow daffodils, Dia decided never to forgive the people who took her family.

(............... so I first thought I'd be the First Princess. I wanted to get the power to undermine something big with that position and authority. But after a while, I thought that the people of this country would really make me a princess or something, and I thought I should get out of the royal palace first...)

That said, I think these royal palace people until they were poisoned were sweet to young Dia and sweet enough to be confused.

Some of the children who could not understand political reasons, thoughts, etc. may wish that their serenity had washed away hate and other things.

He told me to stop taking revenge and stuff.

But Dia was six that day.

For a six-year-old, most of the world was occupied by his family, and it was taken from him unharmed in front of him.

Dia, who started where it was the only way, ended up nowhere, knowing how stupid this revenge was, but also not so noble a person that he could abandon the hatred that had been taken of love.

As would be the case with anyone else, Dia could not afford to walk blindfolded, washing her hatred so that the vast majority of them could take the options that they should.

(Truth is, I'd like to reach out to Noin, who I see again. I would also like to tell you that I fell in love with the prince that night............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

But once a child who has already broken his promise has done so, this time he will not forgive Dia.

If the people of Fursital, cursed for wanting something unworthy, make the same mistake again, Dia could be killed before this revenge is achieved.

(So all I have to do is reach out to Noyne after I'm dead and this revenge is all done)

It is only when she dies without worry that Dia can fulfill her wishes as much as she likes.

For this reason, we are desperately and desperately trying to keep the noise in the spot while following the images of revenge that have accumulated with this one.

"Dia, you're going to be happy."

The voice of his brother, who muttered so, was already like wheezing.

The family, who was Dia's treasure with only one in the world, would never want such revenge or anything else.

Yeah, still, 'cause the family you love in your memory always smiles happily ever after.

As long as that memory remains intact, as long as the fact remains that Dia couldn't help her family that night, Dia still can't go anywhere.

I couldn't forgive those who took away my family, those who smashed Dia's wishes.

Beyond the window, it snows furiously.

Let the curtains be lowered with clean whiteness, so that the stupid hatred of tiny humans can also be covered up and hidden.

(..................... it's Ibmerian morning)

Seeing it this way, the world was still beautiful.

So cruel, why not? Lovely, Dia loved this country so much that she wouldn't just love herself to the end.

Even though I wanted so much vengeance, I still continued to love the people who lived hiccups in this beautiful, closed country somewhere.

Maybe it's because of this body that Noine kept misunderstanding.

"Mr. Dilvier?

"Please lower this tea first................ Looks like you're here. It's an informal visit, so they say the liturgical ones will be simplified. You two will talk, and I and the knights of the escort will be kept out of the room."

"..................... well. You're still careless."

"Oh, I thought I was proud."

Nodding small to Dilvier's chilling voice, Dia is relieved that he still thinks so as well as Noyne.

It's always been strange.

(The people of this royal palace are not wary of putting me on their side that way...)

It was Ricardo, who had often met alone since becoming a fiancée, the king who had put me on my lap to read a picture book, and the queen who would thus visit Dia's room defenselessly.

They don't always think that Dia, who was murdered by them, will hate them.

In order to keep the country alive, they are so prepared to kill the family of the Duke of Girasfi and all the servants who were in his mansion.

Even if Dia thinks she can't possibly find out the truth about that day, having that concern would change her response a little bit.

Yet they've come this far, completely unawary.

(Even though you have treated me as Ricardo's fiancée until you took in the Girasfi, there is a deserving distance between royalty and subordinate...)

It was a shock when I realized that there was really nothing to worry about because it was beyond defenseless.

Do you believe that children who have mercifully taken care of them will love themselves even if they kill their families?

Is that what you think Dia is for them and that the family for Dia is to that extent?

Dia sighed a small sigh on her chest, which hurt so badly.

(But I'm glad I wasn't alone at a time like this......)

Without Dilvier, I wonder how Dia would have been in this festive morning.

I wonder what thoughts you were in this room on that last morning of your favorite Ibmeria.

"I'm here"

The hallways of the Royal Palace, with high ceilings and wide ceilings, are cold.

But sometimes it was the Queen's visit, and Dia had to open the door to the room and wait.

Eventually, if you see a line of queens headed this way across the hallway, get dressed in a garment without gaps, bow your head deeply and wait for that visit.

The time to wait for a relaxing walk was as long as a broken hip, but until now Dia had only been exempt, and it is the statute of his minister to give thanks in this way.

"Well, Dia. You don't have to be so afraid, do you? Even if you lose your engagement to that girl, you're our family. And Marietta's with me today. At Mass after this, we're going to Ibmerian morning Mass together."

With his face up, smiling and responding to the words, the blood in his body seems to fall at his feet sarcastically.

The beautiful queen smiling like a smile and a flower is as flamboyant as nothing but sadness.

Dia bounced out of the circle still had that happy smile.

"Dear Dear Diarrash, I hope this is not an inconvenience for you to disturb me at such a time"

"No, not at all. If it was meant to be, I should have asked you about this building. Thank you for visiting this building."

"Well, that's okay. That's right. They're making a scene in preparation for the ball, and we're just stopping by on the way to Mass. Because I was woken up on Ibmerian morning, there's no way you'd bother walking far on top of that. I'm sorry, Dia. Today, this is the only time I've had."

To the queen who smiled like a girl, is Dia smiling well?

Unlike Dia, who has nothing more to do, the royal family and their loved ones are busy celebrating.

Face Mass at the church in the morning, noon and evening, and each dining seat becomes busier than usual.

We need to hear our servants read cards from people who can't count, receive gifts like mountains, and exchange gifts with people close to us.

(how happy, unfair, how come what you guys still have is not in my hands................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It cracks, sharpens, and clears in my heart.

The folded and colorless surface became infinitely clearer, and the pasted smile began to move naturally from time to time.

The queen said she came to see Dia's face before Mass.

I don't have a gift or anything, and I don't even touch on that topic.

I think the Queen, who talks about Luncheon on Clavis Day, about Ricardo's costume choices that discourage formal engagement announcements and revelations, and all that family time is funny and crazy, is such a cute woman if only she stood on the same side.

Face it this way, after all, its thinness was not malice, nor was its flair.

That Dia for her is no longer her son's fiancée, she just returned from her family to her subordinate.

Perhaps the mercy of knowing that he will be killed tomorrow was his labor on this visit.

".................. hehe. Yes, it is! He didn't ask me if the green stone suited him, but he was right."

"The king can't help but love the queen. I want to be a woman who's taken care of like that."

"Oh, Marietta's fine. That's what anyone would say if they looked at that Ricardo happy face. Hey, Dia."

The Queen and the Marquis were beautiful.

While looking at the two sweet, pathetic, happy and confident people from across the shore, and oh these people are not afraid of themselves, Dia also respected the sheer strength of those two.

Maybe what they want and where they are isn't wrong, and it's legitimate to be filled in that way.

That's how the stretchy, glowing beauty made Dia feel miserable on top of this, as if she were going to let her spine stretch out and let her know you were a monster.

"Well, this is already the time. Marietta, is it time to go? Dia, I'd like to have more chat, but I'm sorry this is the only way I can be with you."

"No, I feel kind of luxurious to be able to meet the queen and Marietta in her outfit on Ibmerian morning. Thank you for stopping by."

"Hehe, I'd be happy to hear you say that............................ Oh, Marietta?

"My queen, may I have a word with Dealers for just a moment? If you take your time walking to church, we'll catch up with you soon."

"Oh,......... yeah. Although I don't mind."

The joy of finally getting you home is vain, and the new fiancée seems to want to talk to Dia.

There is no way that Dia would want to step on the group with a smile on her face, without having a feeling that she can base her relationship on each other.

I still wanted to drink Dilvier's delicious tea.

Because of this, Ibmerian morning's clean lighted garden had also already begun to change shades with a change of light before enjoying a little more viewing through the window.

I can't stand why that's happening, rather than getting pushed around the outside of the wheel and crushed.

Carefully and carefully folding the heartless sadness and remorse into her heart, Dia just shudders that it's time to run out of room space to just shove something nasty into her.

Hiding that fear, Dia turns to Marietta, who stays in the room.

"Dear Dearlash, this is the first time we've talked alone."

Dropping off the queen who left the room alone like she was just a little confused, Marietta slowly looks back at this one.

The future queen's escort was the knight who had always accompanied Ricardo when he came to this room.

The knight, who was told they wanted to talk alone, would wait outside the door, and Dilvier, who had earlier been forgiven and refrained from doing so on the wall of the room, also lowered to the next room.

Slowly looking back at this one, the Marquis has silver hair like a misty rain on a calm day, and her pale green eyes are so glossy and beautiful.

Dia watched this woman with a smile and a sharp tongue all the way before she became Ricardo's fiancée.

"Yes. You've never had a chance to talk to me like this before..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Heh, Ricardo still talks about you like a sister who can't leave you alone. Dear Diarrash, you are such a solid person."

"I'm sure the height difference when we first met was too shocking. Now that I grew up so fine, I don't know, maybe it's like a child forever for that one."

Still peeking into Dia's eyes, Marietta seemed to smile pale.

Rain-wet, fresh green leaf color eyes belong to those who know lively joy, as if they were different from Dia's blurry, pale blue-purple eyes.

(..................... oh?

Fu, that's what makes me think that strange discomfort in Dia.

But surely, Dia had those colored eyes.

It's the color of my eyes.

It couldn't have been any other color.

"That's what you believe so much, I've always thought Dealersh was in love with Ricardo."

"You don't think so now, do you?"

"..................... Yep. You were, after all, not the one pointing thoughts like mine at Master Ricardo. Damn, that one's in trouble, too. I can't believe I'm totally up for a smile from the lovely Dearlash lady and assume I'm being thought of as a man."

Smiling like a shudder, Marietta's eyes caught a glimpse of so much affection that she was likely to be swept up with both hands.

Even Dia seems to be a man who gives love at all costs, as much as she thinks that someone loved by such a woman would be happy, a warrant with beautiful lashes lifted to come.

The winter dress-like solid velvety dress is a pale, wrinkly lemon colour, so that the embroidery of the winter rose, applied with yarn of the same colour as the eyes, hints at the glowing delights of this woman from now on.

Now that it's both elegant and classy, the tailor who made this dress is probably a sawdust.

And here, Marietta glanced softly.

"Dear................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear I have no regrets. I'm honored to have identified you and to be able to talk to you like this. I will never forget that you understand it and swallow it."

(........................ Ah,)

What the word means.

There is only one answer to that.

"Dear Marietta, You have your happiness, and I think that's what you deserve to stand alongside Your Highness...................... I don't want you to regret it. However, I would have liked to have talked to you about a lot more things if I had done something else."

"I will destroy your future."

To the adorable yellow eyed maid who told him so clearly, Dia thought that whatever way she understood it, Marietta understood that Dia would soon be killed.

Then you look this straight in the eye, so she is still the one who deserves the companionship of the First Prince.

"……… may…"

"I understood that and I still wanted Ricardo. With my precious childhood, I wanted to free just one loved one from the shackles of an evil custom called you. ………… If I may say so without fear of misunderstandings, that is what I think."

"Does that refer to… being derived from the old formation of this country?

"Yep. Something heavy and sad that has been shaped in ancient times. For this reason the people of our country have been in distress and hungry looking at the abundant forests. No matter how good you are, there are thorns that destroy your country."

"I'm still Girasfi's daughter, so I can't agree with you. But... I don't care, you don't have to be honest or anything more. Dear Marietta, I can't change what I am. So if you say something that you're impressed with and you snort at, you're in trouble."

If Dia said so, Marietta glanced at him, and when he had an eye that seemed to cry out like trouble, he immediately erased it and snorted firmly.

"..................... I wanted to thank and apologize to you. But this was my best to satisfy myself. Dear Dear Dealers, please forgive me for running such a miserable thing.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. This country will be richer from now on. Hidden in the deep woods, the sun will also be shining in places that were not lit. I promise you that I will support Your Highness for the past thirteen years."

Already, Marietta is superior in position.

Although she is still in the position of fiancée, she is in fact the woman who has decided to become the First Princess.

In response to the fact that it was a re-engagement after a long period of engagement with Dia, the two engagement periods were set at the shortest, and the First Prince of Fursital and the Marquis Marietta were due to marry six months later.

But such a marquis is now breaking her hips and bowing her head deeply to Dia.

If that was Marietta's bullying, Dia had no choice but to accept it quietly.

Still, Marietta makes it good that Dia gets killed, and Dia never gives up family revenge.

In such reciprocal readiness, this is how we just had time to face each other.

Marietta's smile didn't shake any more when she looked up.

Whatever's on her mind, Dia's case is over in her.

So Dia, too, now returns to thank his subordinates and drops off the fiancée of the First Prince as he leaves the room.

"Oh boy, are you home at last"

"What kind of tea is this?

"It's tea with night dew and night mist. You'll be tired, put in some rose jam."

"Well! The rose jam is glittering.................."

"Yes. It contains the Shizuku of the night. It would be nice to have something from the genealogy at night to calm the mood."

"........................ Yes. Thank you very much."

Dilvier opened the window a little and let me take the curtain down well and watch the snowy festival garden so that Dia could not be seen from the outside.

Strangely enough, the windows are open, but the cold air does not enter, and the snow falling hard is the beauty of the story, which calms the heart that was tucked away.

"Is this jam from your fairy country?

"No, it's handmade by Noyne."

"........................ jam me"

"Yeah, you're the one who gets caught up in that."

"..................... are you still trying to curse me firmly?

"That's not what happened. But the explanation will come from you................... I hope as soon as possible and ready for then,............ this is a land of redemption called Farsital, which now also remains magically dangerous. Please wait a little longer."

Dia had a breakfast prepared by the fairy and spent the festive morning quietly.

I didn't have a single gift, but if I had tea with magical jams and a beautiful fairy servant, maybe I could say I could have gotten the upper Ibmeria back.