The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

"Dirvier. Please don't hate the humans even if you look at me like this.... I'm sorry, I'm not your mother... '

Dilvier shook his head sideways, unable to say anything, to his mother, who so apologized in the rain that it fell.

When was that?

Even then, humans betrayed my mother for selfish reasons.

(..................... not like here, that was a rainy country)

Ouch, a dry wind of sand mixing blows.

The stars were brilliant in the skies of this land with little rain, and the clean water sounds from the fountains that only wealthy humans could enjoy sounded the same, but the once beautiful city burned down, and the human settlements that were around here perished casually.

Surrounded by dry rocky mountains, this small city was inhabited by one human daughter, guarded by Dilvier's mother.

The daughter was born in a noble house in a middle-class part of a human settlement, where she was a businessman playing music.

A beautiful girl with long wheat-hot hair and young leafy eyes, she said she liked the oranges harvested on this land.

"Oh, no, he's a cute kid I found. If you look at my son so brilliantly, I'm sure he'll totally throw me out and fall for you. It's a good thing that cute girl gets in love, but you can't give that cute, cute kid to your own people."

Dirvier had never visited the city before, because his mother, who laughed so hard, said so.

I didn't want to threaten, in any way, the precious things my mother had finally found betrayed by the humans who gave her protection in a rainy country.

Hardly, there is a sound of burned building materials becoming rubble.

Beyond the window, human warfare just spreads, but that doesn't matter to Dilvier.

It doesn't matter what happens to strangers in a strange country, whether they cry in it or not.

(I came here because............ once again a fool hurt my family)

This evening, the human child, given the patronage of the Fairy Queen, stretched his talents, citing the reason that it was to protect his country, which was in the midst of the war, and tried to take away the heart of the kind fairy who had been sheltering himself since he was a young child.

Trying to shed tears in the light at night, it was Dilvier who first picked up my mother's voice, whining that someone would pick me up, of course, and rushed right away.

That's how I found out what a heartless person did to my mother.

"Mother.... let's go back to our country"

'Right................ I'm kind of very tired. I wonder why some of them coexist well with humans like fog-rain fairies. I always do what I do. He was a precious, lovely child. I was going to be merciful as my child and give protection to the children and their families that this child had one day..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It was clear that that was the difference in qualities.

Misty rain fairies that glorify things that are a blessing to many humans, and light fairies that sometimes glorify things that are disastrous, have different qualities in the first place.

No matter how much you wish for something similar, some fairies in the night light are not fit to lean on humans, unlike fog rain, which is good at raising artists.

He turns his gaze in the midst of a war and looks down at the human remains falling on the floor of a brightly colored mosaic.

The blood build-up spilled out onto the floor was shaken by the colour of the flames that burned the mansion next door falling out the window, but Dilvier did not find this daughter, who had been murdered unharmed, pathetic.

Blessed from the day she was born, and against a fairy who had watched all along like another mother, this daughter tried to take that heart away from her by mixing poison in the glass and weakening it.

If the protection given is one-sided, it can still be understood.

But I heard this girl and her mother had a good relationship.

Gems only in fairy country or embroidered yarn spinning by fairies.

My mother would never have given it to a daughter who wanted something different.

A little stupidity, a consultation to borrow the fairy's wisdom, a consultation on a dress to go out to a nightclub, etc.

How much?

Oh, didn't this girl know how much love one fairy has given her and leaned her heart?

Did you think that the fairy's affection could be taken lightly, and that he would not despair if betrayed by his beloved?

You're a fairy, a cowardly creature who whined and cried when she was killed, spitting and throwing away that I had no choice because I was human.

It is only natural to offer the heart for the weak because they are different from themselves, and if we claim that it is natural not to choose a creature different from ourselves, should we not also take as a matter of course the vengeance of a fairy betrayed by a merciful child?

(So much so that humans are unselfish......)

My mother tells me not to give my love to humans because what I got was such a backdrop.

But it just seemed like a weak, ugly creature that Dilvier should have despised already.

(How many times? How many times do I have to betray this person, even though we are unsuitable for coexistence with humans...)

The greed of these dwarf creatures is too much for you to live without witchcraft in your body and borrow witchcraft to live from all over the world.

Yet why would even so many high-ranking people want to shelter such an ugly creature?

"That's what I thought back then."

"... well, did someone do that to Master Inditta? If that young lady ever returns from the land of the dead, I'll throw the pumpkin!

For the record, a human being who takes time to circulate something called a soul, when he dies, becomes the dead first, and is dropped into the land of the dead.

It is quite a blessing to be allowed to return to earth on the day of the dead, and to be reunited with the living.

But it was said that it was a hassle because humans could only live for too short a time, and for humans who were prone to carve the remainder of their hearts into their souls, it was a necessary wait.

That said, from the humans, some people never want you to come back from the land of the dead.

Because it is annoying to be blocked from the gates of the dead to drive back such a person, the king of the dead set up one operation.

The handicapped can be sent back to the land of the dead after throwing pumpkins several times.

(I mean, is she trying to...)

The girl who is so grumpy and stepping on her feet is a precious and precious child who was once the human daughter that Dilvier hated, and now affections her daughter or sister.

He was involved because he was the companion of Noyne, whom Dilvier recognized as his only master, and as a result he was an eye-catching person, but thus gave him protection, also because Dilvier himself liked it so much.

"My mother would be happy to hear that word. Because I've just met him the other day and he's sent me letters over and over asking when he's coming to see me next."

"Heh, it's been ten days since we met before."

".................. I've seen too much of you. She's my mother, but don't spoil her too much."

"Oh, I love Inditta, too. But don't tell me this because Noyne gets stubborn, okay?

"..................... hey, I hear you"

"Well, that's strange. I hear Noyne from next door."

"Do you still have skewered grilled meat in your roots..."

I hear these two are in the Cold War period, Dear Dear Sir.

That said, it's very one-sided, and Master Noyne is just grinning.

"For creatures, the battle over food is already spectacular, isn't it? I was shallow enough to allow looting, but I won't forgive the evil spirits who took the last bite I left to look forward to!............ the grief of losing meat with onion and garlic spice sauce..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Damn. Then I'll add a new skewer. That would be nice, right?

".................. is the meat coming back?

"It's about time you arrived............................ Dirvier?

"Yeah. I think we've arrived. Dear Dear Dia, please wait while I receive something new."

"Huh!

He smiles and steps on the transition as Dia rises with a glimmer from the dark eyes he has just seen.

The genealogical fairy, who was run to buy skewered meat by an oasis in Sanaark at the behest of Lord Noyne, had received reports from the owner of the store that he would never have sold it for take-home twice a night unless he was the king of evening food and music.

Without zeroing in, he seems to have bought a little more, and while his husband is cautious, Dilvier steps on the transfer again with a plate served with the skewered grilled meat he receives.

Crossing the pale darkness of stepping over with a metastasis, that day I remembered the tears that were wetting my cheeks when I lent my shoulders back to my mother, who was poisoned and unable to walk well.

There are several types of fairies, in terms of how and how they are derived.

Like a tree fairy, there are fairies where what is called a mother actually gives birth to children, and fairies who increase their sisters and brothers, like a flower fairy, and the fairies belonging to the seat of events and time derive individually from their respective dominant qualities within the realm of the same clan.

So Injitta was not the fairy who gave birth to Dilvier, nor were her sisters relatives who shared blood like a human family.

But both of them are important families who have been on their side since Dilvier was derived, and the fairies of the night light are very deeply bound to the clan, mainly the queen called Mother.

When I was raised in it and didn't yet know much about how to move my mind, Dirvier was very well endowed with tears shed by my mother, who had to kill the merciful child with her own hands.

(That day I would not have thought that the day would come when I would have mercy on humans, neither would the shards)

Fairies are affectionate neighbors, but never forgive those who break their covenant.

It's a fairy's qualities as a creature.

It was inevitable that my mother would kill that daughter, and still, it would be natural to mourn that she had to kill the child she loved with that hand.

I don't know about humans, but fairies love them that way.

If we had accepted this one knowing it was a fairy, we would have asked if we had taken that hand after knowing it was someone different from ourselves.

(So,............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Even for my sisters and my younger brothers......)

My mother, who wanted to have mercy on humans, and my sisters, who wanted to take care of my adorable little creatures, my brothers and sisters, who still don't know humans very well.

Some of the fairies of night light have qualities that are not incompatible with fragile humans, but this is the first time they have embraced humans as a family.

Apart from their respective qualities of what they derive as fairies, a species called fairies love to be merciful and delightful of weak things.

In such a circle, one human child who had bereaved his family was invited, so there was no way that Dilvier's family could not be overshadowed.

"Sometimes I empty the castle. It's not like we can take Dia anywhere.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. As far as I'm concerned, I seem nostalgic and unwilling, but there will be several in your clan, including you, who have a desire to mercy humans. Not so many humans of a temperament like Dia. It's my qualities to get it when I get it."

That day, the fairies of the night got their first beloved thanks to having a master who said so and deposited those who would be his own companions.

It would be unintentional if I tried from Dirvier, who first liked Dia, but my mother, who saw a defenseless child who was grating with her eyes round, quickly became obsessed with Dia, and soon, her sisters, who had once been badly betrayed by her human lover, also became obsessed with Dia.

Occasionally, I feel flattered that my share has been reduced too much, but I think it would be a good idea to look at my happy family.

(As Noyne said, what we got when we needed it was a lot of luck for us)

A hungry and dry heart is filled with water, and the Queen of the Fairies of the Night Light now spends her days happily ever after, wondering what snacks to prepare for her the next time she sees her.

It was a salvation for my mother, who had begged me to love her without betraying her, and who had continued to be deprived of that wish, and for Dilvier, who cursed man by the way such a mother mourned.

"I brought you one. Apparently, Mr. Noyne got the wrong number of copies of the order."

"Over time, you might change your mind about which meat you want. That's what appetite is."

"Huh! Holy shit, all kinds!!

"Okay, Dear Dear. There's no more than one bottle on this occasion. We can do the preservation magic, so let's do the rest after tomorrow."

"........................ Nano. Because meat is a lot of cheeks, and its dignity is brilliant..."

"Oh, who fell asleep from eating too much?

"........................ I have no choice. I'm also a smart lady who can learn from experience, so take that suggestion."

They pointed out that I fell asleep from eating too much last night, and I'm going to let Dia look softly wandering my gaze and laugh bitterly at me and pick the skewers I like.

Looking at the smile when I happily took the chosen skewer, I thought about another one, and I hurried to tighten my feelings.

"Dilvier, that girl is cute. Sweet, sweet, my precious child. That's why I want you to be happy. '

Am I remembering such a mother's words because I finally found someone to be merciful of?

Dia here does not hate the values and temperaments, nor does she have the annoying connection that commands her genus to martyr.

Dia, who thus gives herself up happily, is a cute, cute child for Dilvier, who now also has a good idea of the obsession her mother had with her loved ones.

"You've decided to leave it with the King of Midnight Foods."

It was centuries ago that I looked at my mother who told me so.

Dilvier, who presides over the quality of enjoyment even in the night light, was sure to stand as a servant of someone in the Spirit of the Throne of the Night, king of genealogy, but he did not consider himself king of food and music.

Even in the midnight seat, the end or despair, or solitude or stillness.

If we were to keep Dirvier, there would have been many other castles that deserved it.

But the fairy queen of the night light sent Dilvier to the castle of food and leisure.

The food entertainment snorted frowning at the statement that it would also pass for sharing, and it was also surprising that the king took over Dirvier.

(... When I was just coming to this castle, I was also puzzled to be accompanied overnight by a rare winter dawn potato peel...)

Though I was upset not to expect the king himself to skin the potatoes all night, I was also used to living like that, and now this is how more dia.

The Spirit of the Midnight Seat is never a serene creature, but never has Dilvier been unhappy when he began to live in this castle.

My mother, who gave me that routine, is looking forward to seeing Dia now, so I just admire that strange wheel tie.

stared at Dia, who was cheek-baked skewered meat, and Dilvier smiled with a full thought.

(I can't imagine the kind of love that Noyne would have directed...)

But only one of Dilvier's beloved children is here.

If you welcomed him into the family circle, is that your sister, or your daughter?

Apparently, Dilvier's love toward his beloved son was fortunately of the same kind as his mother's.

If I had an obsession as a lover like my sisters, it would have been outrageous, so some parts of me are secretly relieved.

I want you to be happy.

I want you to be happy forever for just one master for Dilvier and just one beloved son for Dilvier.

Luckily I hope so, it warms my chest today.

"Muggu. Speaking of which, the bearded nocturnal fairy told me to come and visit you at a mansion in the neighborhood because I would let you stroke Mugguris"

"Let's get rid of it by tomorrow."

"………… Why is it a sudden cleaning plan?

"Look, Dia. The fact that fairies invite heterosexuals into their mansions and rooms is a form of courtship. Stay away from him again."

"... Mukumgris is..."

"Dear Dear Dear, let me take you to the West Forest for your next holiday. Because they have a family of Mukumgris."

"Ha, yes!!

"Hey, why are you suggesting this before me?"

"Oh, I'm her guardian, right?

If I smiled that way, Master Noyne smiled bitterly.

(But what I should be thankful for above all is that my mother made me meet this person and that Master Noyne raised me like this...)

In the midnight spirit of the throne I have met since I began to live here, if I were asked whose subordinate I would be, Dilvier would answer first and foremost that I was king of food and music.

A petty fairy who came to the castle told me all sorts of things while dealing with eagle fried, even though she knew that she would underestimate the king in response to Farsital's dealings with humans for the sake recipe.

Of course, some people are in trouble, but they think they are king of kings.

"..................... Dilvier, I'm gonna make some sauce"

"What happened abruptly? After this, there will be a number of important duties."

"Well, what kind of sauce do you make?

"I was looking at this skewer-roasted sauce and I thought, with an intense sauce that makes use of the sweetness of the fruit, you're going to get one more recipe"

"..................... Dear Noyne, It's fine to be made of sauce, but think about the time. Today we have a meeting with the King of the Midnight Seat."

"For a little while, you'll be able to wait"

"Dear Noyne?!

Dilvier drifted to his husband, who had taken his seat and moved somewhere.

Touch such a dilvier arm that Dia cares softly.

"Um, should I come with you, too, to bring Noyne back?

"No... I'm used to dealing with this because it's one of his illnesses. And haven't you reached for a second one in this gap?

"This is a little off......"

He sighed small at Dia, who was pulling his hand in haste, and gently stroked his head with his outstretched hand.

Then Dia still blinks, somewhere along the way, making sure to seep through the dust and joy and relief and pull her mouth back.

(Good thing my beloved is a child who chooses what I love)

To think so is to be selfish as a fairy.

But Dilvier, born as a fairy who has long been considered man's closest neighbor, and who has seen the backdrop of many tragedies, thinks so, arrogantly and everywhere.

For example, the outsiders to the people of Pharsital are a terribly unprovoked threat, I guess.

That said, even from this side, the humans who break their covenant easily and then only wish for grace are often inexplicable and evil.

Because it's a different species.

As such, it does not fold, and in this way, it connects as a ring in a rare way.

Thanking him for that rare good fortune, Dilvier nearly smiled at the beloved son of his dear clan.

"Dear Dear Dia, I will leave the guests who have arrived untouched. Please wait while I bring Master Noyne back. Send him to the office and we'll make some tea slowly."

"Yes! Huh, he's my mundane brother-in-law!

I guess I noticed this one and was coming to say hi.

I'll say a word to you if you'll excuse me, and then I'll lift the spirits of the black fur of the toad that bounced right off the floor and keep them in the chair next to Dia.

It only looks like a chunk of fur, but it is one of the royalty of the Spirit of the Midnight Seat.

In addition, I have been a celibate Noyne for many years and I really like Dia, my sister-in-law.

Taking up the leftover skewered grilled meat on every plate, Dilvier returns his heel, thinking that there will be no more escorts.

Well, from now on, it's my usual job to bring back my husband who gets obsessed with developing new recipes.