The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

It was at the bottom of a very dark night, and no star genealogical glow or anything else reached the bottom of the magic woven using only the night.

It may have been the wind that kept the door open that made the noise all the time.

It is the door that is open as it stands, because it is not a shadow painting that shows what this place once was, but someone who lays it aside and leaves it open.

Three men gather for a large night crystalline round table in an abandoned royal palace not worthy of a festive night.

There was a large vase in the center of the round table that produced plenty of flowers, but now it was pushed to the edge because it would stand in the way of business negotiations.

Somewhere there was the sound of a gorgon and a bell ringing, but when was that the remnants of the era?

This is a shadow painting of a certain kingdom that was lost a long time ago, preferred for the ease with which good magic can be developed to remain neutral, and is still used in the meeting places of many outsiders.

Reflecting the light of night and throwing bright colors are large stained glass skylights that should have been lost in the war, from which dwelling the muscles of light falling is the witchcraft manifested in stained glass rather than just the shadow of coloured vitreous.

That skylight was thus the shadow text that throws through the light, tying an elaborate sorcery that prevents any one genealogy from protruding and advantageous.

I mean, this is never a favorable place for Noine, no matter how luxurious it is in the night.

That's why we've been stuck here since last night.

"Now, under the magic of this pledge, let us make a formal contract."

I sigh at the magic contract spread over the table to see if I can finally row this far.

This contract crystallizes and thinly sharpens the woven yarn spinning from Snow Yang Flame and Winter Maple, writing it down with gemstone ink hosting the magic of stars and sacrifices as paper.

Since ancient times, this combination has always been used in contracts for trade talks between demons and spirits.

It is also the complexity of this world that, for each genus, there is a material suitable for the contract.

"..................... man. Don't you think it's too easy for the Chamber of Commerce to take too much credit? Farsital's booze is what we need for the Midnight Seat."

"Oh, and when you do, you'll be compensating your neighbors more, won't you? Including our brokerage fee."

"..................... damn, you totally got your feet looked at.......... I don't mind staying like this"

"Well, let's continue"

Sitting across the street from Noyne is a brunette who rules one of the world's largest chambers of commerce: the Axe Chamber of Commerce.

This is a demon who directs desire, in a pitch-black threepiece with straight long hair, rising purple smoke from skinny tobacco.

All those in high places reflect their power in beauty and ugliness, but in this man's case, the black eyes visible behind the silver-edged glasses are dark and terrible, and it is the inexperience over their beauty that is arguably the axis of impression.

I know the name Isaac, but I try not to call that name too much because Noyne is a spirit.

Since each realm is different between demons and spirits, I want to avoid frequent connections even to the magic that resides in my name.

Such a demon of desire is now visiting this place for business talks held up from his excellence in the evening seat.

He was also given several contracts, not irrelevant to his business.

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I think bitterly so, and Noyne thinks of one person who would be spending Ibmerian nights in that room.

It's festive night.

I was going to stay on your side tonight and make you something warm to eat, but I thought it would take me a while since last night.

However, all this negotiation must be completed by today.

There were a number of things Noyne had to do by tomorrow's ball, where one contract and the great sorcery that leads to it will come to fruition.

(I have dilvier on it, so there won't be a problem but......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

But still, the feeling of fullness is still different with this hand in hand.

Dia is now also a contractor with Noyne who has a contract until tomorrow night, and the magic that comes with it hurts.

(Dia........................)

It was a name that showed the upside of a former promise, a child who could not do so even though he tried to kill it if it did not come to his mind, and who in the end had looked to that last choice while loving it and kept giving it sloppy and half-protection.

Beat the table with your fingertips on one of the items that goes on to be written at a price on the statement, watching at all costs the demon of desire to write the pledge.

If you think that all this stuff is a consideration to pay for just one human being, I guess that human being is still something special.

No, that's what it became.

Dia is a child of a family of human squire who attended the Midnight Seat Ball thirteen years ago.

It was a beautiful evening when she dressed herself in a dress for her children and visited the royal palace ball of the midnight throne, which is also the home of all those who nurture the night.

Believing that no one had seen him, the child of the Duke of Girasfi family, cunningly trying to take away the food of the Spirit with his little body, was enjoying a beautiful evening with the joy that was just overflowing with blue eyes, stopping at the appearance of that innocent joy, and Noyne stops.

And, oh, they let me know this kid is.

There are several qualities at night.

It is beauty or solitude, contemplation and fulfilment.

It is destruction, it is fear, it is joy and art.

The Spirits of the Midnight Seat, the highest rank of the night, shared and ruled the other qualities of the night among those below when the king presided over the night itself.

And the child found his joy only in what Noine ruled.

Maybe that's why Noyne chose that human child.

But maybe there's really no reason.

I just find one thing about it, and I just want it from my heart.

Noyne was still in a good mood when he didn't know there was no reason for it, and he didn't know that he was going to pay for his arrogance.

(... I broke that child's life-threatening wish...)

On that stormy night, Noyne was aware that the voiceless whispers were overlapping and trembling, and that someone was trying to call herself all the time.

I was delighted that I wanted this body without even knowing its name, and in that same time that I was just as unpleasant and unresponsive, that man mourned all of that family I loved.

How long after I realized this was that kid's voice?

Ahead of him, who rushed in relief and panic, the child was bleeding out of his head and dying.

I also thought about destroying the humans who vandalize the mansion with anger, but the humans in Fursital, who are not immune to witchcraft, are terribly brittle.

You won't be able to wield your power here and let the needy die for this child.

When he waved his arms and cut out the magic of the throne of time called the Midnight Seat, he stopped the knights from moving and putting them to sleep.

This is the first time I've done this, with my fingertips, I stroke Dia's cheek shaking as she swoops.

She is the precious child that Noyne wanted her partner to be.

The child, crying and about to say something, looked around inside the mansion where Noyne had magically kept him asleep, shaking and blinking his blue eyes quietly.

You will never forget the lack of emotion at that moment.

Something peels off of my heart that used to shine like a bounce, and my blue eyes are filled with unbearable disappointment and despair.

It was also the night I saw the hope of those who were supposed to have mercy die in this arm.

"Dia will marry the prince.... I should have. '

Where I managed to heal that heartbreak, my child, who groaned so sadly, poked me in the void, knowing the meaning of the word and shook me up.

Besides, the man told you he was going to kill you, but she said it was okay.

There was also anger that kept others at heart while responding to this proposal, but Noyne was one of the oldest of the spirits to have been involved with humans.

I was uncomfortable with Dia's eyes, and, uh, remembered that the proposal of the Spirit was difficult to understand from a race called man.

Perhaps this child never thought that was the proposal of one of the kings of the Spirit.

And he fell in love with the human prince in the slightest gap that Noyne was keeping an eye out for.

With that said, Dilvier reminds me that she was invited to the Fursital Royal Ball. When she moans low with her little child in her arms, Dia wets herself in tears like she was on her way.

(On that prom night, I brought her home to show tolerance)

The human being is still a small child, and human children are weakened when they are separated from their parents, he said.

Many spirits did not regard such a pedigree, but it often broke the hearts of their loved ones as a result.

That's why I stood around resourcefully and tried to make this child happy with tolerance.

Trying to respect being human and give her all the happiness she desires because she is herself who knows man well.

That way, I'm sure she won't have to lose that glowing smile from now on.

Asaka, who so wished, was the luxury of Noin, who had found the one to gradually choose from long before long.

Apart from the reason, there are also circumstances where Dia's magic range of motion was too low.

Slowly feed me a meal I've made with this hand, and if I don't take the time to rebuild that body, it's about a month at best for this child to stay in the Land of the Spirit.

Giving the Spirit's Ring is fine after that.

That said, I gave it back to the human country first, waiting for my body to grow up a little more under the asylum of my family, and I let go of that hand thinking I should slowly replace it.

(But I don't know about that)

How long have you been turning your back on that call, even though you knew someone was calling you?

It was also an intolerable humiliation and regret for Noyne, one of the kings, to realize that she had not informed that little child of her name, and that is why she had mourned those she loved.

This child would have died in the first blow without the protection he had left thin and thin so as not to strain the body with the lower range of motion.

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Does it even lose the heart of every tiny human being because of that kind of appearance?

"... have you ever heard of it?"

Still, I see a little kid groaning and crying like that without being able to abandon his greed.

Unlike that of a human child of this age, a crackling sob would be the very sound of a broken heart without even noticing the person.

I felt my chest crumble as the health of those I loved broke and collapsed, and I couldn't take it back.

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The night was also a place for many humans to die, so it was quick for Noyne to understand that.

And it came to pass, when there was a wretched kingdom called Pharsital here, that many of them were weary with the same eyes, and died suddenly.

Will I have to keep an eye on the only thing I finally found that will die?

At least try to keep it on hand until you die, but at this child's low range of motion, it won't even come true unless you take the time.

What if it is?

(If so, what can I do to her)

How can we connect the lives of our beloved?

We considered several of its possibilities and measures, but all that was left was the most unpleasant possibility.

"..................... if that's really what you want, you should go to the royal palace"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...?

"..................... I'll keep the place ready. Go to the royal palace,...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

First, call Dilvier, who is good at erosion magic, and make the knights rewrite some of their consciousness and memory.

When I ordered the chief of the Knights, who was in charge of the scene, to keep Dia and carry him like a national treasure, he whined in his heart and let go of the hand he was touching, asking the sleeping little child to try and scratch him at best.

By the time Dia wakes up in the royal palace, the king and queens and princes who have been whispered by the fairies will think she should be the fiancée of the prince of this country.

She laid down her magic to give her the prince she wanted, so Dia should have put what she wanted right in her hands.

(………… yes. Let them survive)

No matter how high the Spirit, even the universe that reigns over this world, can bring a dead man back to life.

Nor will those killed by the knights blessed by the Church return to earth on the day of the dead.

If you think this kid won't do one more thing he wished for, you can only do as much as make that last wish come true for Noyne.

The Spirit does not love that which betrays Himself, neither does he love that which does not choose Himself.

It was not about the noin individual, but about the unalterable qualities of the Spirit itself.

That's why if I were to give her to the prince of man, I would one day lose this heart that I gradually gained.

Few high-ranking spirits get a mate, and I hear that not many spirits who lose their opponents once found survive without killing them.

Instead of redemption, I let go of this child, which also meant letting go of the only one I had finally found for good, and accepting my own detriment that would result from it.

"I will give your bride to the prince of man, etc……. Not to mention this kid must have broken his promise to you in just a few months. I wish I had surrounded myself, trying to cry and hate you. What if you feel unwell?"

"I'm not giving it to you completely. Keep your mind alive... if this child can survive, then... right. We'll come back one day and make good on that night's promise."

With all due respect, I thought I'd never see you again.

Human life is about blinking time for the Spirit.

If you say this, Dilvier will be deluded for a while, and if you turn away just a little, you will easily pass by such a human life and so on.

As consideration for the unbroken desire, it was the last thing to do to strip off this obsession and miss it.

So please, survive.

I'll give you anything you need to do that.

So please, don't let that despair devour you to rot from your heart and restore the joy of living.

That was how Noin cut off his thoughts on the only one he was supposed to love that day, and would eventually kill her, handing them to the arms of the one she sought.

"Here, then, a contract has been signed under intermediary approval by the Axe Chamber of Commerce, so that the future Fursital will be the ruling place of His Royal Highness the King of the Midnight Seat, including the people who will live there"

"Oh.... hey what is this tax"

"This will be a miscellaneous expense for quality control work on alcohol"

"Setting unit prices is quite expensive, but is it a factor to be farsital?

"Yep. Normal tools are not available, so we will use tools that do not use a lot of magic. Please note that if there is a place where the magic of the land will be restored after the transition to your governing land, we will propose a change of operation."

"Then set me a review every ten years. And don't count this work fee as an estimate to me. I am not the one who will destroy the people of this country. I'm sure it's a supplement to your treatment."

If he said so and turned his gaze to the spirit of death sitting next to him, Tsuenu nodded small, though he had slightly frowned.

With grey eyes in silver-mixed gray hair, this spirit of death has been walking around the outer periphery of the forest for hundreds of years, so I guess it's enough to kill all the fursital humans, not once.

"If it's about that much payment, it's fine. If the people of the Royal Palace are going to entrust it to me, I don't mind taking the royalties..."

"Well, it's the royal family that's so close to the magician's direct line."

"The children of that man are foolish enough to kill those of Zirasfi as well. The only thing I allowed was the descendants of Girasfi's daughter, but that just leaves the other one too......"

"With the commandments of the past not being taken over and interrupted, it is in the human world to lose much, isn't it? During this contract, we sent investigators to look into things, but it seems to be the magician who was allowed to pay for the night king and create a country."

To the words, I accidentally look at Tsuenu, who sat next to me.

"..................... oh, that's a strange story. I didn't mean to negotiate with that human being."

"Naturally. If you had forgiven that man, I would not have allowed humans here to make a nation."

"In the first place, you would have torn him apart and killed him, without ever stepping on this land."

"Oh, can I forgive that man who asked my beloved to marry me, even though he got a wife, without killing him with this hand?"

More so, the foolish sorcerer, who proposed to his wife belligerent but contemplative of the Spirit of Death, was cursed and torn apart every inch of the day.

It is disastrous that this Tsuenu was the Spirit of Death, the guide to the kingdom of the dead, whose soul cannot even go to the kingdom of the dead, and is still in the never-ending burden.

The Spirit of Death, who has been insulted by his beloved, is not tolerant enough to live and miss the person who made it, and there is no more room for appearance in the story that leads to Fursital than it is.

It was the leftover relatives of the sorcerer who drove the country into this land.

This Tsuenu couldn't fit in just killing the sorcerer himself, and drove all of his human family to this land.

It was a good annoyance as a convoluted noin, and the humans who got into my reign wanted to get rid of it early, but there's only one reason I couldn't.

It's Colhem.

The clan driven by Fursital had the right to make an intensely strong liquor of what tasted good, in a human country now doomed, Lochmaria, where it is common to faint if you drink it.

But there are surprisingly many enthusiasts of various genus in that liquor named Colhem, and only one family is allowed to make it.

(The people of Fursital are not the only ones who can make Colhem, but it was still painful to lose the human maker to secure enough to distribute it...)

The evening genealogy has a strong gastronomic preference as a colour for the evening.

Among them, Noyne is the one who conducts food and pleasure.

It was also detrimental to my way of being that I would lose the one lineage that raised all that well-known liquor.

(Colhem is too blessed with alcohol. Neither the Fur Sital's nor the Zao's, which is the source of it, I don't drink it myself either..........................................)

I almost thought of it that way, and I remembered the day when I was reunited with a man who mixed spices with strong liquor that even such a king of food and pleasure was tired of, and more importantly, threw them on his face.

Still, my fingertips tremble at so much misery when I touch the memory of that moment, but if I'm the inferior, I took something terrible in the face that wouldn't be strange to lose my life, so I can't help it.

(But how dare you put that on an outsider because you couldn't have been killed...)

If you ask what it's for, Dia says it's for revenge.

Though, the flatulence of a thin human being who had never chosen to noin was lost and fascinated by the brilliance of a blue-white and brilliant soul like a polished thin knife.

It was ten years after that stormy night that I found out someone had threatened that child's life.

Funny thing is, the amount of time that should have flowed through the blink was unusually long, and Noyne seemed to be counting the decade.

I perceived the anomaly and gradually was reminded that I had not regained the protection I had placed on her, but on the contrary kept my ears clear and my eyes gazed, and I kept looking back to see if there was any change.

From the rare fursital of sorcery, there was not enough connection to immediately detect the anomaly, but time was set aside for Dia's guardian to inform him of the weak anomaly.

In the royal palace of Pharsital, which I visited so far, I was beginning to belittle Dia as if the humans had woken up from their dreams, how much the fairy curse that had been granted a heart far from magic.

In the unlikely event that she sees anything strange and leaves the room, breaking the knight who was ordered to crush her leg so she wouldn't escape, well, that day I was wondering what I would do.

I was stunned that I hadn't broken my obsession, and I thought I'd put it at hand for the first time.

If I started the first erosion by feeding the Spirit's diet, my chest would somehow suffer from the appearance of Dia, who devours it as if he had been fed food for the first time.

(Few human beings renege on their promises to the Spirit and do not have to be killed. Whether that's the woman you loved or the child you raised with your own hands, the Spirit is what kills them if it does)

Still, I wonder how this kid can't be happy when he says he missed it.

And why do you plot to attach all the contracts, whether greedy or not, while also showing your willingness to kill this one but extend your escape, if it's going to be an obstacle to revenge?

"Humans are fleshy, greedy creatures."

".................. I guess so. The people of this country have no reason to ask me to save them, but they forget most of the promises they made as a consideration."

"Isn't it that mage's edge-like arrogance? What do humans think of us in the first place? The promises made will be accompanied by witchcraft, and it will be imperative that they take consideration if they are broken. I don't even understand that. Humans die soon."

"Oh, the genealogy of the end of death is more convincing."

In a human country called Farsital, the only person who continued to pay the price of his covenant until the end was Girasfi, who would not otherwise have had to remain on this land.

The promise, known as the trial imposed by Noine, is to come to the annual night club of the throne, to stabilize the quality of the liquor, and to manage the forest.

To those of the Girasfi clan, as long as the covenant is fulfilled without indispensability, they had been given the blessing of being able to regain their original magical range of motion and resistance values only that night of the year, and they were using that blessing to visit the royal palace at midnight.

(When the pledge was broken, Colhem's recipe could be seized once. I killed and kicked people out of this country early...)

But Noyne dared to stay away from this land after Girasfi was solemnly swept away and that promise was broken, so the deal became behind him.

That said, I guess that's why this card ran out when I needed it most.

That's when those humans tried to kill Dia, and that's when the thread of the last covenant that connects Farsital to the land of the night is broken.

Neither the representatives of the Chamber of Commerce here nor the Spirit of Death can stop us from claiming our share when we say that we will take the country from the humans as payment for our accumulated liabilities.

"To think, it was Girasfi, the daughter of the branch, who frowned at the reckless proposal of the chief of the clan and was struck in the cheek by that magician in an attempt to stop it.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"You're the one who freaked out as soon as I told him I was going to accompany him if I didn't forgive one of the Fursital humans. It's been hundreds of years since I've been pulled off a thousand arms..."

"I don't have a choice. If you are Girasfi's daughter, you will receive one of her blessings at the time of your marriage."

"Look, don't ever do this. In the first place, I went out of my way to give you that report because the curse of the end upon the whole fursital thing does a plain good job."

That's right.

The stirring edge of the genealogy of the end is tied to the end, whether it is a blessing or a curse.

They were creatures that would kill even what they loved, and that easily affected even those who could not think of anything.

Even Girasfi, who was the only amnesty granted in the Pharsital, followed the end of the line where they would all be killed as the backbone of causation.

By then, the magic of this genealogy is troublesome.

That's why Noyne needed to do whatever it takes to keep Dia from the cause and effect of the death spirits curse until before the upcoming prom night tomorrow.

If they don't kill Dia, Noyne won't be allowed to take consideration in this way.

No one will say anything if we merely destroy the country as a scourge that touched on contraindications, but we will be closely monitored for the gains we can make more than we can leave alive.

The killing of the last of the sacrificial clans by the humans of that country is necessary as its plain backdrop.

(That's why I muscle that I don't have to die as a result, and I'm not attracted to the causes of the Spirit of Death)

Sorcery is so delicate and difficult as to be cruel, whether it be Noine, the Spirit King of the Midnight throne who governs the night, or even the demons of the universe who preside over all the worlds, cannot disobey its logic.

Even if Tsuenu doesn't want to, the qualities of the journey to the end of his dwelling may order him to die as a voiceless voice.

(That's right. That's why we honor the promise of witchcraft and act in a way that doesn't compromise it even in our own position............. the reason for something called witchcraft is that even when you don't move one fingertip as a person, you're going to fit that ledge)

That is why we obey it with care as the long-lived and high-ranking outsiders who know witchcraft and underestimate it to the ignorant.

For example, it was also the species attribute of the Spirit that did not forgive the human sorcerer whom Tsuenu proposed to his partner, or because if he overlooked it without retaliation, the reason for the sorcery might determine that Tsuenu had tolerated it.

"... okay, it was a misunderstanding! That kid has always wanted you. But you, and those other than you, believed that it was the incompetent prince she admired. That is also my fault that I was at Girasfi's mansion that day, but... as none of us were aware of that little human thought..."

I came to tell him that with a feathered look, remembering what Dilvier looked like, leaving my body on the back of my chair looking up at the skylight in this closed space, exhaling deeply and deeply.

(While I am one of the kings of the night who presides over the night of one pillar, I still can't even grasp the heart of every human being, ………?)

How stupid and miserable, oh, that's why it's still funny.

I decided to give this whole thing to just one human being because I cut up half my guardianship and really thought I could give it all away, after all, that human being was the only thing I decided to do these days.

Reunite and exchange contracts. For a while yet, it was only because you can't let go of the person you identified as your partner, and even if you admit your obsession, it was more expensive to have something close to obsession somewhere.

Noine and the Spirit.

After all, the Spirit is inherently an unforgiving race for those who do not respond to Himself, and if it were to be given to those who do not want Himself, that was about the upper limit.

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Still, I was lucky enough to know that Dia still wanted this body that stormy night, and that she had decided to break her knee and dedicate herself.

"Nevertheless, the King of Night Foods is also a majestic thing. I didn't know they would buy this country for a gift to the bride."

"This is my compensation for him. And I'm sick and tired of being left with ambiguous things like country. Humans are greedy but delicate creatures at the same time. He won't regret destroying his country, but he's not gonna leave room for what if."

That's when I whined and tried to get up.

Unexpectedly, the wind without temperature will shake, and the spirits of death next door will frown and look grumpy.

"........................ Again, the royalty of Fursital wants me to kill him. Let's review the contract."

"Oh shit, what are you?! For the fifth time, I would have finally exchanged contracts! There is no room for further negotiation. Look, those royals are my prey!

"We talked about missing it, there would be a second prince and his wife. That said, the Second Princess was on your side."

"Though we would have talked about it being a pawn to be left for national control. If you really want to say so, I'll give you a third prince. Talk to the Axe Chamber of Commerce later."

"Oh, you're in trouble. The prince over there is going to work fully as a bargain with the Chamber of Commerce. That being said... you can give me some concessions as long as I can do my job. Instead, we'll charge you a royalty."

"Demons are greedy............"

"Oh, which one of you wanted more credit?

Noyne quickly stood up and stepped forward when he grabbed his share of the contract on the table, as there was nothing he could do.

Hardly seems to have been packed yet in Ibmerian time, exhaling one heavier breath.

It seems that the contract between the Axe Chamber of Commerce and Tsuenu has not yet been completed, but with this agreement, we can say that more can be done.

When I got back to that room, I thought I would cook my dear child a night meal, and the king who presided over the evening's food festivities lifted the edge of his lips.

Still, she may wave away this hand even though she thinks that tomorrow's revenge is the priority and the last night.

But just as man is a selfish creature, so is the Spirit.

I don't have to worry. I just let them do whatever they want.