The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

"Dear Dear Dia, I am very sorry, can you refrain from going out today as we are also in and out of the outside vendors for the ball. We have to do something."

I could have stayed in my room the whole time, but Dia, uh, wanted to see the last of the royal palaces I lived in for thirteen years.

But when I try to leave the room, the escort knight stops me that way, pushing me inside the room again.

Coldness hissed into her chest like she had been sternly scolded even though she didn't do anything wrong, and Dia shriveled just a little and went back into the room.

Even though my fingertips weren't trembling and I wasn't crying, my trembling heart shook Dia.

Dilvier was also next door, wondering why, and Dia gently put her hand on her chest and peeked inside it.

(………… well. I'm somewhere,...... I'm just a little scared of knights)

One more thing, being reminded of that, the spine that was stretched shakes just a little.

Then there, at the stage when the door to the room was closed, Dilvier put his hands on me.

"........................ fu fu fu"

"You must have dared to escort a knight of high-pressure narratives to prevent uncertain movements. The exit is not one of these doors, but what will you do?

"I don't want to be forced, but I wish I could have gotten to the hallway in front of the library and somewhere beyond the main entrance from the royal palace, by the ballroom."

"Oh, I thought it was a garden or something, was it thoughtful in such a place"

"The hallway in front of the library is where we reunited with Noyne...................... and the view from the main entrance, I wanted to make sure I understood what I was going to do myself, so I thought I'd take a look. At last, I made a selfish decision across that gate that I could never get out of, because I don't know what to do with the invisible masses of people living in this country."

If Dia said so, Dilvier smiled and nodded at me.

They will bewitch the knights who will pick them up when they go to the ball, see what Dia has to see, and then make sure they head to the Great Hall.

I was inadvertently frightened of the earlier knight, but when I imagined him manipulated there to be good for Dilvier's sorcery, I was a little distracted.

(Truth is, you missed Mukumgris too......)

But it's Prince First Prince's birthday tonight.

The royal palace is continuously gathered with the nobles of the country who are sure to say hello before the ball, and the section where Mukumgris shows up is now banned from entering and leaving so that those unfamiliar with the royal palace do not get lost.

Dia is planning to ask me if I can take her with me if this country is going to be a difficult land to live in in in the future as well, but that's another story to come.

Now, Dia still belongs to this country.

Whatever bullshit it is that only belongs to me, it is still Pharsital that this self belongs to.

So when all the revenge is over and you're free, let's sneak up on more things you can wish for in advance.

Because that was what Noyne told me.

He told me to think about a lot of things I'd like to do before I have a spree at the ball tonight.

That said, Dia, who was suddenly told that way, had no choice but to grate on the spot.

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

"Mm-hmm. I thought you were going out. You're back."

It was Noyne who should have left the country once that Dia and the others showed up almost at the same time as they returned to their room.

It seems that Noine's leading qualities receive a great deal of festive qualities.

Yet I spent most of yesterday dealing with Pharsital, and today, when Ibmeria dawned, I had to return to my castle once and for all.

"You did it a long time ago. I thought I'd be careful not to be called back after the evening."

"You've been hearing things from somewhere, because my brother was in the castle. I'll be replacing the clerk for as long as I can today, so I need you to clean up the issue of the governing land."

"Master Rical?

"Oh. With that one, there wouldn't be a problem"

(..................... Could that be better, the king of the midnight throne)

As Dia traces her flimsy memory and tries to remember who she was on the throne, Noyne helps her unexpectedly.

"It was Brother Rical you were about to lift up on that prom night."

"I don't recall trying to lift the king"

"Oh, Master Rical will also be His Royal Highness the King. For Master Noyne, you'll be my second brother from the top."

"I tried to lift.................. who?

"I would have swung and fallen during the dance."

"... it was in the presence of a mysterious fur, not the Spirit, that I moaned at that time"

"That's my brother."

"..................... ho"

Relying on Noin's words, Dia desperately explored that look in her memories, but it's something strange, like a chunk of jumping fur, that comes out no matter how many times she flips.

Dia tried to hug him because he thought he had a strange creature in the castle in the country at night, but he couldn't lift it up for a six-year-old because it was heavier than he thought.

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

"Maybe Noyne will look like that, too?

"Those are special specifications because they preside over the elegance of the night. I don't know."

"Graceful...?

"... we don't understand that either. Don't think deeply."

".................. it was about the size of a garden raccoon, but if the blockage addition or subtraction of the morsel was similar to the mucumgrease"

"Hey, stop looking at that. I'm not gonna be a beast type."

"Well, unfortunately....................."

"Thank you……………"

Though I can only recall the appearance of a bouncing hairball, if that was one of the royalty, he may be an indulgent figure because he didn't blame the child for trying to hug him after he had rubbed him.

If he sees him again, he definitely wants to make sure he knows exactly where his eyes and nose are, and fu, Dia realizes his heart was softening that had shrunk to the chilling response of the knight earlier.

On the last night, and even though no one will escort me, there is no sign of a use coming from the royal palace.

Your lady's dress is expensive.

So of course, the new dress for the ball tonight never arrives in the room, and Dilvier says it's an instruction to choose one of the dresses he's tailored in the past.

"I dissolved my engagement a few days ago, so if my new dress isn't tailored, I won't be able to fit all the talking about it anymore, is that good..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"It was a reputation as a wise first prince, but it's hard to believe at all. I have to say, it's too dodgy a plan. The dress is ready here, please wear it there"

"Here..................?

"Mr. Noyne has arranged for you."

To Dirvier, who smiled, Dia looks back slowly.

Beyond the mysterious space I wonder why there is a kitchen beyond the wall that I've never even seen before, Noyne snorted briefly when I heard this conversation.

I am carefully folding up my sleeve looking like just Gillette on a white shirt, but am I going to be cooking?

"Weem's fairy embroidered dress. Being close to human mobility in this country for a long time may be somewhat missing fingertips, but don't worry if it's a degree of anomaly"

"…… it's quite catastrophic for a human being. Could the dress do a lot of it?

"It's magic pollution. Humans crystallize and debris from the ends of the body by touching magic beyond the resistance value"

Dia choked and throated at the horror of the words spoken sayingly.

For Dia, the word magic resistance sounds unfamiliar to herself just learned.

With little exception, I feel like I've been reminded for the first time how horrible it is for a human being that its resistance value is low, which is the same as the magic range of motion.

At the same time, it was a sign of the despair of the Pharsital humans, who must not leave the land.

No matter how much you want to return to your country through the Hydra Tartz forest, Pharsital humans will become stones and sand if they go out to the luxurious land of sorcery.

Still, did anyone go through the woods?

Were some of you crying about wanting to go back somewhere while it was sand and stone?

Maybe that's the same admiration Dia had when she was a little girl who looked at the main entrance to the royal palace that she couldn't open herself and shook her head thinking she could get out of here and go somewhere.

"So last night, I shouldn't have left Noyne?

"You're still adjusting. Resistance to evening genealogy is rising, but unexpected outsiders lurk in the town on festive nights. Because of all the monsters and dragons in the tourist mood, it's hard to get contaminated inflammation."

Dia just thought that the low range of motion meant that she couldn't recognize the brilliance and fragrance of magic that overflowed the world.

(Until now, it's a sin to say nothing of not inheriting information that sounds like survival itself. I wonder what the royal family of this country thinks the people are..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

No matter how contraindicated and admonished, Pharsital is not a closed country.

Even if the external contractors were thoroughly controlled, the information outside the country would not be blocked.

If you take a step outside the woods, you hold a secret that will cost you your life, and how did you throw it away?

"It's also shameful not to know that, but wouldn't the people of Farsital die of low resistance if they tried to leave this country?

"You'll die, but there's a problem before that. The spirits of death, who curse the people of this land, hobby to wander the woods around the outer periphery of Pharsital. When I am absent, I keep an eye on the forest to the genealogical fairies. What awaits us the moment we leave the boundaries set as a country called Farsital is not magical contamination, but reprisals by the genealogy of the end"

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

If there was such a rigorous pruning, it could be said that it was imperative that the knights below Prince Jill Reid, who had been investigating the border area, saw extraneous factors in the alienation of this country.

I felt that Dia's solemnity by Ricardo was too sudden, but there may not be a moment's respite to seal such a voice.

(... like a child)

I can't even reach my voice, but I put a lid on it and insist that there is no such thing.

Dia sighed wondering how this country had gotten so sturdy blindfolded.

Or there, maybe there was a curse.

(If, for example, that is the plan of the Spirit of Death, which delights in the fact that the protection of the kings of the kingdom of night is taken from the mortals of Pharsital)

Because the other people were unnecessary, Dia felt that it might not be extreme to think that they might have also shown such a pawn-taking appearance.

"Mr. Dirvier, will the Spirit of Death perish with the fiercely spicy spice oil that sneezed the noin?

"As for the hierarchy, Master Noyne is higher, so it may happen, but when the Spirit of Death collapses, the surrounding area becomes the land of death. Dear Dia is certainly no exception to that influence, and her companion is a dusk sea famous for being a bad fairy to humans, so I was wondering if it would be better not to make such an attempt."

"Muggu. It's tougher than I thought..............."

"Hey, didn't you tell me not to get my hands on the end realm?

".................. I felt that the spiritual hatred was so deeply ingrained that I thought I should put measures in place just in case. Even for that person, this is a turning point in the contract, right? Will it ever be plotted to take more points?

"There's no ploy, there's no rush from the front."

"........................ Nano"

The spirit of death in Dia so far had the impression that it was somewhat gloomy but sensible and old.

I was also thinking that the knot with the end magic that Noyne is wary of would come with the area, but apparently it's quite a different impression than I thought.

"But, well, you've signed a contract with me. All that remains is a negotiation with the Chamber of Commerce over the third prince of this country. It's annoying that all the magic hasn't been knotted out, but there's no room for him to break this scaffold."

"Well, Master Carledo is the focus..................?

"If you cross to the Chamber of Commerce, they'll make you work like a carriage horse, but you might still be better off there....... sure that prince would be the same age as you. Do you care?

Asked so, Dia blinked.

For Dia, who has been the fiancé of the First Prince since he was brought to this royal palace, it is no exaggeration to say that the Third Prince hates hatred.

(Forget to buy only my portion of the exotic delicious treats, or the lovely fruit the merchant brought even for the lady chief and the Chancellor's wife but not mine............)

To many of the meanness remembered, Dia peeled and trampled the floor.

All of a sudden, Noine and Dilvier are circling their eyes, but that prince is an enemy who wishes to perish for another reason than the people who killed Dia's family.

"Ayatsuzu, be sure to give it to the Spirit of Death. I just keep Master Carledo in the mood for being able to work at the Chamber of Commerce! I am not allowing the only heart healing Mukumgrease to be fed first!!

"This sounds like a lot of resentment..............."

"What's the reason..."

Indeed, Calledo, then six years old, would have nothing to do with the solemnity of the Marquis Girasfi family.

It also seems to me that Ricardo and the others have not wholesaled that information until the Third Prince.

Prince Carledo, whom my eldest brother loves, will not disagree, but I feel that this kind of secret is a burden to the late prince, who is not good at political rush.

"....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Luckily, I'm in no position to bother with manners and such anymore, so I'm going to bump into you with a dress for the ball tonight................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"The people in this royal palace will pay a lot of consideration. You, Ning, don't move with extra lines."

"What are those instructions that I honestly can't be happy with..."

"Either way, that prince is one thing or the other. Don't inadvertently lay your hands on demons and spirits."

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

Dia roared to a little remorse, but still, I guess there's no chance she'll be ceded to the Spirit of Death.

You wouldn't think it was such a trivial thing to be unfamiliar with beautiful treats, delicious looking fruits, swollen and in contact with this mucumgrease, but Dia's resentment is deep.

There were nights when I couldn't stand the lack of just one spoon and it was hard to live.

"........................ hmm, I'm smelling good"

"Lunch is a stew pie wrapper."

"Dear Pie!!

The sorrows of a young day, shaken like a crease, became easily misty by the delicious smell.

It's a simple meal called baked tea bread and pie stew, but Dia just had a sad incident last night where her eyes nailed the store selling pie stew in the town of Ibmeria but she didn't have enough free stomach space, so she feels like an unparalleled treat.

"Don't go in on this side. I'll take it to you when I can."

"There it is,......................................................"

"It's grape jelly. Do you want some raw cream on it?

"... mugg......................... Grr. Stay put, fu."

To Dia, trembling at a question so cruel, Noyne quickly prepared me for lunch.

When you crumble the pie cooked in beautiful wheat and put it in the stew, you will enjoy the mellow sauce with all your heart.

(..................... I love Noyne's brother)

You gave me time to have a pie stew with you like nothing on a snowy afternoon, so that's enough already.

It seems that Dirvier, who brews tea, doesn't eat the same kind of food that humans do, but he says it's something else that Noyne, the king of genealogy, cooks.

That said, you seem to get a little something like soup and muffins instead of a solid meal like this, and that, too, you eat on special days such as prom nights in the country of the night?

Noyne was sweet.

During the meal, he said he would take care of this and Dia, and he would tie his hair for the ball.

While eating grape jelly, let us talk about the Spirits of the Midnight Seat and other Spirits of the Seat of Time, and Dia thinks about all sorts of things in this world that she has yet to see.

(I wish I could have been a Spirit too......)

I'm not sure how long it's capped for the dead to be able to move well, but the spirits' sense of time seems to be much slower than that of humans.

The amount of time Dia can spend with Noyne, no matter how long she thinks it is, is just as long as she blinks.

I wonder who's on the noise side ahead.

It was when we were talking about all sorts of things and Noyne was talking about going through the magic ritual of a trial served by a high-ranking demon with a certain cook.

Dia wonders if Noine likes to cook because such a person is a friend, and asks.

"Um, do you and the cook you fought with in the ritual of the Demon's sorcery trials meet afterwards?

"By the way, they killed the demon by pissing him off. I went to the man's store to eat after that one, but after the trial I lost my mind about where he cooked. Remind me if I think of the squeezed skill before that. I'll never see you again."

I wonder if Noyne would let such out-of-the-way cruelty befall him.

When I touched the chilling insults of high-ranking outsiders, I couldn't help but feel the fear of being truncated in that way.

(So let's just keep being me right to the end)

Suppose Dia switches the language she exchanged in her contract and says she still doesn't want to die and wants revenge on the people of this country.

He may be happy with such misery, and he may help you to be right, but he may no longer be disappointed with Dia for making such an unusual choice.

Revenge is Dia's bully.

Dia pays the price, of course, because Dia is my best friend to keep Dia's heart alive.

I looked up at the snow coming from the window, trying to remember the days I spent with my family when I was a little girl, but I couldn't remember well the calm days that were nothing.

Eventually, late in the afternoon, preparations began for the ball.

Dilvier helps me put on the dress and finishes the support with a soothing thought as if I was somehow very valued.

"Noine, you can tie your hair..."

"At the Midnight Seat's formal ball, royalty, who is not king, raises her hair. Now I can do it while I'm watching."

"When you do, do you sometimes do it yourself at the ball?

"No, you're a lot shorter in your hair these days with a magic simulation. I'm tired of solving it when I cook."

"... to cook"

(..................... What the hell is the Spirit that commands)

When I breathe very much that it might be the spirit of the night meal, I stare at myself in the mirror when I'm told I've done it.

"........................ well!

Dia, who was there, wasn't the usual hard ball hairstyle.

It's not a neat way to wrap it up, but it's elegant, and what a delicate and lustrous knot to remove loosely wrapped hair tips.

Dia, who is totally happy, peeks into the mirror from various directions and plays small on the chair.

The dress prepared by Noine is also wonderfully glossy with a fairy embroidery sewn in blessed stones and gemstones made of white gray yarn on a seeping blue fabric of blue.

The color of the evening, as if it were a dream, was made to show an underdressed hem in colour at the hem area, fluttering with the colour of dawn.

The collar, which gave me a solid and deep look like a ball dress, has a decorative neckline that is Dia's treasure.

Just look at that brilliance that touches your skin, so that the brilliance of Ibmeria in that town will come back to life.

I don't really like it, but I lightly apply makeup on the spot and put my foot in the shoes I got out.

Dia lifted her legs in a good mood for great comfort that would moisturize and familiarize her with her skin.

"Well, what comfort!

'Cause you're laying magic on me.

With these shoes, Dia got stunned when she heard that running overnight would not hurt her legs.

I wonder what kind of ball the outsiders are having, using luxurious magic for this kind of thing.

But if you think about it, they say that even dragons can visit large palaces, so they may also be pregnant with the danger that they are quite a distance away from the venue.

Inside the mirror, there is a dia so dressed that there are no gaps in dimensions.

And the girl who had killed her voice and cried that stormy day if she closed her eyelids, she was certainly here.

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

To the lid, the noin behind him stroked his neck with his fingertips, and Dia jumped up on the chair.

As he rushes to sift with his neck hidden with both hands, Noyne smiles somewhere satisfied and pale.

To that full-bodied beastly smile, Dia thought only a little.

(With that said, I don't know what kind of reprisals Noyne will take against the people of this country...)

Though I was only a little concerned about Farsital's whereabouts, I close my eyes and gently push the thought.

I'm sure you'll see that when you're dead.

Now, let's think about what we should do while we're alive.