The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

At dusk, the royal palace of Farsital was surrounded by spectacular buzz.

The square in front of the royal palace is boarded by a carriage carrying the nobles of the country, and the straight road to the royal palace shows the nobles who greet each other.

The main entrance was decorated with large floral wheels, and beneath the flag was a glossy red flag showing the celebration in the night breeze.

The sharp snow is visible in its red, and the golden embroidery of the fur cital's blue flag is majestic.

With what thoughts do people who want a royal palace that extends symmetrically from left to right head for the prince's birthday?

Some may make their hearts bounce with joy at the celebration in anticipation of the future of this country, while others may be coming to enjoy the ball itself.

The finality of the First Prince's engagement was already well known in the country, and each of the princesses has a partner and fiancée.

But the Third Prince doesn't have such an opponent yet, and the elderly ladies seem tense.

Since encounters at festive venues are preferred in this country, women in poor dresses are quickly gazing at each other to observe what is going on around them, and relatives and entourages of women of such suitable age have no hesitation in greeting familiar aristocrats.

Even if you can't be the prince's fiancée, many of them will make your chest bounce that you may have a lovely encounter this evening.

(They won't be attending tonight's night club, His Highness Jill Reid)

Dirvier had informed me in advance that a number of people would not participate in the various adjustments.

To Jill Reid and his family, the Second Prince and the famous Earls.

To the Second Princess and her fiancée, her fiancée's eldest brother and uncle.

Or it could be a single musician or a clerk's youth.

A strange and strange roster was read out, and Dia found out it was a draw by the outsiders.

It's not all about Noyne, it's the outsiders who are left to discuss their rights in order to take charge of Fursital's future.

Why did they miss the ball tonight to keep the signs of the outsiders coming to confirm the signing of the contract after Dia stirred up the poison cup?

The third prince, who was Dia's natural enemy, was supposedly to be at the ball as a result of the spirits of death and the demons of the Chamber of Commerce responsible for the distribution of Colhem claiming their share.

Do you think the demons of the Chamber of Commerce, as long as they become good intermediaries, somewhat don't mind a third prince missing them?

(That sounds really, like an outsider)

Long-lived old creatures don't take care of tiny toys and tools like humans.

Because the people of this country have forsaken the protection of the name Promise in such a way that they are put into it.

On the night when he went down thin, the stars fell, and the thin three days moon was the moon of the eyes of the dragon.

The slight snow cloud is a lukewarm grey mucumgrease fur, and only the areas where it is snowing are pale and colourful.

I heard the heels and the wheels of a carriage running cobblestones.

The sound of a fog-shadowed crystal called Chichi, where one of the servants tells you that his work is done, to the music that can be heard from somewhere without interruption.

The large staircase leading through the window to the Royal Palace's exterior guest building produced plenty of flowers on both sides, and a bright blue carpet was laid in the center of the staircase.

The smiles of the women climbing that staircase in family and fiancée escorts are often sunny, sometimes the day Ibmeria just dawned.

Looking at such a sight through the window of the outer guest building, Dia gazed into a line of carriages that lasted far away.

There seems to be a restraint for each house, and in this way it is no less glamorous than the dresses of your ladies, but the white carriage, which is precious, can only be used by royalty.

(Um, the pale water color with the red flag flying by the window with the gold ornament is the carriage of the Marquis family of Marietta........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The distant woods don't glow like the Weem woods, but this was the fursital that has grown Dia.

That said, it wasn't until a very young age that Dia could see the hills, the beautiful springs in the woods, the bustling streets of Wangdu, the concert hall, etc., and Dia from then on was like she only knew this country in the royal palace.

"Every time you think about it. If Ricardo ever let me be involved in charity like a regular fiancée, or invited to another nobleman's territory, or got a friend to go to a famous theater or confectionery in Wangdu. …… then I wonder if I would ever love this country and dye my hands for revenge etc."

"But forget about what you didn't get. I just looked back from here and it's something you won't get anymore anyway. You'll have enough on this side."

The words seemed cruel and soft, and Dia smiled and nodded.

Standing next to him in the figure of Yoel, Noyne accompanied Dia to the grand hall where the ball would take place as he drove back somewhere the knight he had refrained from in front of the room.

Dia also has to escort her last hour to that high-pressure knight and is relieved that Noyne and I can walk this royal palace together.

At the ball venue, we would be separated, but Dia, who already knew how much outsiders were capable of, didn't actually have enough fear to be guided.

Instead of getting the freedom of this country that extends beyond that window gate, Dia got this one.

So now, even if you are truncated to be different from me, Dia is not a stray without a stopover.

Dia's journey to the hall is also the last wonderful dress to be proudly chested by a person who couldn't get a new dress while being invited to a place where it is considered miserable to wear the same dress again and again.

At this ball, there will only be one Dia who wears the ornament necklace he received for the king of the kingdom of the night and shows up in a fairy embroidered dress with shoes as light as wings.

There was no way that a person with that one privilege would ever be more scared of the people who pushed themselves out of the fun wheel.

With that in mind, Dia heads into the big hall where the ball takes place, and she also passes through the corridor in front of the library and in front of the kitchen, then stops her feet perfectly where she just goes straight down the big corridor already.

"..................... what's up?

"No, ……… here,"

The Great Corridor was quiet.

This corridor, which leads to the Great Hall, is also walked by the royalty, so a stunning silver crystal candlestick stands along the left and right walls, where the magic fire is lit.

Unlike the invitees who are invited to walk through the entrance through the main entrance, the entrance to Dia, who lives in the Royal Palace, is on this side again.

But the royals had already entered the venue, and strange signs had fallen on the corridor that had quietly returned.

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Dia unexpectedly looks around at the whispers and signs of being surrounded by a large crowd.

But Noyne and Dia are still the only ones here, and when they cleared their ears, they didn't hear any strange whispers, and they just heard a little of the hustle and bustle in the big hall behind them.

Still, wouldn't there have been someone in that candlestick shadow?

Or could you not see the flickering red dress behind the splendid decorative mirror?

I cringed at someone's rear across the edge of my sight, but there's still nothing there.

But again, it just seemed like there was a lot of something lurking here.

"You're the fairies of the Dilvier clan. I guess I'm here to see a human being that the prince of the clan liked it. I try not to crawl out of my misery because the enchantment is excessive... but... well, I see you're starting to see the signs."

".................. I've been caught up in strange signs, but I'm not afraid of Mr. Dilvier's relatives. And what if Mr. Dilvier is a prince?

'Cause it's sea.'

"Well, fairy prince...... mugg?!

If you whine inadvertently that it sounds kind of nice, for some reason Noine picked a cheeky pepper and Dia went mad.

On top of being such a beautifully dressed woman for the ball, it's the last night of fulfillment in my life to come.

It would be too miserable if his cheeks were red as he headed for revenge, so if he held his cheeks down with his hands and intimidated him, Noyne smiled glossy enough.

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

It was not Joel who was there, but the king of a beautiful night country.

He is blinded by his lustrous beauty and is likely to hold his breath at the temperature of his finger placed at the tip of his jaw.

The beautiful thing that peered into Dia's eyes whispered in a sweet voice, as if it were an evil thing that instigated man.

"Look, you're mine. No matter how you scratch your feet, no matter how much you want to escape, what you will never do anywhere again. Whatever happens in the hall up ahead, don't forget that, okay?

"I, … also belong to me. Vengeance is for me, and I can't give all that away to anyone. No matter how much I love Noyne, or how much I've always wanted to hold that hand, it's those people I can look to here, and I'll kill their fate.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

To Dia, who asked so, the beautiful spirit at the end of her gaze shook her eyes slightly.

The seeping bright purple colour gave birth to the light and swayed, Dia staring up at those same coloured eyes.

You looked me in the eye at something so horrible, and all this language made this person wander.

What a troubled creature.

Blessings and erosion have been deepened, and Dia has already had the same color even for these eyes.

"........................ Damn. You're so lustful."

"You can do what you want from now on, too, right? Besides, if that's about it, don't you even touch the reason and the doings of troubled sorcery?

"............ oh. I'll take you home."

That was one word.

The words made me smile so happy that Dia, in a hurry, glanced at her mouth.

He was directly in front of him, so of course he couldn't have missed it. Noyne quietly glanced at him and somehow covered his mouth with one hand.

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"I can't solve it....................."

Dull, someone is laughing across the shadow.

I heard he was the edge of Dilvier. I didn't think Dia was scared anymore, I remembered the nostalgic mansion where I heard my mother and sisters laugh I loved.

But the laughter, which was heard from nowhere, purposefully takes its place in a whisper of hiccups and chills, so as to crack such softness.

The contour of the king of the beautiful night country at the end of his gaze swayed, falling sharply and swaying was the cape of the Pharsital knight.

Sticky.

If that shoe trail walks by, Dia fills her breath small.

I followed Joel's gaze and admitted Ricardo walking from the hall.

"Yoel, I'll take this kid from here. Dia, from tonight on, cousins, let's escort."

The glossy lake water blue outfit is still a princely beauty that makes the embroidery of the glorious fur cital accentuated by a pale spurious clavat and in love.

Rich silver hair is full of glow, blue eyes look at this one and smile.

If Dia hadn't known the king of the land at night, she would have fallen in love with this man.

He would have swallowed and cried without reward and was miserably beaten to death.

"……………… Dia”

If I had not known that the gentle cousin who called his name in a soft voice and stroked his head was also involved in that night's decision.

“Dia, look, I brought you your favorite flower."

There were days when I didn't fall in love but my heart swayed in the soft eyes of someone who looked back and smiled.

No matter how fake you know it is, Ricardo was certainly a sweet cousin when it was the only one in the world of Dia in its kind form.

Late fall evening when he picked up a little chestnut on a summer day when he put me on a horse with him and walked through the woods.

Dia used to choke and cry at the transparent wall between him and how he wouldn't let me love this man as a family.

But I will avenge you for me.

So the wishes of those distant days were already breathless, and for whatever reason, humans who ruined others on their own, but I still didn't think.

Ricardo smiles sadly, for some reason, at Dia, who bowed to Ricardo by giving her body gracefully.

Even a cousin, Dia doesn't have a family name.

The title of the hardly remaining Duke's Lady was a one-generation one, and she was not allowed to touch the land or assets of the former family owned by contemporary Girasfi.

All artifacts left in the mansion, etc., were disposed of.

The wooden incense rose my father loved was cut from his roots because it would soon grow and the daffodil, who hadn't flowered, was trampled and vandalized that stormy night and pulled out for garden tidiness, he said.

That house no longer belonged to Dia, and now lived by a family of nobles of a serene temperament who governed with good reputation, without being called tyrannical and cunning usurpers.

So here, empty and peeling Dia takes his finest thanks to Ricardo as his subordinate.

"Thank you very much for calling us here this evening to celebrate Your Highness."

"You're in trouble because that's how you quickly frustrate my courage. Come on, come with me."

"Your Highness, is Marietta okay with you?

"She's already been in the venue as her fiancée, so she's waiting over there. Dia, the admission of the top aristocrats is already overdone. I've been waiting for you."

"Well. You picked me up because I walked slowly. I'm sorry for your concern. It was a place where I never walked, so there were paintings and sculptures that I fell in love with once again."

Take the hand offered and let Ricardo put his hand on his arm.

It didn't seem the same as when I was your fiancée, and where Ricardo led Dia's hand was a slightly shallower position allowed when escorting the woman in her body.

The slender stretched spine is beautiful and looks like a round of white lilies blooming within the country surrounded by this night.

I was sure he wouldn't look like someone about to kill his cousin, but his clean beauty also makes him hear the ruthlessness of a sword pulled out of his sheath.

The clear sign of conclusion there was that it would certainly kill Dia.

"... you seem to have gotten along very well with Yoel. What did you talk to him about before you got here?

"Oh, it's unusual. I mean the carriage queue from the window or the stained glass in the corridor. And then he told me it was a very busy night."

"He is a loyal knight. And we must be their good masters.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... He won't give you the answer you want. [M] Don't let them get in trouble."

It was a very quiet and soft voice.

Feeling the temperature of that arm with his hands at his fingertips, Dia tightens consciously at the eye area where she is about to tighten.

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"... Your Highness, all I asked of Yoel was that you walk where you can see the main entrance to the royal palace before heading to the ball tonight, right?

"It may or may not be. ………… Marietta said something abusive to you. If you find that unpleasant, there may be something I can do about it."

"As you know, Marietta suggested it and this is the first time we have talked about it. Is there anything that makes me uncomfortable when I talk to her? He has his duty and his duty, and I understand that."

Sounds like Ricardo's shoe.

Dia's luxurious ballroom shoes made no noise, even touching the floor stones, and that was somewhat strange.

(………… well. This guy couldn't have known)

That morning, Marietta, who would eventually be the Queen, stayed in Dia's room.

No matter if the Queen or Marietta didn't alert Dia, or if Dia wasn't alerted enough to leave a escort there, I guess someone was crystal clear about what conversation Dia and the others had for Ricardo as a prince.

Dia thought it was because Dilvier was a fairy that she grasped the conversation between the two of them, but that exchange might have been slippable even to the knights who had refrained from outside the door.

(Knowing means being known)

That was the magic theory that Noyne taught me, a word that fits well with Dia today.

Or was it Marietta who was placed to know, and Dia was being observed reacting well?

One, a cold sweat conveys his back.

(Perhaps Ricardo noticed. …………………………………………………)

But Dia can do better than not to understand it.

If I couldn't, I couldn't continue to be the fiancée of someone who was trying to kill me after they killed all of my family and servants in front of me.

"... you're not trying to take anything from me."

But Ricardo didn't ask me what I was prepared to do.

It was a sighing word, with grief somewhere like a petal dancing in the clear wind, and even a little discouragement.

Dia wonders why this man is discouraged and sad.

It's more like cursing what you have to do than worrying about the tragedy that Dia is going to scold you about.

(Now...)

That's right.

Isn't it now?

From here on out, no one will be saved.

"Well, is there anything I can take from His Highness?"

"I took asylum away from you, but that's how I break my knee and even turn to me for my gratitude as a minister. Is there anything you want to ask me, Dia? Beyond this night, …… I will thus lose the opportunity to answer your question. After all this time together, you never asked me why it was."

(..................... what a selfish person)

I was wondering if that was a question for you.

Does he not know how arrogant and cruel the act of questioning his heart for what he kills in the end?

So Dia said she had nothing to ask you, but she remembered that she never understood one thing.

(Why did His Highness Ricardo make me his fiancée)

He's a little kid, so, for example, he could have been a guardian.

Yet he made Dia his fiancée in a way that kept Marietta waiting, who had been a fiancée candidate since that time.

Even though there was a covenant with the royal life and the Marquis, let us also say that Marietta, the same age as Ricardo, is too harsh a time to wait as a woman.

I closed my eyes and opened them.

There is no more appearance of Yoel around what form it was lowered.

From here, on a short journey to the Great Hall, Dia walks alone with Ricardo.

"………… So why, Your Highness"

"... see, that's how you would tighten me up to the end, right? I don't even make it clear what I want to ask."

"I'm sure you don't know that you couldn't do anything more than I think and you didn't get anything. Maybe I don't even know what to ask you. ……… Your Highness, I do not even have the contour of the word, even if I question you why"

"But you know it.... that I or this country have killed your family."

It was a heavy and long silence that fell on an indefinite inquiry.

Ricardo's expression remains unchanged, just that Dia is the only one standing in front of that heavy, hard silence.

If she noticed, Dia was looking at her feet, and it was Ricardo who softly touched her arm so as to draw that consciousness back.

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"If you want."

"Isn't it just something that's not nice to anyone, even if you elaborate? I kept my mouth shut because I knew it was for the country. I thought there were no more words, no matter how I cracked them open, no other words."

Ricardo looking at this one still has calm eyes.

He smiled without talent, and his earlier grief and dismay were wiped away from him as he remained an elegant and elegant first prince, and he could not feel the shaking of the shards.

"Still, if I were to tell you, I'd assume it was because you knew everything from the beginning. The knights told me that you were asleep in the shadow of a balcony plant. I don't think I've noticed anything. Still, there are uncertain and ambiguous decisions about how you came to the Royal Palace. [M] I have to assume that someone who was there at that time made a decision in your favor. If so, someone might have told you the truth."

"... it's as if they say I'm sorry I survived"

"I wouldn't say that. In fact, I don't wish you hadn't come to this royal palace or been my fiancée...................... I was just always concerned that you wouldn't ask me anything and don't hate me. Right,..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... If it's that abstention, you may have hated it"

Dia smiled pale.

Shake Ricardo to see why, and ask him, that would have only reduced Dia's life span.

I didn't have to die empty-handed like this, and now that I can take the hand of whoever I want, I didn't intend to regret my decision on the day I was born.

(If I did this, I wouldn't have regretted that you might have gotten it)

That would certainly be the case when I say unnecessary.

Dia kept hoping to need what was here, but in the end it remained something that had to be ruined with this hand sooner or later.

Without answering, Dia waited for the continuation of Ricardo's words.

He's been around for years, and now he wants to talk to me.

Such a relationship but strangely, the two of them somehow such a feeling fitted perfectly.

(........................ really)

Yes, really.

If Ricardo isn't even the one who kills Dia's family or Dia, Dia may have accepted all of that, both the ruthlessness and stupidity of this cousin.

"This country has decided on the solemnity of the Duke of Girasfi family because it has been found that we cannot go outside this country and that we cannot secure enough food domestically to match the growth of this country."

"In order to do this, the only way to cut and expand the forest was to cut and expand the forest, and what Girasfi said was an obstacle?"

"... superstition is a lot deeper than you think, and it takes root in people's minds. It is also close to faith, and that is why we have admonished ourselves too much to those who do not exist in the Church in this country. Ideas and dreams enrich the mind, and not everything that has taken root as a custom is evil. That said, we need to let go of the fairy tales that strangle the people............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... No matter how painful it was, we had to move on."

(Not knowing means not being given)

To Ricardo's words. Also, Dia was shocked not least.

These people are certainly brutal and have killed all of Dia's loved ones.

There was someone nearby who was in touch with the truth, so some sins might not have covered the story.

But it was the adults of earlier times who drove them there.

(……… the kings and prime ministers may or may not know. But maybe no one left in this country to know that the outsiders in the fairytale were real anymore......)

"... Ricardo wanted to believe the fairy tale."

If Dia said so, her former fiancée quietly blue-eyed.

I lose my words for a while and smile slightly and thinly.

"Maybe. I liked your family, and I used to talk about dragons with my uncle when I was a kid............. I wanted to leave this country on an outing someday and see a country outside where the unwanted live.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. We must pursue a policy to survive and prosper on this land, because it is a country where people who can only live on this land have been gathered together because of genetic diseases that are unfamiliar with the climate of the land outside."

If so, do you kill?

They were the last to make that decision and rob Girasfi of his future.

And Dia takes the future of those people just for herself.

When I looked up, the other two were coming to the entrance to the great hall.

But even though the knights guarding the door bowed their heads to the First Prince, Ricardo stood silently at its entrance.

The knights shook the signs as if they were bewildered by the prince who was not trying to enter the hall.

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"Your Highness?"

"I guess I haven't been given a satisfactory answer yet"

".................. so just one last thing. Why did Your Highness make me your fiancée?

I couldn't stop like this in front of the knights surprised Ricardo, who wouldn't move, and they proceeded inside the great hall.

Ricardo's shoe sounds once treading on the floor, the ladies of the colorful dresses bow down and the magnificent chandeliers glow.

Once we get to the other side, here we go.

Tonight, Dia's final ball at this royal palace begins, and Dia is killed here.

Dia turned to the stage when she softly touched the important rose ornament.