The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball
Talk After: Orchards at Night and Seasonal Tastes
It snows furiously.
The sky looking up in the realm of evening genealogy was a gloomy bluish gray, and Dia exhaled with cheer and admiration at the beauty with the falling snow pale and brilliant of blessings.
(Such a beautiful day..................)
And yet, how can I be hiding my little secrets and hurting my chest with tears?
When she thought so and sneezed just a little, Dia shook her head and paid off as she sifted through the anxiety that was stiff in her heart.
This is Dia's new home now.
Besides, the race is different in the first place, so just as there is joy, isn't it natural to have anxiety and dissatisfaction?
Someday, I should have been prepared for that, that there might be a bridge that peels off without meshing.
He growled his nose dull and Dia stared at the empty bench.
My fiancée often sat in this beautiful, grapevine-colored, velvety bench when I was spending time in the two rooms.
Bring in the paperwork and do the errands, or flutter out the plate with the treats, and you two can fry up some delicious tea and have a chat.
That said, such a gentle time lasted until Noyne got busy.
Noyne, the lord of this castle, has been away since last night.
There is a New Year's Eve night club of people who have to be held over many nights, where they attend.
They're also taking Dia if a few more blessings settle in, but now, I'm still leaving you with the message that I'm more likely to be unwell to my body.
(So Noin wonders what people he meets and what people he dances with......)
Thinking of it that way, Dia breathes sharply and heavily, as the misery of the missed bridge seems to stand out.
If it were my heart, how good would it have been?
If your mind is wrong, you can repair as many as you want with care.
However, the discord between the two people who are so anxious about Dia is that it is the difference between the Spirit and the human race that made it possible for them to think that it is still better to spend time with one another.
(........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Will Mr. Dirvier still be my guardian............?
Wake up alone and look up at the beautiful snow sky by yourself.
Around the castle of Noin lies a rich forest, a beautiful forest of trees with white and green leaves overlooking the windows, whose leaf tips, even if covered by snow, host a pale light of blessing.
Forest crystals where blessings and sorcery grow elaborately in blooming flowers even in the snow.
The nectar turned blue and white flames at night, and the fairies were dancing with great shavings under the brilliance of diamond dust.
What a beautiful world this is.
The country where Dia lived was just too closed, but this way a peek into the new world makes my chest hot for that surprise and joy.
If, after seeing so many beautiful things, the door that leads there is shut completely, can Dia live without frustration?
(Instead of getting something normal, I've got so many special things......)
As the wood-incense rose fairies who made me an exclusive samurai said, the awareness that I was immersed in a rare grace even in the eyes of the humans of the outside world was disproportionate even to Dia.
That's why Dia's chest would be torn apart with sadness and dismay if she were dumped for looking like a wilderness with nothing to eat after she was fed a lot of the finest treats.
"Well, you're Lady Noyne's beloved?..................... even though you don't have fur?
So that day, the misplaced lady asked me that in the corridor of the Royal Castle of Food and Recreation at night, and I accidentally circled my eyes because I didn't think fur would be the standard either.
Since moving to Noyne's Castle like this, I thought there would be occasions like this somewhere someday, and in reality this has happened several times before.
Dia is not only a person with no dealings whatsoever, but also a person of fursital who has gathered blame.
If such a thing were known, there would surely be some backlash.
It's not hard to imagine how many bitterness and advice were secretly processed just to not be informed, for Dia, who has lived in the Royal Palace.
(……… but fur……)
Dia, who had fallen on her way, first stared at the lady, who stood in the front seriously to grasp the right fur.
Standing there is a lady in a wolf-shaped dress on bipedal, with beautiful watery furs, blue eyes glowing like jewels.
It makes me want to stroke around too fluffy and if this is the right thing to do, I'm pretty sure Dia is too sloppy.
Indeed, without this and mundane provision, it was Chante, the samurai head of the wood incense rose, who lifted her beautiful willow brow softly and praised the woman for her impudent calling, against Dia, who was staring seriously at that woman.
Chante, a rose fairy of high ranking among plant genealogies, is a glowing beautiful woman.
Sleek and taller than Dia, this feminine limb with lemon curly hair and lemon feathers is as perfect as a beautiful woman in a picture.
That said, most of the human-shaped fairies, including the Dilvier clan, are so beautiful that they get in trouble.
Looking at the contrast between her narrowly bracketed hips and her abundant breasts, Dia feels like she has become a stuffed animal for children.
It was also about knowing one of the big differences between being human or not.
"Dear Dia is the king's official fiancée. I am a young fairy who has only just been derived, but I know what Noyne wanted because she is Dear. If you want to be blamed for the king's choice, ask the king of night food after seeing it."
"Well, poor human samurai talk a lot, even if they're not wanted. If you understand the difference in level yourself,............ what is it?!
"Dear Dear Dear?!
"........................ Phew, I'm sorry. My fluffy tail was loose, so I couldn't stand it................ how is this fur so beautiful! How are such beautiful tails taken care of?
".................. eh,"
A blinding human suddenly eagled her tail, and the lady in wolf retreated.
But they're grabbing my tail, so I can't escape, and I'm looking around like I'm asking for help.
Chante is the one who made the face that it's gone.
This samurai had lost sight of what the precious lady, who had finally retrieved from the hands of the foolish Fursital humans, would be distracted by.
"Dear Dear Dia, I know you love fur, but you can't be such a mean spirit tail. Please let go of my hand."
"But Chante, such a handy tail, I've never touched it before. I am fluffier than my brother-in-law's fur, so I will definitely take this and go home and put it on my pillow..."
"Dear Dear Dia, have you forgotten that Master Dilvier scolded you for trying to hunt the tail of a night-style demon before this? At least don't hunt the creatures in the castle."
"Pillows………"
As Dia clenched her tail and stared up, the watery furry lady sifted and shook her head.
My ears are falling asleep completely, so I guess evil humans are about to hunt my tail and scare me.
But the cunning man did not take the situation into account.
When he looks around sharply like an assassin and confirms that no one but himself is in this corridor, he nods harshly at Chante.
Chante, we don't have any witnesses right now.
"No, ma'am. Even if there were no witnesses, what would you do with the rest of your body?"
"Well, I won't take anything to life. I want to be a lady who can also take care of the natural environment, so it's my policy to take this lovely tail away and then you're free to go home now."
The spirits in wolves who heard it knew the hidden figure of the king's fiancée and rushed to pull through his tail, but Dia, who had predicted such a thing, did not let go of his tail with disappointment.
"As you pointed out, I don't seem to have enough fur. Take this and go home, I'll add a little more."
"Dear Dear Dia, So if you give me the look that you can go..."
"Mmmm..."
"Wow, there would be no reason to give you my tail!! What a horrible human child!
"Hmm. Human beings may be evil and greedy at times that way. But I've always wanted to be honest with myself."
"..................... hey, someone! Who... Well..."
The lady who tried to ask for help looks behind Dia and circles her eyes.
As you lay your eyes down on the heel, the lustrous furrows tingle your beautiful ears.
Unfortunately, the tail remained eagled by an evil human being, but what he had slightly bowed down to is more graceful and feminine than any lady he had seen in the royal palace of Farsital.
It was Noyne, dressed as a night club return, who stood ahead looking back at that gaze.
(……………………,)
Noyne in a pitch-black outfit highlights her glorious beauty as much as she breathes, and her purple eyes shine brightly as they are watering the light from the inside out.
Hair like spinning gemstones was knotted up only slightly, and the outfit with plenty of evening blessing stones was precisely the luster of the kingdom of the night.
But the king of this castle, who wants even a cold smile to float, for some reason, looks at this one on the tannic side.
Now following that gaze, Dia let go of her tail, which she was hurrying to squeeze.
I tried to put on a face that it didn't extend to any crime, but Noyne is looking at this one somewhere neat.
"..................... do you make a scene as soon as you look away"
"Mm-hmm. This lady pointed out that you don't have enough fur, and if so, you will get a tail. The noise is huge..."
"... okay, that's part of the flesh. Don't hunt lightly."
"So, but if you're high up, even if they cut you off a little bit, you're gonna grow up again, right?
"... in his ranks, he won't grow into a perpetual heist. Let him go."
"Well..................... this guy's tail, you're not growing. I'm sorry to hear that."
Much from the brutal man, he stared pitifully, and the lady in the wolf seemed bewildered.
As if you'd forgotten you'd been inverse until then, asking Chante if this human has hunted someone's tail before.
"Yep. Dear Dear seemed to see Count Sirolok getting his lost tail back in action with the sneaky one, and if so, he seemed to have no problem with sneaking it off and bringing it back..."
If a slightly mean chante deliberately dived her voice and said so, the beautiful furry lady became buggered.
When I look at Dia with a shudder in my eyes, I quickly bow to Noin and run away from the spot.
Dia, who had been escaped by her prey, nodded that she was totally treating the passers-by well.
Either way, if we're going to hunt tails, we have to act secretly in the absence of the noises.
"........................ Damn. Did they say anything?
"It seems like a pedigree aesthetic issue, as much as I was told it doesn't have a fur feel to it. Noin, have you finished the ball yet?
"Oh. That's it. This year, you seem to have been very popular with a big pie wrap...................... Chante, what's all the fuss right now?
"That lady must be the one who wanted to catch Lord Noyne's eye. Count Sirolok and I had the same reaction, so I wonder if there's anything more mean to Dear Sir."
Dia turned a blind eye to Chante's report.
(Sure, it wasn't a favorable conversation, but......)
But was that mean?
Saying it's unfavourable is not the same as malice.
Dia, familiar with Farsital's voiceless malice and ridicule at the royal palace, felt the teasing cleanliness of storming directly from the front, if any.
"Well........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Perhaps they didn't think I deserved Noyne for not having fur, purely as a modus operandi of that race over there, did they?
If Dia, who leaned his neck so tightly, says so, Noyne and Chante are looking at each other with tough eyes.
Dia doesn't care about this much because she's a creature of different shapes and habits in the first place, but these two are worrying.
At that time, these and shoe marks echoed, and a beautiful fairy with dark hair appeared from the rear of the noise.
Fluffiness and particles of light appeared to elaborate, so you must have come out of the magical path or returned from somewhere in the metastasis.
The chandelier's light on the corridor sparkled on the feathers like a thin shredded gemstone, and Dia exhaled unwittingly sweetly.
The beauty of the fairy feathers is still extraordinary, although Noyne is silently raising her eyebrows.
"I guess the biggest problem is that you can't understand that you shouldn't talk like that to people in the realm of kings of genealogy."
"Mr. Dirvier..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"In addition, Dear Dia is already a child of the fairy of the night, so you should understand that the earlier Spirit threatened our child."
"...... don't. When your sisters make a scene, it won't be easy."
"It's also true that you don't understand the differences in ethnicity. Dear Dear, do you mind if all you want is a tail?
"Wow, they're going to hunt me, and I'm so excited. But it's not stingy to receive a tail."
"Hey........."
Noine and Chante also tend to be worried, but it was the fairies headed by Dilvier, who became Dia's guardian, who are so overprotective that they are not comparable to those two.
Last month, there was just a case of one of Dilvier's sisters catching a table napkin fairy trying to make Dia fall, pulling out her feathers and throwing her out the window.
That table napkin fairy didn't try to abuse a different hairy human daughter, it was simply a creature of habit eating one human being on a crescent moon night, but it was made to blur its feathers, which were not ed.
The way a beautiful woman would say this about an extinct beauty catches a woman as fit as herself and s feathers was quite exciting for Dia to see for the first time.
Such ferocious affection is also greatly due to differences in pedigree.
While living in this castle of Noyne, Dia was getting used to the modus operandi of the outsiders little by little.
For example, touching a fairy feather on its own is so barbaric that it has no choice but to have its hands cut off on the spot.
It doesn't matter if you touch fairy feathers, as close as family members and others, and the practice of solicitation and courtship can be disrespectful in some cases among friends.
Others are offered handmade food by the Spirit, and outsiders do not share food unless they are close enough.
Also, the occasional silver fork rolling down the hallway was a spy, not a drop of service.
"... Noyne, if you say so, I also captured a spy today. I am currently depositing it with the Knight of the Castle for the torture of soaking it in the carbonated water that Chante brought me."
"..................... again. Come on, we need to make the scout demon stop coming to steal the recipe for the celebration..."
"Why come and steal the recipe? That demon should think for himself as much as his wife's birthday treat......"
"It's not just my place. Of course the well-fed Midnight Spirit Castle spies on famous restaurants."
"That's all you need to hire now, even a famous cook..."
To Noyne, who taught me the mix-up of reconnaissance demons with some distant eyes, Dia thought about the lives of the unwanted.
Until then, there was a strong impression that the outsiders to Dia, who were Pharsital people, were terribly atrocious, even in recognition of their existence, who used great power to play carelessly, to become the scourge of both blessings and things.
If you also think about that last ball night at the Royal Palace in Farsital, I'm sure that recognition is not a mistake.
But Dia's first conspiracy to move to Noyne's castle was a case of a spy named Folk Demon, who only looks like a regular silver fork, coming to steal Noyne's recipe for hospitality dishes.
This doesn't make Dia confused anymore.
It's also a mystery how to tell your employer the recipe the creature in the fork got in the first place, but is that okay with a demon that even gets caught lightly by a human little girl flair that is still low in range of motion, even though she has become Noyne's fiancé?
It should be noted that the demons of the forks are creatures that eat fruit and tune, and it seems correct to count as one or two.
Direct subordinates of the demon of reconnaissance, but also there, wrapped in the great mystery of why the fork is the genealogy of the demon of reconnaissance.
"Dirvier, we still have time for our next errand. It's coming out a little."
"Yeah. We have time before dawn, so why don't you and Dear Dia take your time?
"Dia, do you want to go to Calwi's moonlight orchard?
"Yes, I'm going!!
It was a sudden invitation, but Dia, who was just hanging out in the castle today because she didn't have any learning, bounced perfectly at the invitation to the moonlight orchard she wanted to see once.
Quickly, Chante and the other wood-incense rose fairy samurai will change their outfits, and Dia will be ready for her third outing to Desert Country in her life.
The purple, watery dress I had worn by then was also a favorite, but thus nothing could make my mind bounce as far as dressing up to an exotic country that I had never seen before in my life.
(... I can't believe we can go to the moonlight orchard!
The wooden incense rose fairies were smiling at me as they fitted a beautiful blessing crystal bracelet on Dia, who bounced excitedly.
These samurai, including Chante, who spread four lemon-colored feathers in a good mood, are very happy that Dia is making them happy.
At that time it was a rose whose derivation had not yet come true, but it was those who watched the people of Zirasfi being killed on that stormy night.
The samurai, like Dia's unknown father's story and Dia's sister's story of sneaking a rose and getting pissed off by a gardener, are among the irresistible treasures Dia has gained by coming to this castle.
"Maybe the king wanted to go out with Dear Dear and returned early."
"Heh heh, I'm sure he said he couldn't do that with Master Dilvier."
"I have no choice. The king is weakened when he spends less time with Dear. Before this, the horrible things of Solemnity in Taren. You said you had lost your temper without seeing Dear Dear for ten days."
"The Spirit is a troubled creature, isn't it? But I can't help but take care of Dear Dear."
At this time of year from the end of the year to the beginning of the year, the King of Night Foods is busy.
Though not the highest among the Spirits of the Midnight Seat, as the king of one pillar that presides over what many of the creatures cherish: supper, Noyne is a rare being higher in actual hierarchy than in the hierarchy above his title.
Seeing the invitations to the balls and nightclubs hiccups taking place all over the world, Dia came to know once again how much adjustment and impossibility those days that Noyne had been beside me all along during Ibmeria.
(........................ Ibmeria's period has been as busy as it is now..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Since then, three years have passed.
In his first year, Noyne devoted himself to limiting much of his executive service to what he could do in the castle, creating the foundation for the regeneration of Fursital and his life with Dia.
How many stories I would have had with my fiancée who took Dia to various places that I thought only existed in the gaga and gave me so many strange and beautiful gifts that Dia would be the first to have.
(........................ how good I would have been in those days if everything had the same values as Noin)
Carved, the day is approaching.
Inside Dia's chest, a glitch and anxiety are increasing, and he must confess to Noyne about this fallen bridge somewhere.
I hug Dia, who's finished dressing, and Noyne steps on the metastasis.
Visiting on the steps of darkness is an exotic place called Calwi, which smells like teasing night breezes and sand.
When I had previously come to the desert, I ate skewered BBQ in an oasis town called Sanaark and walked in the desert at night on an animal called Kurz.
But this is the first country I've ever heard of.
"Is it a country called Calwi that has moonlight orchards?
Noine nods, holding Dia, to Dia who asks him so.
The watery hair, shaking in the wind, appeared slightly silver under the great full moon.
I've solved that outfit, and now I'm wearing some exotic black outfit, but that's another glossy and beautiful figure.
The dunes that stretch everywhere are stained with night colour, and the moonlight stains silver only its dune contours.
I saw a merchant squad walking across the moonshadow in a chilling air.
"Oh. It's a country of rough, cruel humans. It's a big country, but even with me, the seasons and times are as turbulent and war-torn a land as you choose. Look, whoever else invites you, don't go on your own, okay?
"Yes. If it's also such a scary place, I'll be careful......................... Mmmm. Could it be that on the last Sabbath, Mr. Dilvier and I went shopping together, obstinately?
".............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"That's when I went to buy festive gifts for my guardian's family. You bought a nice card for Noyne, didn't you?...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Here Dia flickered furiously at the work of the evil spirits who picked her cheeks.
Tickling at his wild fiancée, Noyne creeps through a strange stone gate, nestled in the desert.
"........................ Wow!
Was it even the old capital there?
The appearance of a stone gate about to collapse in the sand had seeped some loneliness, but it was not the wonderful orchard that appeared as it crept through the gate.
The night changes hues in an instant, with orchards stretching everywhere beneath the great full moon.
Fine watery flowers blossomed in the sesame grass, and peaches and grape trees swayed in soft breezes on splendid orange trees with spreading green leaves.
Where Dia and the others came in, there is a large crystal fountain, surrounded by a red rose bush with a hearty aroma.
"Well, what do we harvest from?
"Bu, it's grapes and oranges!! Then the apple and,..................... well, if you look at it this way, what a beautiful lemon too. You smell like a lot of fruit."
Noyne let a big cage out of nowhere and Dia jumped with great excitement.
"You don't seem to have any other guests yet tonight. Some of them are going to be eaten in this orchard. The fountain is meant to cool the fruit we harvest."
"Huh, you can chill out and eat what you freshly crawl here................................................................................"
The two of them, for a while from there, spermed into the harvest of fruit.
Noyne tells me about the new year's ball that was out, and Dia remembers that venue where the unwanted gather.
There are also several dishes that Noyne serves at such balls, and the dishes that Dia liked from the prototype stage were also well received by the Duke's demons.
"Dia."
Finishing the full harvest, the two sat on a bench of crystals at night across from the fountain.
On a limp bench, lay the cushions that Noyne put me out of somewhere, and the two of us eat the first grapes we let cool down.
And Noyne called his name in a quiet voice, as he predicted Dia had finished eating her first room.
"..................... noin?
"Don't you have something to tell me?
"........................ eh,"
It was utterly unintended.
Dia takes a small breath and looks back at the purple eyes looking at this one.
It's because this man is loving that he feels a painful mass of heat stirring up in his chest in a heart trembling with fear and sadness.
I don't care what happens if I lose it, because my little heart hurts.
"..................... talk to me when you can. If you say you can't say it yet, wait, but I'm not that long. Besides, I'm not willing to let you go now. There's a lot I can do for you, but you know there's a lot I can't do, right?
"... Noyne, I am such a cunning person that I have always been afraid of being abandoned by Noyne for revealing this. …… Still, you noticed that I was worried about something………"
If Dia said so, Noyne, who exhaled small, lifted Dia up one by one sitting next to her and put her on her lap.
If you keep your back in that chest, the fright that was stiff in your chest will peel off just a little to the temperature of a loved one that will stain you twitch.
"You don't have to go anywhere. I told you, it's a consideration."
"... but you get as much as you want, and I'm a useless person who just eats and sleeps when Noine is busy working"
"Damn, you cared about that?
"It was me who, even after I found out that Noyne was the king, was able to say that education was all about form, even as a righteous queen. I was sweet to think that I would be able to do quite a bit of that, but unlike the work of the human royalty, Noyne's work was nothing like being able to help me...................... on top of that, if I tell you this thought, Noyne might get sick of me"
Noyne has some kind eye for Dia, who complained so in a sad voice.
Smiling so calmly, Dia blinked her eyes wondering how this man could be satisfied if he was going to be the real deal.
".................. Mmm. Why are you in the mood?
"I just thought I was sick and tired of living with outsiders and in my castle.... There are many people in and out of my castle who are involved in proper food and leisure. For that matter, there won't be a lot of people out there that would be annoyed by your appearance or your contact with people.... That's not what this is about, is it?
"Well,..................... did Noyne think I was going to hate it with that?
"... a little bit. That said, I'm not going to let you go."
Dia himself was amazingly relieved by Noyne, who so affirmed as a matter of course.
That's maybe just horribly cruel if it's an obsession you don't want.
But for Dia, who didn't want to go anywhere, it was a lifeline word.
"... Noin, you're ready to confess. Well, there's a feeling that I can't really share it with Noine because I'm still human."
"... what kind of stuff?
It's a difference in ethnicity.
Noyne's voice remains calm, as you will see from what I have heard.
Guilty of its kindness, Dia snorted with dullness and sadness.
"............ you have your favorite pot of noin to eat this season, right?
".................. hmm?
Noyne frowned and inquired whether the content of the words cut out with a deep breath and a hard voice was unexpected.
"...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Oh. What happened to that?
To Noyne, who questioned him so strangely, Dia squeezed her hands in tears as she twitched.
"Wow, I can't!! That pot is scary and I can't eat it!!
"... what?
"When I looked into what Bora Bora was, my heart was shattered. Oh, that's all, I can't really eat it!!
"Bora Bora?! It's a seasonal taste, isn't it? It would be delicious."
"Isn't Ayatsuzu human! It is a furry mushroom, but human-shaped creature about the size of Noine!! He's a creature who builds and lives a town and also has town hall meetings and excursions, right?!
I guess Dia's surprise when she learns that fact is still not known to Noyne, who is the Spirit.
Bora Bora is a bad creature that grabs to turn a human child, but also a creature that specializes in embroidery and sewing.
There was still hesitation in eating a creature that was seamstressing, even if it was not a shared meal for Dia, as it branches out of her own body to increase the number of individuals, even if she was a human companion.
Also, apart from the ethical point of view, Dia didn't have a strong heart enough to allow her mind to eat the enigmatic thing called a human-style furry giant mushroom.
If Dia complained so much, Noyne was flabbergasted, but he nodded slightly and quietly.
It doesn't seem to have fallen to its heart, but there is no disgust or anger directed at Dia, who denies the seasonal pot of the Spirit's favorite.
"... so you were worried"
"Noine tries to feed me a lot of Bora Bora pans. Because it's a seasonal flavour and it's very tasty.............................................................................................................................................."
"Damn, if that's the case, say it quickly. I'm worried about the moon."
"...... even my fiancée who can't eat a bora bora pot won't hate it?
"You..."
"But is Noyne a food spirit? I think food is important to you……"
"Oh boy. About that, you thought I'd be disappointed in you? Eating is easy and a hobby. You can enjoy whatever you want. However, I don't ask if you like or dislike medicinal water, etc."
Even though Noine smiled at me and stroked my head, Dia still couldn't believe that this confession, which required a lot of courage, had been taken so badly.
As she rocks her eyes and looks up at Noyne, Dia's precious fiancée smiles with a dark, glossy smile that looks like an outsider.
Dia shook her body tightly in her gaze.
".................. eh,"
The mouthpiece that separated the sweet temperatures from the exhalation was so reassuring that relief overlapped and strange.
Lemon trees and orange trees with stunning fruits lush branches all around them, and only the water sounds of the fountain under the blistering moonlight.
The beauty of a calm evening washes away everything that is sad and scary, leaving only the beauty of a gloomy evening vivid.
The two let go of their bodies for a little while, staring at each other and laughing dull, they mouthed again.
(There is no longer anything to be scared of...)
At ease with that thought, in the arms of her precious fiancée, Dia ate a lot of delicious freshly fried fruit.
The two saw the light of dawn in the beautiful orchard before returning to the castle, from which Noyne spent three days off with Dia all the time.
But a lot of Bora Bora has been delivered to the castle by my brother-in-law, and it is the week after that that that Dia screams.
From Dirvier, who looked far away as he hid behind his back and protected Dia, who was frightened by Mfomfo and Bora Bora, who stormed while still packed, told me that the Spirit was the only one who ate such a rare thing, only to relieve him a little.
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