The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

As the sun fell, the area began to shine with glittering candle lights.

In the night of Ibmeria, the knights light the magic fire on the candles placed all over the royal palace of Pharsital.

Decorative trees and leashes are so brilliant that if their brilliance and shadow fall in the snow scenery, they can be a kaleidoscopic festive evening.

Snow falling flat was a poetic beauty, and fortunately there was no wind.

Somewhere, I could hear the children singing the psalm.

I am sure that in the cathedral of the Church there is now exactly the Mass of Ibmeria.

Ibmeria, a family festival, but there is a church mass in the morning and at night.

Inside Dia's favorite beautiful cathedral, the incense furnace that burned the incense wood will hang, and the voice of the bishop's prayer heard in the shadow of a stained glass will be rustled and beautiful.

It is the Virgin of the same antlers as the main pillars of the churches of the countries outside that are worshipped in the church of the Pharsital.

The maiden, who had a white deer horn with the blessing of Vientiane, was a saint who carried on a pilgrimage journey with his disciples in restoration.

But in the course of his journey around preaching his teachings, he is persecuted by a beast of evil and evil, the last of which, he says, collapsed one town and turned one side into a white lily flower garden.

But when I turned the story into a dilvier, the fairy of the night light frowned and shook her neck to the side.

"The Horned Virgin is a monster."

"... well, you're not human"

"We're going to fix it, so it won't be human anymore."

"... mmm"

"When she begs for her song,...... the nations outside have a human, professional contractual relationship with demons invited by singing. We change the way we contract from race to race, but for demons, low-level is the contract of the devil, and higher-level is the contract of the beggar. …… In other words, the Virgin of the antler was one who leaned against man in such summons, and at its end fell in love with the young man, the contractor, and, although he tried to be united, it collapsed without fulfillment"

To the first Biblical truth to hear, Dia turned her eyes round.

When it came to that, what had previously believed was the journey of a business partnership between demons and humans, as well as the backdrop of the love of one demon.

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Has he also been troubled to live with his beloved, who has done so many miracles and salvations?

Lowering his eyebrows as to why he could not be bound, Dilvier tells us what caused the upside down.

"In humans and outsiders, fundamental body creation is different. In this world, only humans do not possess natural sorcery. Instead, you already have a magic circuit that handles magic through your body, and it's the magic range that shows the upper limit, right?

"Yeah. At that time, your resistance to enchantment becomes a magic resistance value, right?

The word resistance value did not exist in Fursital.

There are no occasions when the magic of the land is so thin that it may have been necessary, and to leave the word behind was unbearable to the people of Pharsital who would have decided that there was nothing to gain.

Dia learned the word resistance because Noyne taught her.

Initially, Noyne told me that the contract between the two of them had become familiar with Dia, and that Noyne's frequent visits had led to the adjustment of the magic foundation around Dia's living building.

Yesterday, however, as a result of the misconceptions between the two sides, Dilvier squatted under the decorative tree, and said that Dia's body, which continued to eat what Noyne made, raised the resistance value, so that even if more people had to be nearby, it would no longer have a negative impact.

"When it comes to human beings, or when we like certain human beings and bring them into our own country, we need ideas to prevent them from being compromised by our magic."

"That was a meal if it was noin."

"All spirits must be common to take in at meals. On top of that, each genealogy gives a testimony of a partner, such as a ring or necklace. But Master Noyne is also special. Few of the higher spirits would be good at cooking that way. Because most spirits say they give the fruit they grow, small baked confectionery, sugar confectionery, etc. Also, the kings and nobles of genealogy often give food made by their subjects."

(Right. That's why that painting in the church depicted a table with a treat and a spirit...)

That's what Dia thought, as a matter of fact, she snorted her throat.

The painting is a series, and it belongs to other outsiders.

When it comes to it, while it makes the human greed that obstructs faith seem to have been portrayed as embedded in the temptations of the outsiders, does the original meaning admonish as sin that it goes to the realm on that side?

(Is there, for example, an aspect of the lack of guilt for the Solemnity to Girasfi, which has consisted of the formation of this country, of the acts of education and faith......)

"Maybe fairies do that in dance?

"Yeah. We also have the meaning of dancing and… stepping in a little bit more, but with that sort of thing. Demons give you rings that cut out their own magic."

"..................... the dragon"

"As for dragons, they require tough flesh that can withstand their turn, so if they don't reach that standard, they will build up their workouts, gather blessings through adventures, etc. to raise their magic ranks, etc."

"...... it was more training than I thought. So the painting of the commandments in the Pharsital left behind a painting on the subject of power..."

I see.

So, Dia gets one more understanding here.

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The Church is dedicated to the Virgin of the Horn, but at the same time, that diocese must have been a device to end the days spent with the unbelievable and to enclose it in a fairy tale.

The forms left there are not all that honor the faith itself, they can also be described as faith created for man.

"..................... Has the Virgin of the antler forgotten to give the ring to your opponent?

"No, I guess I kept giving it away. Several rings were tamed to the body little by little, but it was not enough to connect the body where I thought it would be enough. Killing someone by loving them is a tragedy like nothing else."

Nodding at the words, Dia looked across the window.

Wherever I brought it from, the supper prepared at Dilvier's hands was all wonderful.

The royal palace dish, delivered for Dia, is eaten mumbling at night by a lark like an elongated towel right on the side.

Occasionally, this is so overthrown, apparently because it contains the poison of snow daffodil nectar.

That said, the stimulation is also delicious, and when I woke up again soon, I started eating again.

It's a dining landscape of a towel that rings nymphomaniacally, so staring at it makes my mind slightly unstable, and Dia rushes her gaze back to the dish in front of her.

Dust and hot air are mushroom cream soup, so much so that a sip will make your eyes curl over its deliciousness.

Roasted beef with thick sauce is soft, accompanied by a small cheese gratin of potatoes and a grasse of gemstone-like cut carrots.

Above the gratin was adorned with edible flowers, with a refreshing flavour like lemon when eaten in one bite.

The salad, which still contains warm roasted chestnuts, fried eggplant, and the like, is filled and colored with crushed chives, in addition to the dressing.

Appetizers served with cream of fennel on smoked salmon mousse and winter vegetables are like poor cakes scattered with consomme jules.

All the food was very tasty.

The feeling of happiness that fills my stomach was unparalleled, and Dilvier said that all this dish was made by Noyne.

But on this last night.

And on Dia's favorite Ibmerian night, Noyne was still not here.

"Can I have the cake already?

"Fugu................ I've eaten two more"

"Now, let's make some tea"

Dia meets the delicious tea of the first time again, as the smiling dilvier brewed her tea.

But eventually, the cake on the plate was gone, and Dia had to bathe and get ready for bed for the ball tomorrow.

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That's what Dia, who chose revenge over his beloved prince, should make it his top priority.

And tonight is supposed to be the night you have to think about it all.

Initially planned, I indulged in the Ibmerian mood while looking at decorative trees, and I had a little chat with Noin, who I'm sure would come to visit, after which I should have already spent tomorrow's farewell.

Because it is tomorrow that Dia will be killed, I believe that Noyne will surely come on this day, and I wondered if it would be the last luxury, and as a result I was excited to be able to spend Ibmeria with my favorite Noyne.

(So I'm cunning......)

Dia prioritized her family until the end.

I made it a priority to help my family that stormy night, and this time, I have to survive until tomorrow night to get revenge, and I can't share this thought with Noyne.

How dare you keep everything that way to yourself, but how dare you miss Noyne on Ibmerian night?

(Only on the Day of the Dead can the dead rise to earth, so I can no longer see Ibmeria)

Even though it was the last time, it was just Dia's selfish thoughts that made her sad like that.

So Dia chewed up the extra of my life and swallowed up the pieces of my heart that it was my fault that my breasts were too painful.

Slowly, the night slows down.

The beauty outside the window was a fairytale look, and Dilvier helped me dry my hair as I gently twitched to the wonder that there were people in the room even when I bathed, and my face skin was carefully applied lotion and cream.

I've already taken off my favorite dress I wore for Ibmeria, and the long hair I had tied up was down, and the dinner on the table was beautifully flattened and cleaned up.

"Well, let me back off, but if you need anything, please give me your name"

"Yes. Thank you again today. All you have to do now is sleep, so please rest."

When Dirvier lowered, the large room was shimmered.

Because I really want to look out the window, I have the curtains open just a little bit.

If the clock needle passes midnight, the candle fire decorating the garden will be extinguished, and all decorations will be removed by tomorrow morning.

Dia spent the last hour of Ibmeria's respite, just about two more minutes, in the tranquility of feeling nostalgic for some reason.

(Tomorrow night, I'll be killed)

Even after all these days, Dia couldn't forgive those who killed her family, and at the same time, it was thirteen years that I still didn't think Dia was necessary for the people of this country.

I have chosen a vengeance knife for them at the ball tomorrow, but I think of all the ways I've thought about it so far.

Unfortunately, we did not benefit our collaborators.

Even those involved in Girasfi's solemnity seemed to be just as vigilant, and they did not get the opportunity for Dia to come into contact with those who were dissatisfied with the way the country is today.

(In the first place, it's just a personal grudge that I think about revenge. As a result, the royal choice was wrong and this country has touched upon the contraindications of what no man has to do, but it is only a theory of results. wouldn't it have been difficult for me to be the flag of some activity or participate in that movement, equal to no righteousness)

So Dia ended up alone.

Still, if you're getting married as the First Princess, you could have played an injustice that would do the country a great disservice from that standpoint, and since you were poisoned by the water, you've thought about treating the same poison, taking the poisoned water and putting it away.

(But now,............ I can knife me. Without me, no one will know what contraindications this country has touched, and through this I will be at the helm of a policy that they will suffer deeper obstacles......)

That was a means of revenge because we were able to reunite with an outsider named Noyne.

Because I found out, I can be sure that it will call for disaster.

On the other hand, what about with Noine?

Even if Dilvier has solved the misunderstanding, he is still a high spirited man.

The promise is certainly broken, so I guess we won't be talking about something again unless Dia officially apologizes, and it would be reasonable to think he still won't tolerate Dia any more than Ricardo and the people of this country have shown a bad taste in admiring the stage of killing Dia.

If the story is to be used as a classic, it is the outsiders who can curse and kill the woman they love even as much as they drank the water from the fountain they were told not to drink, and at least a little more mercy is always just a discretionary statement by humans who do not understand the difference in species attributes.

(..................... so I don't want it while I'm alive. There is a vengeance to be done. Even if it's Noine, he can't be killed until he finishes what he has to do.)

Puffiness, puffiness, quiet whispers and wishes fall to the surface of my heart.

I have a resolute determination and a naive wish to overturn it.

Get lost, shake your head, and get lost again.

My heart shakes like a wind watching chicken swinging in the wind all the time and still returns to the same place.

(What I really want to do is I can't do it anymore)

I laugh at teasing, throw away revenge, etc., and I just want to leave you with a convenient option to keep yourself alive and spoil yourself.

That must be very normal, and it would be nice to feel guilty.

But Dia's not normal anymore.

Hearing the sound of another person, another person, and their loved ones falling unharmed and letting go, on that stormy day, somewhere in Dia broke to such an extent that it could not be applied by hand.

So even if you don't want to get out of here, Dia still comes back to the door of revenge.

Many times, many times.

It's like, a maze in a nightmare.

And every time, they poke at the brutality and ugliness of just trying to ruin a lot of people for one's own sake so that they could see the monster in the mirror.

"........................ eh,"

Outside the window, overlooking the beautiful evening garden.

Every time she immersed herself in that beauty of the night, Dia felt relief and chest pain leaning against something very important, facing her own sins, and still liked the night.

Why is there a hole in my heart when I ate something so delicious until earlier and drank tea brewed for me by a beautiful fairy?

From there, is it because tonight is still the last Ibmeria that the sense of happiness that I have just saved drips away?

Inhales trembling breath and bites back teeth.

However, even when my heart was empty so that I could not rush to tears, the pain of crushing my chest pushed me.

"………………………………………"

It was a very, very lonely night, and Dia cried a lot, pushing her voice to death.

Squeezing, swallowing and crying, he cried like a child in Dia's birdcage in a wide, no-one's building at night.

But when I cry a lot, I get tired, and at the end of the day, I end up eating one delicious biscuit I had hidden under my bedroom.

This was given to me by the knight for Mukumgrease, so it was the only stockpile of food Dia could eat safely.

At the end of my miserable and lonely life, it was too daunting, and the usual night.

"Dia."

Going to bed now, Dia, who rubbed her eyes and then tried to make her way to the bedroom, was fluttered and squeezed from behind by the lid.

Looking back, it was Noyne there.

(Noin..................?

He swallows his breath and Dia blinks slowly.

I put my hand there to check the temperature of my tightly held arm to see if it wasn't a mistake, and when I was held tighter, my chest filled with unspoken, rough emotional twists.

"It's Ibmeria tonight, will you stay up for a little while?"

"........................ Huh"

"If you promise me that you will remain held by me, I can take you to the Ibmerian festival outside the country, but what do you do?

"Yes, I'm going!!

"…………… OK. Then you'd better get dressed first."

Lifted fluffy and pressed against her forehead, Dia exhaled a sigh of relief that peeled and dropped something cold and sad from the bottom of her stomach, rather than the occasional high sounds of her sweet breasts.

Instead of annoying the tears that have twitched and seeped in, for some reason Noine laughs small and drops one mouthful on Dia's forehead.

"..................... noin?

"Look, Dia. At the ball tomorrow, neither I nor Dilvier are next door, but still the contract and the guardianship are in your hands. Because I'm a spirit, I don't have a human ethic. Don't worry about it. That's all I can tell him now, but... Exactly tomorrow, the process on this side will be over, including contractual adjustments to the land"

"It is……,"

"Until I finish your story, I'll see to it. If the consideration I get from you is no longer tied to the end, come to this side then. As it stands, the qualities of conclusion and expiration attached to the backdrop of what I myself preside over are also easy to tie to the end..."

His eyes trembled with glimmers and tears zeroed from Dia's open eyes.

Noyne, who still holds Dia in her arms as she twirls back, had a prayerful look rather than smiling in a good mood.

(Actually, I'm not sure what they're saying...)

That's the Spirit's word. It's only a little difficult for a very dia, and that difficulty was what was preventing him from understanding.

But still good.

Because there is noin here and Ibmeria is not finished yet.

That was enough happiness, and what was ahead didn't matter anymore.

"..................... Hmm, is this what this is all about"

"Well,... I'm dressed before I know it"

"We don't have time, so tonight is special. Come on, we're going out. Don't let go of me."

"…………… Yes"

I stuck around a lot as the king of my favorite night country held me like a child.

If you open the window, there's snow blowing in.

A glance at the large decorative tree of the Royal Palace of Fursital, seen from there, Noyne snorted.

When I saw the Ibmerian decorative tree in the town I was headed to, I was confidently told that this stuff would no longer go inside the decorative tree, and Dia smiled small.