The Kingdom of Everlasting Night and the Last Ball

Sitting in the bench of her nostalgic father's office, Dia knew this was a dream.

Soon, he fell asleep.

It's raining safely across the window, moisturizing the rose buds in the garden.

My father's favorite scent of tea for the smell of clean letter-writable ink that makes a sound.

You can hear it from somewhere in the mansion, the sound of my sisters' piano.

In some vague memory, Dia was a child.

He sees an important picture book with his little hand, smiles like trouble and tilts his neck at my father looking at this one.

'Dia, don't force yourself to want that one. We're not allowed to do that. "

'... shouldn't you get along with the prince?

Dia, who was totally in the mood to read a picture book, was startled by what she was told and tears up.

He was such a beautiful and sweet prince.

How could my father say that when he said come again and smiled at me?

My father smiles somewhere sad at Dia, who has completely fallen apart, and he gets up from his big chair and walks up and hugs Dia.

Dia loved this father because she would always have other breasts if she could hold him up with her big hands.

(Father, I love.....................)

Mmm-hmm. Loosen her cheeks, Dia smiled in her safe arms.

Warm hands are large, and hyena-like silver thread hair is like a lion in a painting.

Shut up, the princes who come to visit the mansion are the father who gets scared, but Dia knows very well that his father is kinder than anyone else.

The engagement of the second prince, who is a little scared of Dia's proud father, and Dia's sister, did not come together.

My sister, who liked Prince Jill Reid, was soggy, but now, she still means it.

According to the King of Pharsital, Prince Jill Reid is still a child, so he wants us to get along as friends for a while now.

Dia had hoped that the kind Prince Jill Reid, who often came to visit, would soon become her favorite sister's fiancée.

The two are friendly and fit, and because of the deferred engagement, the popular sister finds the other fiancée, and I have trouble getting this story rolling into Dia's two younger years.

Because Dia will marry the prince she met at that ball, so she can't be Prince Jill Reid's fiancée.

Little Dia knows perfectly well that there was also talk among the adults about Dia's engagement with Prince Jill Reid, and then she puts her chest up that it would be troublesome.

Dia doesn't like other princes anymore.

Because I decided it had to be that prince.

'Dia,... fill your eyes with tears. Did you like that one so much?

"... Dia will marry that prince. The prince makes delicious things. '

'I'm in trouble. I thought he was still a little kid, but because Dia has a high range of motion, did he grow fast? Lovely, pretty, my daughter. Isn't it a little too soon for you to fall in love?

"Movable Domain…………?

If the range of motion is high, will it grow faster?

Just thinking about it, I remembered that there was such a notation in the story of the king of the kingdom at night.

Whoa, he glances at her, and Dia, who has just made a big discovery, strokes her favorite picture book she had again.

I looked at Dia like that with love, and my father caressed her head softly.

'Still, Dia. After all, you shouldn't want that one. [M] We've done very bad things a long time ago, and that's how it's been decided...................... Instead, I'll take you to the ball again next year, so keep a lot to yourself. If the prince wants Dia, he won't mind.'

'No Dia, but the prince will choose Dia?

'It may or may not. Don't tell me this, but Dia's grandmother's sister married that castle fairy. Though he's supposed to have died in the woods. "

Hearing the story, Dia blinked her eyes.

If someone has become the fairy's daughter-in-law, Dia may also be the prince's daughter-in-law.

Although Dia's cheeks are still fuzzy and not beautiful, my mother and sisters who think Dia is the prettiest in the world tell me that Dia will also be beautiful.

"The prince told me to come again. He said he'd feed me a lot of treats someday."

But if Dia said so, my father looked at me a little surprised and remained silent with Dia in his arms for a while.

(..................... Father?

Dia tilts her neck as she gently shakes her way up to soften her father's splendid cunt.

Then his blue-eyed father smiled with a serene face somewhere similar to relief.

'............... If that's what you told me, maybe that one liked Dia. Maybe…………… no, but if so....... if I could get you out of this house, would there be any more joy'

"....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Should Dia be gone from your house?

'Eh, I'm sorry, Dia. That's not what I meant. However………… we are still to blame until this curse is lifted. If cute Dia is going to come out of the circle of redemption for this end-of-life genealogy thing, it's desirable as a father. "

I didn't really understand my father's thoughts when he smiled.

Many times in Dia's favorite picture books came out the horrible and sad word blame, and the word was shadowed over and over again in conversations between parents and brothers talking to exotic merchants visiting the mansion.

(………… did we do something wrong?)

Every time Dia thinks.

Was it a sin for one magician appearing in a picture book to fall in love with the fairy princess she met at the royal palace at night?

Is it unacceptable that a beautiful person should take my heart and want that person to look at me so much that I have to be cursed forever?

Here's Dia's favorite picture book reveal.

In the big capital of a big country, there was one brilliant magician.

That family of magicians with silver thread hair was so revered within that country that they were blessed with enough range of motion to be teachers in historic schools from within their little ones, and they said they had strong and beautiful sorcery.

But the magician, the protagonist of the story, falls in love with one fairy princess at an invited ball.

He carefully broke his knee and offered flowers to propose to the princess, but that was not a good idea.

The fairy princess was the fiancée of a terribly brutal spirit of death.

The Spirit put a strong curse on all of its silver-haired clan, not just on the magician himself, and took him away to an icy land far from the capital of the splendid kingdom.

The curse of the Spirit was the most terrifying of several races, and no matter how much the sorcerer apologized, the anger did not quench.

But people succeed in fleeing into the woods of the land at night in the gaps where the Spirit of Death turned away.

But the Spirit of Death went round about the woods, and they were trapped in the woods.

As a result, the king of the country at night, who was managing the forest, noticed those who mourned without being able to get out of the forest.

The sorcerer begs for mercy when a beautiful and horrible king emerges who wonders why so many people are trapped in such a forest.

I was hoping you'd at least forgive me for living in this forest.

The ruthless king did not snort immediately, but the sorcerer cried so much and asked, that he imposed several trials on the sorcerer and made him a squire if he could overcome it.

The trials were very difficult, but the sorcerer will be able to overcome them and take them up as the king's squire in the kingdom of the night.

The Spirit of Death was very saddened that the hateful men had escaped their sins, but they could not fight the king of the kingdom of the night, nor were they allowed into the woods ruled by the king of the kingdom of the night.

The Spirit had no choice but to leave a small curse so that no one could escape when people vowed not to lay their hands on it while it was the king's squire in the kingdom of the night.

Thus a family of magicians with silver hair will be entrusted with the management of the great forest by the king of the kingdom of the night, who will make the land their dwelling place while preserving the forest as a squire.

The curse left by the Spirit of Death was what turned all the sorcery that people had into gems.

But they spared it, and buried it at its very roots, so that the abundant forest trees of the kings of the kingdom of the night might grow healthy.

The king, who was pleased with it, said he had given a beautiful forest crystal to a family of silver-haired people.

(..................... all the people in Farsital country have beautiful silver hair)

So it was obvious what kind of story this picture book was based on, which was also connected to the role of the Duke of Girasfi family.

Merchants visiting Farsital from other countries often lean their necks wondering why silver hair is a testament to the high range of sorcery movement when they know the low range of sorcery movement of Farsital's people.

However, if they spent one night in the Pharsital, they had to understand that magic had been lost from the land and the people.

Then they decide and say:

What a terrible obstacle the people of this land continue to suffer.

"Since the magician at the beginning proposed to the fairy princess, we can no longer get out of the fursital?

'Right. That's what people are like. He's a different creature from us, so no matter how much he's shaped like a human being, he's different from a human being in his mind. Be careful because you will never forgive me if I defy every one of their decisions.'

'..................... Well, if they tell me to come back, I'll have to go again!

'Ha, you foodie. But if that's what they said, I'll make sure I keep my promise. Look, Dia. The promises exchanged in the land of the night must always be kept. Even trivial things can get in the way. "

Relax.

Wandering in that dream of pale darkness, this time Dia stood in front of a splendid series of paintings in the church in her dreams.

The stunning painting on the back of the main altar depicts the faithful who retreat from temptation and circle the gates of faith, revealing various creatures such as fairies and demons, trying to block their way with fierce calamities and curses.

(Fairies are delightful dances, demons are wisdom and wealth, dragons are power and spirits try to confuse humans with great treats......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

With that said, Dia in her heart raised her voice.

(Did Noyne not tell us that the genealogy of the night tells us that the midnight thrones will be kings of various nights? ……………………………………………………………)

When she blinked properly, Dia stared at one of them as she stood in front of a painting of the Spirit in the church.

Because this is a dream, there is a father there who loves to be nowhere else, and smiling gently as troubled, he points to a painting of a spirit smiling beautifully across a golden table lined with treats.

"Cute Dia. Even with all these treats, you shouldn't be confused. We are to blame. Never say you want something from their table yourself in case you buy that anger. For spirits, eating means a lot. '

But none of the treats lined up there looked too luxurious to taste good, and Dia shook her head that the potato pie Noyne made for me was much better.

(Noyne's dishes taste best than any meal served at the Royal Palace)

Not all the dishes behaved in the royal palace were poisoned, and Ricardo and the king and his wife had eaten cheek-lossed treats together, but Dia never thought those treats would taste good.

If you have beautiful dishes in your eyes, you will feel the intended flavour, and it will never be a bad idea.

But the thought that my heart bounced when it was delicious was the first time that night I had Noyne's cooking in the kitchen on anniversaries.

If it is his thoughts that he rolls down so that he is entangled.

(For is this the scourge of those who..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

(Or is it an obstacle that I suffered because I broke my promise that prom night)

Shaking in the abyss of her dreams in a night without temperature, Dia thought a lot.

Even if I think about it and think about it and grab something, the ambiguity of my dreams pushes away what I grabbed.

When it was so sad and roaring, someone's tender hand stroked his head all the time.

(........................ Feels good)

She exhales softly and sweetly at its comfort, and Dia rubs her head against its palm.

Then there were strange signs that someone smiled contentedly.

That and falling into my dreams again.

"Dia will marry the prince.... I should have. '

Little Dia squeaks like that in the corner of a choking, blood-smelling mansion shaken that stormy night.

Who would have known about the child who cringed his nose and clogged his tears?

If you could do that, wouldn't the one who smiled that the man would gladly kill you have purple eyes?

At that time, Dia was just crying and couldn't make a decent decision, but the beautiful and horrible creature left Dia with one of the knights to go to the royal palace and be killed if he really wanted it.

Dia understood what it was like, and, oh, it was a few days after she accepted the death of her family that she was so deeply desperate that that person abandoned her.

".................. Damn, man. Humans are always at ease while keeping their promises to the Spirit. It seems this foolish person has to strip everything away and do something about it."

Looking up at the voice from the abyss of sleep, Dia snorted again dull at the darkness that seeped into the words.

After all, is what people have to be, different from human beings?

Is a delicious meal or gentle hand so warm that it's all like a poison in the water?

"As it is, this child will be killed on the night of the next ball. Who betrayed you is………………?

"I don't mind that. It's a process that needs to be done until he's killed...................... Right, one more thing. If there is one more contraindication, this country will be there. There will be no more sins than laying hands on those in my realm. If you want me to break it anyway, the first promise is what I deserve."

In response, Dia in her dreams held her chest with both hands.

He was biting his lips, holding back a whimper that seemed to spill over, listening to the cruel words of someone who was about to kill himself.

(That's right............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

No matter what element you scratch, Noyne has done Dia to the royal palace where she left herself, and she won't try to stop Dia's journey to the last night, when she was reunited three years ago and fell in love with him again in the days from there.

His interest was always directed at how Dia would pull the curtain, and he couldn't reach out to come here and hold on.

(..................... Is it because I, on that stormy night, wished to help my family)

Of course, little Dia knew it wasn't the right thing to do.

I understood the danger of making such a wish to someone with a different heart than a human being, and I still wished for it.

Did you disappoint me about that, or did you lose interest in a child who cries after being murdered by his family?

Whatever the reason, the truth is pale enough to taste, and he will no longer reach out to Dia like the night we first met.

The tears that pout and fall in my heart have already filled my chest.

All Dia can do now is carefully and cunningly connect thin threads so that the king of her favorite night doesn't go anywhere.

Um, if we hadn't met again on the longest day of the night, we wouldn't have fallen in love again like this.

I just wanted revenge on the people who killed my loved ones, and I could never be shaken by wishes, hopes, etc.

"............... What was available in those woods was a fairy stone bow. Stupid people. It's called the nectar of a snowdaffodil poured into it. We can't even tell what's left of our hands."

"You thought it was just a shitty bow, instigated and bought up by exotic merchants. Were you going to hurt this guy with that bow?"

"Pre-construction is an accident injury, but the purpose is to make this child wonder if it would really be an accident. Sharpen your strength with poison, also bleed and cut your heart. … so unpleasant and extremely unpleasant, such as slaughtering a child of his own."

(I'm talking to Noine, who is this guy..................?

That was Dia's unknown voice.

Dia, who was listening to the conversation with her face out of the abyss of a blurry and vague dream, realizes that the conversation is not a dream, while it is time to eavesdrop.

Apparently, Dia is asleep at some point and borrows Noyne's knee to her pillow.

And there seems to be someone in this room who's a stranger besides Dia and Noyne.

"What happened to the knight with the bow in his hand?

"I'm letting my relatives replace me from the inside. He had a fairy stone bow in his hand even though he didn't have the qualities to just handle it, so it could be said that he deserved it. The inside ones have been recovered here. Kids are delighted to have some good ingredients for the festive season dinner."

The gentle voice I had never heard, though full of cruelty that seemed alien.

Beautiful and soft, but strange signs of deliberate chest rumbling seem to watch the summer solstice evening dance rings from afar.

(.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Even though he had his chest turned to such questions, Dia was listening calmly to the conversation somewhere.

Apparently, the outsiders are talking about winter hunting.

I mean, was there anyone in the woods at that time who was intentionally trying to hurt Dia?

(............... right. He wanted to hurt me with an injury in the middle of the hunt and let me see if this was still the case. Apparently it is a mystery that various factors overlapped and gradually broke my heart..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I wondered why Noine was on his side in that way, but before the curtain pull on the stage because of it, he tried to prevent the performer from stopping moving.

If Dia had been injured in a winter hunting accident, she might have gotten off the stage completely unmotivated.

This human being is so delicate that Dia would have broken her heart early if she had to go to the ball with her injured and sore body pulled together.

I don't know who put this clutter on, but women's outfits at prom aren't as raw and gentle as they can withstand injuries.

Around that time, Noyne knows Dia very well.

He seemed to rule out extra performances so that the infidel performer wouldn't refuse to perform.

Don't hesitate to make it dinner for the fairy children, such as the one who tried to bow at such a weak maiden. The conversation between Noine and the fairy continued while Dia was sneezing in a paying mood.

"Oh, you're sick of it. People in this country don't even know how much has already been taken from their fingertips, blindfolded and contraindicated."

"We are violating the contraindications laid down in the promise of witchcraft in the first place, so the humans of this land will not have any more shards of their souls, will they? Though your ruling land, this is the land of man. When it comes to taking one country away, those demons looking for booze and forest crystals won't shut up, but in magic, if it's compensation you get for rebelling the promises you made, it's not a problem. They will not move the magic of the world."

"That said, we need to get through to some places. Already got permission from the demon of Vientiane. We have also negotiated with the Chamber of Commerce of Demons for Forest Crystals and the Jewelry Eater Fairies. The Spirit of Death,............... well, they lacked each other everywhere, but eventually convinced them by laying down some conditions. I would have been in danger if I hadn't installed the permission of Vientiane first..."

"As for me serving you, I don't want to bother you, the king, to have to move. …………… oh,"

Fizzy silence drops, and Dia is about to hold her breath.

After so much silence that it seemed forever, Dia was picked and swept away.

"Oh, my God! Loose Seriously..................................................."

"Oh, I hear you're awake."

"How dare you flaunt the maiden's face when this is your first encounter with the fairy!...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Dia jumped up in a hurry, getting rid of her nose-picked hand, but only Noyne was in the room she looked around.

The room, where the sun has completely fallen, is shaken with every reluctance by the magic fire that lit the candlestick.

Dia then raised her eyebrows down and looked under the chair and in the drawer, but there seemed to be no sign of the Lord of the voice earlier.

"..................... no fairy"

"... just in case, what's that box?

"Now I caught him pompously and tried to keep the fairy, but he got away with it.......... Pour milk on your plate and leave it, will you come out?

"Things are not right from the premise of the plan, but don't inadvertently behave like food to outsiders. When you can tie a magic knot, you'll take your soul."

"..................... well. Will they take your soul? After death there are so many places I want to go that the fairy seems better to give up......"

Dia was completely depressed when she heard that she would be taken soul because she had so many postmortem appointments.

For some reason, Noyne pushed him to shut up, so he might have been stunned by the human pity that spares his soul, wanting to capture the fairy.

"... your family is at a time when you're finally leaving the land of the dead for a new life."

"Yeah, I'm not seeing my family because I'm aware of it. But I hear that when you're dead, on the day of the dead, you can get out on the ground from the exit you applied for. Then I'm sure you'll be able to go out to different countries that you've never seen before, until you've rounded up your soul beautifully. I've already decided what country I want to go to."

"... you may be losing your mind, but you have a contract with me. I doubt if my soul will remain after the payment."

"When that happens,............ am I going to be a bread stew too? It's not stingy to be a petal, but if you can, I'd like to see a Verclair country with fairy ink and embroidery before it splits............. will it just go away if you don't pay that much consideration in that case?

"You....................."

So small he groaned, and the Spirit of the Night's Seat, who saw this one, was so beautiful that his purple eyes, which conceived light on the inside, were indefensible, that they trembled.

Dia sighs at the innocence of a very grumpy, but somewhere grumpy, long-lived, high-altitude creature.

I'm sure they play too easily with a creature called a human being, so they don't know what it's like for a tiny creature to live greedily.

On my own, I wondered why this fragile, lazy person would try to survive once and for all, knowing that Dia was about to be killed at a ball so far away, while trying to enjoy it until Dia was killed.

Even though there are no pieces of hope left, it's still not much of a trick to hang out with this play.

"Noin, I've been working hard, albeit for me so far. It seems impossible to continue to be your toy after the next night's club because it's already a lot of blur."

If Dia smiled and said so, Noyne glared at her face.

But even if you get grumpy here, it's Dia who keeps Dia alive.

Even Dia has worked hard, so it's time to get some rest.

"If you think they'll spare you if you give them that life, you're overestimating yourself."

"That's right, to those guys, am I like a dirty napkin? I wiped my mouth and did my part, so it's an unnecessary item that I want to throw away that looks like it. Of course, who would spare such a thing?... Isn't that why I asked you to stand with me until I pulled the curtain on this stage"

"............... you said you had a wish to be fulfilled after seeing it all through"

"Yes. If you were to harm yourself at the ball, perhaps Ricardo would use Snow Daffodil poison. Noyne, after I get all twitchy, I don't know what it feels like to be scared. Please open up and buy me some time before my soul can go to the Land of the Dead!

Rejected.

"Muru!"

Dia went mad when she was rejected without a nibble.

I intend to burn it down by prom day and try to somehow convey the beauty of this plan when I bring a post-mortem hummus sightseeing map that I have kept hidden in the extraction.

If you want to push Dia into a ball that kills Dia and lower her drink, you have to help her do that.

"Now we can't change this wonderful plan! The first year we are going to Verclair Country to get a taste of the land in the market after touring the Fairy Ink Workshop and Opera House on Weem Territory and the Lordship Hall which is also the Old Royal Palace!!

"I'll tell you because I seem to have forgotten. The dead can't eat the living."

"........................ Huh,"

The greatest pleasure was sealed, and Dia drifted away.

"This is forfeiture. Think of something else."

"………………………………………………"

"I don't call that hiding."

"Yet why can't the dead taste the living food? This world is wrong!

In jeopardy, when one Duke's Lady was about to curse the world, the sound of this one and the knocking on the door sounded.

A Babel Claire evening dinner arrived in Dia's room from the kitchen of the Royal Palace.

I just raised a pretty sad scream, but there was no sign of upset in the person who knocked on the door, so I guess Noyne was still here making sound walls out of sorcery.

(………… the food here, even though it is not delicious)

My appetite disappeared as soon as I thought about mouthing what was delivered.

No one in this royal palace would think Dia would be obsessed with food.

There was no way I liked eating a lot of sand-biting meals, and I always had the amount of Dia's diet adjusted by about half the original amount.

Nevertheless, Dia must accept such dishes.

If you try to sigh and head that way, the door will sound so much louder that someone is accepting to prepare a meal.

Even though Dia is still here and hasn't gone to open the door.

(..................... Huh?

The maids, the only ones with rooms, are also absent tonight.

Then who the hell is responding to that?

"Leave that one alone. It would be poisoned anyway. I missed the winter hunt."

"............ Gyum. So what can I get you?

Looking up sadly, Noyne looked slightly distant, but apparently he had originally prepared dinner for Dia.

Soon there's a room beyond the wall that Dia doesn't know, and if you pull a curtain, there's a stunning table of night crystals under a beautiful little chandelier.

When she sees the festive treats lined up there, Dia giggles that dyeing herself into the vices that succumb to the temptations of the Spirit is also less than full.

(... I told Noyne, after all, my revenge is to take me away from the people of this country)

Is it a fairy tale disaster that Dia told them by closing the important picture books in her memory and cutting the last card?

The covenant with the unbeliever shall never be different.

Dia knows through this body how innocuous it can be.

But if this country kills the ghost of an obscure past named Dia, it will break its promise and shred its forests.

That is the word of Noyne, who muttered that there was only one more, the curse of the Spirit of Death, who told him that only while he was a good servant of the king of the kingdom of night.

Knowing and relieved that the people of this country had already forgotten what the Hydra Tartz forest bounded with their dwellings, Dia put a goose and lid in the back of her heart, hoping Noyne would reach out again, waiting for the day to come.

Revenge and desire are different.

whilst wondering which of them will keep you alive so far and which will kill you.