The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

When I woke up, it was a snowy morning.

The snow, which continues to sink, falls into the garden, and the decorative trees that were visible beyond the window are no longer there.

The leash that had been decorated on the door leading to the queen's garden had also disappeared, and the footprints on the snow that had accumulated in the garden had already been hidden.

Ibmeria is over.

Let's temporarily look back at the dreamy time and shake the brilliance of something called a happy time.

She woke up with a fluffy, fluffy rose and sweet sugar confectionery scent, wondering if it would be morning tea, and Dia quickly plugged her hand under her pillow.

(…………… there was)

Among the water-colored bags removed from it is a rose twig ornament in the town of Ibmeria last night, bought by Noyne.

The crystalline stone, which thus has a slight mint green when seen in the morning light, was as beautiful as ever without the benefit of anything as brilliant as it was last night.

When he takes it out of the bag and looks at it inadvertently, he does something about it, and Dia retightens her expression.

Tonight will be the night of Dia's life following that stormy night.

The restlessness like a temporary residence finally remained unlost, but still at some point he looks around at the room, which has become a daily view, and again drops his gaze on the decorations in his hands.

Then what do you think?

Wouldn't the waters of my mind, which were deliberately and disturbingly wavering, calm down perfectly?

Dia blinked quietly and gently stroked the glittering ornament in her hand.

Even if you close your eyes, its brilliance keeps descending into the abyss of your heart like diamond dust.

('Cause it's time for Mr. Dilvier to come and wake me up...)

Dia exhaled so much after thinking about it, she looked next to her and she was stifled once again.

For some reason also, I see water colored hair in the compartment next to the sleeping table.

Since my heart is about to stop when I notice it, I would like you to stop sleeping in a futon.

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"Good morning, Dear Dia. If you're uncomfortable, you can drop it off your sleeping table."

"Good morning, Mr. Dilvier. Well, it's going to be tough to drop, and I'm going to get up now, so I'm going to throw this spirit away here."

"That's a good idea, too. We've got some good tea for you this morning, as it seems to have been blessed by Noyne."

"………… Blessings"

Here, Dia remembered what she said last night, and she jumped back up in a position where she woke herself up on the sleeping table.

The night light sea is smiling softly at the person who turned red and showed his butt vertical jump silently.

"…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Oh, I can't tell you. And when you are as high as Master Noyne, you will not be blessed without your heart because what you grant will be rare. There must be no difference in perception because of different races. Please be aware of that."

"………… Shifuku"

Dia shrugged and murmured at the destructiveness of so many mental memories.

But I snorted at Dilvier, who looked at me still, thinking just a little bit before nodding.

At a time like this, I guess we have to be properly pleased with that when it comes to what humans should do.

"........................ Yes. Noyne seemed so sweet to such a wretched person, much more than I thought."

"Dear Dear Dia, please revisit such perception. Spirit obsession is unacceptable. Unlike humans, we only want what we want. That doesn't compare to something like crumbstone given in sympathy or charity"

That's what they said when they said they intended to think and respond, and Dia blinked.

Rather than say I was humble, I answered that because I was still at the stage of exploring and walking, but Dilvier has a slightly unpleasant look on his face.

(Right. This kind of recognition is rude.)

One more thing, knowing about the outsiders, Dia wondered what was going on.

Based on our previous interactions with Noine, it may also be rude to wish you could tell us everything for free.

But I couldn't just leave something I didn't know.

(Here, wouldn't Mr. Dilvier sneak up on something to clarify......)

"Mr. Dilvier... I guess I'm still not familiar with you guys. Even if the scary outsider who often appears in the story likes him, that's why he can't forgive the fact that he broke his promise."

"..................... Dear Dear Dia?

"Well, I can actually think a little bit from last night that maybe Noyne cares about me, not in that way. But what I'm saying is, I'm human. I don't know much about it..."

"..................... man, say it"

"Yikes! It is against the rule that the person is awake!!

Noyne, with a dazed eye somewhere, rose up peeling, and Dia rushed to evacuate to the edge of the bedroom.

I can't stand the mysterious development of trying to pull information out of the way, and if the object is easily asleep, I can still stand it, but I can't stand the mystery of sitting side by side on the same sleeping table.

Dia and I are ladies.

"Meh, you shouldn't!! This is a lady's bedroom, so you shouldn't go up on your own!!

"............... this is right, in the human royal palace, he also had an inconvenience in nurturing this guy's emotions. This is going to be a long task, including folding perceptions."

"Yeah, I've been ready for a while now."

"... have you two not told us something very rude?

The phrase broke into the delicate maiden's bedroom, and Dia frowned too much at the trick.

I don't know about this one, but does the Spirit mean a creature with a system that sleeps on its own next door?

Sleep is a sanctuary.

I hope it's Noyne, but if a wild spirit sneaks in next door to undermine it in the future, how is Dia supposed to deal with it?

Maybe you should also tell me how to get rid of it.

(Suppose I have a day ahead of me with Noine...)

"What, you're hungry already"

"Guru!!

"Dirvier, you're roaring. Get him ready."

"……… to the point of becoming. Looks like you have a problem too..."

"What?"

Dilvier, who somehow held his forehead with one hand, first helped Dia with her demeanour.

Being Dia and an independent woman, she washed her face and combed her hair with a brush and was neat, but she was brought back in front of the mirror bench by Dirvier, who looked stern, tilting her neck.

"Oh, boy, you're a handful"

"I've accomplished all my tasks, haven't I? I applied lotion, and the cream is done."

"The lotion is not just applied to the cheeks, and the cream is the same. And if you comb your hair with a brush, one side is not enough"

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

When Dilvier took good care of me and a human being nagged by the hassle of morning support moved into the next room, there was a noin there, oops, sipping a relaxing cup of tea in the condition that this was the owner of the room.

Sitting on a bench was elegant and heart-shaking, but the human being was very rough who could hardly put on a tea with a good smell.

"..................... Did you apply lotion, too, Noyne?

"You don't need me. Some spirits like to treat it as a hobby."

"Wouldn't it be unfair to have so many hands on my morning tea?"

"Do we need to be fair there? That's what humans like to take care of."

"... it's a mistake."

Mumbling in a dark voice, Dia wandered around the bench only a little hesitant before sitting next to it to be invited to the gaze of Noyne, who saw this one.

After sitting down, I am anxious to fulfill it and wonder if it suits the Spirit's methods.

"Noine doesn't get mad that I sat next to her?

"Why not?"

"In the first place, should we refrain from frequently raising forest creatures to your room in order not to pull them away from the wild..."

"Look, stop setting that Mukumgrease standard right now"

"So, Noyne, have you come to many human castles and not been abused by your people?

"You won't. Hey, don't stroke me!

Has Noyne forgotten how many times she was stroking Dia's head last night?

I wonder if this gentle Spirit will be on his side, forcing him not to disturb Dia, who inadvertently showed him where he was crying.

Dia also tried stroking her best to take care of this creature, which was made very intrusive, but Dia has that worry about Dia.

Humans are very selfish and greedy, so if you end up here and don't have any hope of ever after, it's not something I learned about beyond what I can't get, but if what's here stays in my hands, I want to take care of it and make sure it doesn't get missing or broken.

There was no way that the differences in species attributes could obscure it amidst the perceived problems, and Dia tried, in the words as they were, to tell her why she was stroking the king of the kingdom of the night.

Then for some reason, isn't Noyne and Dilvier looking at each other?

"I mean, Dear Dear,... if it were to belong to your realm, you care about Master Noyne, right?

"Yes, I care about myself, so I can't afford to devote my heart to what turns out to be contempt for me. Looking at you two, fairies and spirits seem to have that temperament, so we should be clear around here, right?

"..................... just in case, what did you do if Master Noyne didn't show you mercy?

"I'll throw it away from your heart."

"..................... oh, that's"

"Initially, the conclusion was supposed to be after death, so if Noyne hadn't twisted me in the mood, I'd hurry to go sightseeing to soothe my sneezing heart. We've already wasted some time on confessions, so we have to act as quickly as we can."

"Hey, put aside what's wrong with the premise, what's the second half?"

"Well. The human dead can only get out on earth on the day of the dead, right? Besides, in general, it seems like about five times you can come out on the ground. I have to see a lot of places in those few opportunities, so I guess I'll have to be desperate there."

"Hmm. That's how you change your mind, so maybe humans are brutal creatures for sure"

Here Dia is lifted up on her knees by a sighing noise.

I wanted you to put it back on its original seat because it's embarrassing, but maybe this is how the Spirit works.

"I don't have that plan."

"... this was all part of my plan, but I'm sure something different is about to happen already, right?

Noyne's purple eyes are flattered when he asks.

There was a glimpse of the familiar grudge and some masculine and satisfying fierceness, and Dia crept into an unfamiliar look.

"..................... you seem fragile and the fruit, strange and overly thoughtful. Be sure to report it before you do anything strange."

"But at the ball today, you can have a cup of suprit in the glass, right?

A sparkling wine with bubbles is always prepared for a toast in a place like a ball.

Since only on the spot can Ricardo be directed to mouth certain drinks, Ricardo will undoubtedly be the first to poison the toast sprites.

So if you ask so, Dia smiled slightly at Noyne, who moaned small with a smile on her face.

There is a strange serenity when you are in your arms like this, and Noyne has a different impression of the inside and the outside.

When I'm being held up and talking, I don't feel the cruelty of an outsider throwing away a pawn I played with appropriately, and on the contrary, I think I'm getting more alert that I'm afraid to capture Dia and this creature doesn't know what she's going to do.

That distorted innocence made me kind of loving, and Dia decided to try and tell me how she was.

Today's the only day.

Because I want something to say and stare at, and I just want it to be troublesome to lose, and there's something that's so nice, but Dia's a tough man, my poor man, who won't even take a hand out of revenge.

So by failing to prepare or check, you must absolutely avoid mourning or rubbing it off.

It's not enough to be smiled at that you'll see, and I feel that Dia's drawings are still full of what she has.

Now Noyne isn't telling me not to drink Sprite, and he's also telling me what to do after he's dead, where to meet him on the day of the dead.

Then we're in trouble.

Greedy men want more certainty that they can grasp.

"Make yourself comfortable that far. But don't make too much noise."

"Even though you admit that much, isn't Noyne too happy that I have an exciting post-mortem tourist plan?

"I don't even seem to know that. There's a problem, but even if I did, you were saying it."

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Here Dia intensified her distrust just a little, peeking into the eyes of the Spirit who was letting her body go a little and becoming a chair for me.

The suprit in the glass that will be served at the ball tonight is definitely poisoned with lethal amounts.

Noyne and I know exactly what it means to drink it.

In other words, Dia goes to the land of the dead when the ball is over.

Because the land of the dead cannot be filled with outsiders other than the king of the dead, Dia must wait for the day of the dead, which is almost a year from now, if we are to talk slowly afterwards.

If you ask me to stop revenge now, but I can't accept that either, but if you're going to reach out to Dia afterwards, I also want to make sure you don't have to wait that long for the conclusion to flutter.

"I'm a very timid person, so I don't need anything that doesn't choose me until after I die.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"............ even as far as I am concerned, I just want to reassure you in clear words, you are a people of Pharsital. I want to avoid touching the magic of the Spirit of Death that curses the people of this country by communicating words that should convince you. The genealogy of the end, whether cursed or blessed, can tie the other person or his surroundings to the end just by getting involved."

"..................... the act of making it into words touches something?

Speaking of one pillar of the Night's Seat, I was only a little surprised that Noyne, also a king, told me that, but the outsiders are also creatures bound by the promise of witchcraft.

That's why the magician at the beginning was able to attach a contract of service with the king of the kingdom at night, and Dia was able to sign a contract with Noyne.

(Sure, in fairytales, there are occasions when the hero, who drives, attaches the cooperation of high-ranking fairies and demons in a contract, but that's because the promise to them makes so much sense...)

Well, Dia snorted at the creatures who seemed to be able to do anything and were unable to do anything, knowing that the outsiders who were broken their promises were exasperated because they would be tied to that reason too.

I thought I had to show honesty to the noin who taught me this and tell him that I understood the infirmity.

"Witchcraft is a word. Me and you have a contract in the first place that will see you through to the end of your choices. The contracts I have made with other outsiders who hold the rights of this country for the future will be so effective by destroying the contracts that the people of this country have made with me in a way that leaves no room for recovery."

"As for my contract with Noine, I was wondering if that would probably happen. As for the latter, it is true that my survival makes it possible to claim that there are still those in the house of Girasfi, so either way, it remains the same for both sides to assume that the people of this country will kill me.......... Mugg?!

To Dia, who said that in a quiet voice, Noyne somehow shoves a baked treat out of nowhere into her mouth.

With a bite of baked confectionery, Dia glanced at him wondering if this spirit thought Dia was depressed.

"... Noyne, I was the one who wanted that revenge, wasn't I? I am also one of those who want the people of this country to break their promises to you, so I will not lament the fact that the contract is in such a way that no one and no one else will see him badly.......... you knew my revenge was to kill me, didn't you? Ning Lo, I can't believe you're being used for human revenge."

"The only means you've chosen is that you understand that that's all that makes sense to your agreement with us. There will be no spirits who think they have taken advantage of it. When it comes to demons, they're twisted, so I don't know how to take it."

(............... that's fine there)

Hmm nodding, Dia thanked Noyne for at least not making this measure unpleasant.

I thought you might see as much of what Dia was trying to do, but I guess the feeling that she would take it as a natural flow without even being absurd when it was used is still different from humans.

Dia, who was completely enlivened by a bite of baked confectionery, decided to try to sort out the content of the conversation so far.

"To sum up,............... magic is something that gets exchanged in words, so you can't contractually touch what lies ahead until I finish me off, can you? Can we also recognize that we cannot start new things until the people of this country have broken their promises without escape, even after negotiations with others who have the right to this country?

"To the entity, I don't want to fall into the pitfalls of a magic pledge. The qualities of night have a high affinity with the end in the first place. What I'm negotiating is the spirits of death who cursed Fursital and the demons of the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce involved in the distribution of Colhem. It's because they're so hot, too. Don't let the witchcraft procedures and contracts slip away and the foundations of witchcraft shake and drop what's on top. But even your family."

"About my family........................?

It was Dilvier who told me that.

In Noyne, who is chewing on contracts around Dia directly, he says there are words that are not worthy of mentioning.

"The qualities of the night are easy to tie to the prophecy too, so let me take them from here. I'm also a genealogist at night, but I don't have enough power to tie a lot of noin-like into the night."

"Yes, thank you."

"Dear Dia's family was originally the only family to be excluded from the curse of the Spirit of Death laid on the Fursital. That's why Lady Noyne allowed the people of Farsital to live permanently on this land after negotiations with the people of Girasfi."

"..................... Were you?

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have responded to the negotiations in the first place. I don't care how spared the producers of Colhem, I'm not crazy enough to lay my hands on the prey of a rough end."

Dia was asked all of Farsital's interests, which were not even written in her favorite picture book.

Previously on Dia, there was a part of me that felt sympathy for the beginning mage, but now that I know I was married, such sympathy has to be rounded up and thrown away somewhere.

"All the while, that one was a scrap..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Don't worry. He's still paying for what he's done."

Noyne seemed to think Dia would be happy to hear that, but I honestly feel that's not scary, and Dia obscures her response by drinking tea.

As a human being, I want you to remember that very early after holding on to some terrible reprisals.

"Your family, who should not have been on the table of the curse of the Spirit of Death, also ended up falling into the hands of the end in the form of a leg pulled by the deed of its cursed fursital. If it were, it wouldn't have been strange if the royal ones who touched this contract had fallen to an end................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... If descent attracts a curse, then marriage, which has been entered into several times with the royal family, may also be a factor."

"..................... My father entered Girasfi from the royal family as son-in-law. Even before that, I heard my great-grandmother was married to the royal family."

"Maybe that's why you're also born a royal human being who inherits the characteristics of Girasfi in colour. The current Second Prince will be on one side or the other."

"Well, His Highness Jill Reid..................?

"In his case, he might be attracted to this side."

As Dia leaned her neck towards Noyne, who shrugged so with some bad smile, the Spirit, who smiled all the time, revealed one amazing truth to me.

"That prince's mate is a fairy."

"……… is a cliché"

"For fairies who prefer some humans, there is no more ignorant and easy prey to catch than humans in this country. You're born with the qualities you like, and you don't have a birthday blessing, and you don't have a fairy repellent while walking carelessly."

"Were there fairies like that in this country as well?

"I'm from our genealogy. He seemed to like the prince during the incident thirteen years ago, and he said he would make the right house to stay here, but that must have been the daughter of the Earl's family who became his partner."

"..................... there are some things in the world you shouldn't know. I will never know how that person became Jill Reid's bride again."

Dilvier nodded at me with a mysterious face when Dia declared so, having perceived that there was a story in the shadow of the marriage between the Second Prince and the Countess that she could not hear in some serenity.

The fairy erosion of that hand would be a little irritating for humans, I'm pretty sure the story would be a rather tragic development.

Dilvier pours an alternative to the cup that Dia has completely emptied for the less delicious taste of tea that is dusty and hot.

Even to Dia, who has revealed what a selfish and cunning genuineness, Noyne doesn't have a fed up bare gesture, but seems to be trying to do his best to convey the status quo.

"So? Are you convinced yet?

"Am I supposed to go to the Land of the Dead for one second after I've done the Spree all the time?

"I'll take it after I drink it. You don't have to go to the land of the dead."

"........................ Mm"

(Does that mean I can stay beside Noyne, not the land of the dead? Maybe that's the part where I negotiated with the Spirit of Death..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Dia for the Spirit of Death is a man of the cursed fursital along with being Girasfi.

But if they kill you and you're dead, maybe you can get out of that circle.

Though thinking that maybe we could stay together long after the dead, Dia admonished herself not to expect too much, she only dreamed of a glorious second life.

Ever.

No, the dead say when their souls are round, they're reincarnated, so at least until then, all the time.

If I can stay with Noine, I wish I could devise a way to keep my soul from circling.

"Noine, I'll pay the price, so I just want to ask you one thing."

"............... what. In some cases, we'll dismiss it."

"Can you hold this rose ornament for the duration of the ball? I don't want to lose it."

"Damn. That's about it, I'll make it happen without consideration."

"Well, okay?

"You don't have to pay the price because you seem in a good mood."

"........................ dilvier"

The decorations that Dia had deposited with Noyne were given through a beautiful chain of similar materials to the part where they were through a thin ribbon, which became a delicate hobby necklace.

They say the chains, which look like vitreous craftsmanship with a pale, pale, night color on them, are blessing stones scraped out of the magic of Noyne.

By placing a grain stone of night crystals at regular intervals in the chain, Dia exhales a blissful sigh from the relief installed where the important decorations can be touched at any time, as her neck becomes less childish wearing a ballroom dress.

"Heh heh, no one would have worn such a lovely necklace anywhere at the ball tonight. I'm just a little sad that everyone's trying to kill me, but with this necklace, it seems like there's nobody better than me."

"Fine, then, behave with dignity no matter what happens today"

"Yes."

That's what Dilvier told me when I was starting to feel completely like an educator, and Dia snorted.

Dia is a vengeful man.

If so, stretch your spine and head there.

Of course, that readiness and determination will not be absolution marks for the suffering that I swallowed that day.

That's why Dia took revenge.