The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

It was three years ago, on the morning of Winter Solstice Day, that Dia found the King of the Night at the Royal Palace in Farsital.

Though it is an anniversary in the morning, chandeliers and candlesticks are grated in the royal palace, and there is no fire in the kitchen or fireplace, and the palace sinks in the blue and white shadows.

There were circumstances, and Dia, who was walking alone in the royal palace of such a cancer, still did not know that in the time spilled from the human realm, there were also things that had to be people walking wide in familiar places.

Fursital celebrates the longest winter solstice day of the year, with people from all over the country decided to take time off from work as a sabbath.

It's supposedly not a good idea to open a window or light a fire, so people boil water by the night before, keep plenty of tea in a pot of thermal insulating fire ore, and prepare food for the family's stockpile.

On the day when you are supposedly not to leave the room, the doors of the royal palace will be shut tightly, and not only the royals, but even one of the knights, will be able to walk.

Why would the people of Pharsital, who do not believe in the existence of the unbelievers, think that far away, but believing in the outsiders and ancient customs seem to be separate again.

Also, for some of the plagues and calamities that arise over witchcraft, none of them were unbridled, to say the least witchcrafted fursital of the land.

(This is the first time I've ever left my room on an anniversary, but... there's really no one there)

Dia was sick that day, walking barefoot and relaxed on the cobbled floor.

The corridor of the Royal Palace, without the appearance of a guard with a hint of unforgiving footsteps, has just dawned at night and is as bleak as ruins.

But Dia left the room because she knew it was deserted.

As she walks, her stomach growls and Dia lowers her brow sadly.

Because they are properly educated, naturally, it's not like they don't know how winter solstice days work.

Dia's room is also served with food for today.

However, Dia, unable to use the preparations due to various circumstances, wandered the unpopular royal palace without being hungry.

That's how I found the man.

After a short walk, my barefoot toenails were frozen.

Speaking of why there are no shoes for the Duke's Lady living in the royal palace, because on the day of anniversaries, the women and children are cleared of their footwear, except for the scourge of not being grabbed by bad things.

In Dia's position, it is not easy to hide and retrieve the footwear that has been removed.

I just had to give up.

Once, once.

Only your own footsteps echo in the corridor where no one else is.

I usually don't get a lot of opportunities, so I looked up at the ceiling painting and carefully indulged in the beautiful painting.

It's very dark this season morning, but the Royal Palace of Farsital at night has lots of windows for lighting to keep the candles from consuming.

There were skylights and blue and white light plugged into the corridors of the royal palace with high ceilings at regular intervals.

(…………… beautiful)

Forgetting the cold on the soles of his feet until earlier, Dia was the first to see him walking to trace the muscles of beautiful light that were unspeakable, with his fingertips stretched out when it was dark.

A ring of blue light from the skylight is falling on the blue-grey floor, and its fingertips gently stroke the boundary between light and shadow with your fingers.

Hiddenly nestled in the corridor of the royal palace, like the one who appeared on the anniversaries, was a man of tremendous beauty.

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

Long hair to the bottom of the foot waves loosely, brilliantly white and gray that can be both light water and snow shadows.

As I was blinded by the beauty of my hair like spinning gemstones, I felt like I could see under my eyelashes the same color as my hair color, plump golden eyes that melted gold coins.

The smell of old paper and the leather of the fitting.

On the melting scent of wax, the scent of insect repellent incense wood.

Apparently, Dia missed her destination and walked over to the library.

"How many thorns did you hide in this royal palace?"

It's natural because it's in the shape of a person, but that beautiful creature whines about it, and Dia squirms.

Beautiful, low voices like fed up were often grumpy.

What is it that the beautiful hand that was so stretched out grabbed from nowhere, and not one knight who wanted to raise a voice that was not a voice?

(... I'm a castle knight...!

I can't see your face from this one, but I'm pretty sure that knight's outfit.

Funny thing, Dia grew scared here because the person captured in his hand was in a familiar shape.

Even so, Dia is a child who grew up in the Duke of Girasfi's house, albeit up to the age of six.

He understood that the sight in front of him was neither a beautiful illusion nor a dream, but a visit of disaster that took on the appearance of something unusual.

The man with white gray hair had what a grinning mockery smile on his frozen beauty as he gently grabbed up his rambling knight.

There is something called facial expressions and beauty that can only be seen in the mouth from Dia's position, but still be felt, and it is very remarkable when a creature that is not human to this point is the opponent.

The man with white gray hair peered into the knight's face as if something alien were to ascertain the shape of his prey.

Shortly afterwards, the knight who was grabbed up made a screaming noise and became like a petal, shattered and scattered.

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

Reluctantly, as she saw the end of a knight who fell into thin darkness and disappeared in a glow when he touched the floor, Dia looked at a man with a different beauty and colour than man by the time he remained stunned and cruel.

I also forgot to think I had to run away and stood up like that because although I hid in my long hair and didn't see my face well, I felt like I had seen something like this somewhere.

The darkness rocked at night with Shirin.

Even though the morning light in the snowy season was dim, and the morning light had fallen in the corridor, and I had not seen anything anywhere to make that strange noise, I did hear a beautiful sound like ringing a crystal bell.

Maybe that was a sound that only people would have had if they didn't have to, like humans couldn't imagine.

……………

There is no way that such a creature would have noticed Dia, and Dia takes a short breath when she realizes that the outsider is looking at this one at some point.

On the other hand, outsiders who found Dia standing barefoot seemed slightly blinded.

He may have been surprised to find a barefoot human standing defenseless in such a place.

I sincerely curse my lack of luck for getting lost in a place like this and bite my lips off.

The opponent is obviously not a human being, and even as he runs and runs away, Dia is sick on barefoot.

If it's just a waste to run, I've never gone beyond running.

This was already frowned upon as to whether it would be made into that glowing petal, and somehow the outsider who saw this one looked so human.

In other words, he looked upon his face with great admiration.

"Oh my God, have the humans in this country forgotten their anniversaries? Besides barefoot"

If we talk like humans, can we also have a dialogue like humans?

Dia gets upset when she thinks about it.

Soon, I couldn't see anywhere an outsider with long hair like a snow shadow.

(.............................. WHERE............?!

I tremble at the shadow of one falling at my feet, pushing and killing my hateful thoughts and slowly raising my face.

It was not a creature with white gray hair but a beautiful man with purple eyes in his watery hair who stood in a place that could be touched if he reached out.

Is it the pitch-black cape that smelled like a plump night and swayed sparklingly?

It was a shadow of dark morning light and didn't look well to the expression, but the glossy and beautiful pitch-black outfit like a noble knight can't be explained well in Dia's vocabulary, but it looks like the outfit of the ruling side rather than serving.

(She has changed her appearance, but...... she is from earlier. Definitely..................)

I don't know why, but he seems to have changed his appearance and come here.

So I thought about what the outfit was until earlier, and I was just a little relieved again that I can't remember anything.

(But look at someone like this somewhere......)

".................. Ah!

Here, to Dia, who accidentally had a distracted voice, the man narrows his vibrant purple eyes that clear the light from the inside out.

He thought the voice raised by Dia was from a surprise caused by being approached.

"If you're leaving the room on anniversaries, aren't you at least going to wear shoes?

"..................... Um, did you pick me up?

"............ what?

I thought this might be the case, and Dia asked as she twitched, surprisingly narrowing her eyes.

Apparently, he didn't come to pick up Dia for leaving the room.

If so, isn't that who you thought it would be?

"... Aren't you the one who presides over the night?

(The attire of the noble who presides over the night is determined)

The high-ranking outsider of the night seat wrapped colorful blacks around his long hair, and it was his brother, who inherited the role of the Girasfi family earlier than Dia, who told Dia that his shoe tips, hair tips, and cape hem were to be worn to blend in at night.

At that time, Dia thought that doing some evil in the royal palace was horny, and this outsider came to see how Dia was the last of the sacrificial clan.

"Why should I come and get you?"

So I'm sure that word cut Dia's heart out like a sharp knife.

Dia is saddened by her indiscretion as to why she has held such hope in such a shabby place.

"..................... Well, you're not. I beg your pardon............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"..................... oh well, in this situation, you thought so"

He reached out and Dia avoided the hand.

The man in front of me lifted one eyebrow silently, but if he's an outsider who's not a good one, I'd rather not be touched.

I've told you many times, it's a sickness.

(And if you're not a customer, let's get out of here early......)

"Now, if you'll excuse me................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

She could never be called a lady because she was a generous outfit prepared to spend time in her room barefoot, but when Dia smiled and bowed down, she tried to walk away.

But Dia flashes hastily after being caught trying to get out quickly and missed.

For a moment, though I was prepared to follow the same fate as that knight as this, the outsider who grabbed Dia's arm and captured him looks somewhat complicated.

"... I'm a passing innocent maiden on this street, so I don't think it would be fun to petal her."

"... you feel like you've hunted a rare beast. I lost my temper to dismantle."

"What a rude person! In the first place, …"

"Oh, besides, the smell of snow daffodil nectar and full moon night night dew?... Apparently you've just been poisoned by someone"

Even though the other person is an outsider, it is rude to treat a rare beast against a poor maiden.

It was an angry dia, but as soon as they pointed that out, my heart was cold.

The purple eyes overlooking this one are terrible, which is why they seem so beautiful and graceful that they tremble.

Well, I think that this person will know something like that, like some other human resources.

It was three days ago that Dia frowned at the strange sweetness of the water she drank from the water.

I was slightly uncomfortable with the slight sweetness that remained at the tip of my tongue, but Dia didn't even notice it at that time.

Sometimes these days, someone has turned water from water into lemonade or vanilla water, and I thought it was a change of its kind.

However, by feeling the same sweetness and unfamiliar scent of flowers from the tea served at the breakfast table that day, Dia gradually learned about the situation in which she was placed.

By the end of the afternoon, he had a high fever, wandered the border between life and death, and until yesterday, he couldn't even get up from his bedroom.

Last night, the ladies who were nursing me managed to get fit that I had no choice but to be able to move myself by lowering my head and leaving the room because tomorrow is an anniversary.

Although he is thus safely on his way to recovery, he was definitely drunk of something poisonous.

"............... Well, what do you think? Maybe I'm hungry and accidentally ate the nectar of a snow daffodil"

"Will you live in the royal palace and be feathers like you have to be outgrown with nectar?

So I caught a gruesome look at the man like an outsider.

Dia's poor stomach rattled.

"..................... that's crazy"

"Ooh..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Do you know where the kitchen here is and where it is?

"I don't think so, but you left the room on anniversaries to find the kitchen, didn't you?

Beaten by the sight of something incredible, Dia drifted away.

The royals of this country say it is beautiful, so she is a girl who is said to be Dia and beautiful, although she is often buried in the royal palace.

Apparently the expression looks cold without much movement, but I have learned to behave as the fiancée of the First Prince and have been worried about doing it in a ladylike way.

I had no idea that was such a beautiful, but apparently disturbing, visit. With outsiders captive, my stomach would sound sad.

For once, I tried to flush them off as if they were outsiders, but unfortunately even for the man in front of me, it seems like a perception that ladies don't belly in public.

When this happens, I can't even hit my hand anymore.

Dia decided not to dare touch the last minute events.

"... in the kitchen"

"How dare you overlap that claim in a situation where you've just been poisoned"

"I have my reasons and I need to go there. If you let go of that hand, I'll take care of myself..."

Here again, guh, my stomach rattled.

At this stage, I think the look on the face of the outsiders who saw Dia was totally shrugged back.

Dia's heart was just trying to give her a little bit of a vibe and so on to let her go with dignity, and the killer broke into too many tricks, not to mention ours.

The man also seems to have lost his word for a while to a man who stopped moving while he was drooling.

"..................... right. If you're gonna pay me enough, I'm not gonna take you with me."

"I seem to return the word, but humans die when they are recklessly molested, and my belongings are the property of this royal family, so I can't move them at my personal discretion"

"I'm not a bad eater or a sneaker. We don't eat humans."

"So, what do you eat......?

I don't think you're going to eat a human being, and when you look back in amazement, doesn't the man flatter his face?

I think he's pretty much had this look since he started talking to Dia.

"I'll eat the silence of the night, but it won't be the same as you."

"Well... you don't have a human heart or anything"

"Look, throw away that biased knowledge"

"But humans heat and cook crops and plants. In that sense, again, maybe not."

With that said, I look at this one very surprisingly, and Dia tells me that Guru Mukumgris, who comes to visit near the royal palace, eats wheat and apples.

Mukumgrease is a type of large, round swollen, short-eared raven, and Mukumgrease, who lives in the fursital, is a degenerate beast type of feather, but is inherently a creature that becomes a fairy species.

For once, I have tried burying my face in my mundane stomach even if I sneak eyes, but I can assure you that there has never been a happier time in my life. It is quite a fur.

"Mukumgris.................."

"Yes.... what?!

When he groaned and snorted at his words, Dia sifted, holding on to her reddish forehead as soon as she could.

You keep your mouth shut for a little while.

The man, who somehow became angry, held Dia beside him, who raised his voice of protest so much, clanging the floor with his claws and heels.

Then, as soon as the fluttering, temperatureless wind swayed and I thought I was wrapped in a pale, sweet, dim darkness, the view of Kurakuri and the surrounding area changes.

Dia blinked in dismay at that first experience of glaring sorcery.

That wasn't the west corridor with the library anymore.

Dia and the others stand today in what seems to be the kitchen of the royal palace, although there is no certainty because it is their first visit.

(Metastasis, ………………)

In countries where magic is luxurious, said to be a great power, human magicians sometimes deal with magic called this metastasis.

However, in the rare fursital of witchcraft, witchcraft existed only in fairy tales.

The purple eyed outsider makes a cleverly ground potato pie while Dia is relaxed, impressed by the great sorcery she touches for the first time.

And on the kitchen workbench, but before his eyes, he put a plate of potato pie on it, and Dia looked up at the man in front of him at twilight.

I didn't expect you to make potato pies from the outsiders I just met.

(The food that was prepared for the room was too scared to reach..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Even Dia knew that she had been poisoned, even though she couldn't confirm it when she pointed it out.

So, gradually I was able to move my body, and no matter how hungry I was, I was too scared to speak of what I had prepared for Dia in my room.

(I'm also scared of the food behaved by strangers, but.................. it's better than eating the preserved food in that room)

Ever since I fell, I haven't eaten anything.

So Dia didn't have the option of not eating the potato pie in front of her then.

I knew that I would have to pay the price if I spoke of what I was behaved like, but I couldn't help but look away from the delicious potato pie that was standing in the hot air.

As soon as I was ready and took a spoon, broke the sakuri and pie dough and saw the fluffy hot air, the back of Dia's chest made a strange noise.

I guess the creature who presides over the night in front of him did not appear before Dia as a good neighbor.

Even though I have no salvation like the upside of a beautiful fairy tale, it still behaves like a warm dish.

I was saddened when I thought of the poison that had been placed in a perfectly polished water drain.

The potato pie I put in my mouth didn't have the glamour of royal palace cuisine, but it felt the best meal I've had since I came to this royal palace.

Dia finished her potato pie because she was sad and wanted to cry out loud.