Before we get started, an interview with the author.
...This memoir is a story of ordinary citizens. It is up to the reader to decide how much value they place on the story, which is not a scandal of a prominent person or an interesting anecdote of the upper class. The only basis for its truthfulness is a single note in the last chapter?
Cassnier's Secret Diary
May 116.
A spring breeze was blowing. A carriage was running along a bumpy dirt road. There was only one passenger. A man in his early 40s with black hair that was swept back and moderately thick black-rimmed glasses, he had the distinct impression of a professional character that seemed to have 'I am a wicked lawyer' written all over his face.
Bush, bush. The thick fingers that were turning the pages were nervously twitching. This ill-tempered man was truly running out of patience, and his discontent was bubbling to the brim.
'Why on earth did he come all the way to this remote place? A man as tall as Biskov.'
As a snobbish lawyer obsessed with dignity, he doesn't show his irritation openly. However, his condition is already at its lowest. He has fallen to the point where he can't even tell if what he's looking at is text or not. When motion sickness finally reaches his throat, the man knocks on the carriage wall.
Knock knock.
“How much longer do I have to run? Is this the only way?”
'Yes, Mr. White. It's still another day to get to Casnier,' comes the dull voice.
“I’m dying of thirst, hurry up and run!”
The coachman chuckled and asked, 'But why are you going to Casnier, old man?' Mr. White ignored him. He liked being called 'Sir' rather than 'Old Man', and he loved being called 'Lawyer' rather than 'Sir'.
“Go quickly!”
Mr. White, who had humiliated the friendly coachman without any ill intentions, took the time to seriously reflect on his life.
Why must he leave his hometown of Dublin and run to the remote village of Ramrock? Every time the Ramrock people look at him with a mixture of malice, a Dubliner, his stomach fills with discontent. At this hour, he should be sitting across from the high-ranking nobles of Dublin, having an elegant lunch and clinking glasses of wine. Why is he, a lawyer known even in the wealthy Dublin village of Eastern Rock, going through such hardships? Did he study for fifteen hours a day, a total of 11,300 hours, to become a lawyer?
'What the hell is that money for!'
No one who knows Mr. White's lifestyle would believe it, but Mr. White has become disillusioned with this world that is driven by money. He believes that being employed by rotten nobles is actually 'the way he exploits the nobles to achieve social justice.'
DuckDuckDuck.
The carriage shook violently, and Mr. White's body was lifted up.
“Ehh!”
His hips shook, and the wad of papers he had placed on his lap fell to the ground. Mr. White muttered, “Oh my, I’m dying,” and bent down to gather up the documents. He stopped dusting himself off, and the corners of his mouth drooped as he looked at the top of his head.
[Death Confirmation Statement]
He is a lawyer who will defend even a villain for money, but unless he has antisocial personality disorder, he will at least feel a little sympathy when faced with words like death or dying. The only difference between an ordinary person and a vulgar lawyer is how he expresses that sympathy. Is it shown through action or just thought?
“Well... those who have it are adding more.”
The latter, Mr. White, straightened up his papers again. He thought to himself. He was worried that it would not be easy even if he thought about it again.
'I should die easily.'
So, the reason Mr. White crossed the border to the rural town of Cssnier, the purpose of this beggarly carriage journey that lasted a whole month, can be summed up in one word.
It's just to kill one person perfectly.
It's good to listen to what's going on in the world. Most of it is just gossip and groundless rumors, but every once in a while, there are hidden stories that can be beneficial to your life if you know them.
And to understand this memoir, one of the hottest issues we need to know in recent years is the war between Dublin and Ramrock.
In January 114, the Dublin governor of the puppet government in the Kingdom of Ramrock was assassinated. This incident inevitably led to war with Ramrock.
Half a year after the war broke out, Dublin waved the white flag. It was because they had not recovered from the victory they had lost in the battle on the Trobia Plains on the border. According to the reports of the war correspondent, Ramrock's army was just like the massacre of Dublin's army. Dublin, who lost their commander and was defeated in the Battle of Trobia, was in a state of shock, and the capital city of Potsell Council conscripted more soldiers and dispatched them to the border. This means that most of the soldiers were mobilized for the war with Ramrock.
They never dreamed that the following month, a naval battle rather than a land battle would break out.
And little did they know that it would lead to the end of the war.
July 114. Dublin, a trading kingdom, bordered on the left by the sea and on the right by the kingdom of Ramrock. Its capital, Potsell, was near the coast, far from the Ramrock border.
One day, Ramrock's ships suddenly appeared on the coastline of Potsell, the capital of Dublin. And the Dublin soldiers boasted the most stupid defense in the world. From the lowly watchmen to the members of parliament, everyone's head was blank from 1 to 10.
The first enemy ship was discovered by someone who thought it was a ghost ship that was said to be legendary in the Curbian Sea. Is it true that there are such stupid soldiers in the world? Everyone asks, but surprisingly, it is true.
The first shots were fired from Ramrock's modern fleet at 8:25 p.m., and the last were scattered at 8:50 p.m.
Here's a quiz! Did it take 35 minutes a day from the start to the end of the battle? Did it take 35 minutes or two days? Both one day and two days were wrong. Dublin proved that they were the world's biggest idiots through the first discoverer, and also proved that they had the world's best bubble military force.
It took only 35 minutes for the coastal defense fleet of Dublin to sink. In the time it takes to sit down to eat a meal, the capital of a kingdom that had lasted 300 years fell into enemy hands. It was a shocking and heartbreaking event.
Experts wonder why such a comedy happened, and say that there were only four ships guarding the capital at the time. - The war correspondent added that he personally found that even more absurd.
In any case, the capital is a place like a sanctuary for warring nations. The government of Dublin, which had been occupied, turned the declaration of a 'parliament that will not stop fighting' that it had been shouting with blood running down its neck like a palm and declared a 'parliament open to moderate compromise'.
From that point on, the Dublin army was thrown into a whirlwind of disbandment, division, and reorganization. They were forced to sign a treaty of equal trade with Ramrock, to pay a huge indemnity, and many educated people seriously doubted whether the Dublin MPs even knew what the word "willing" meant, and to withdraw their puppet government.
The Ramrock people, who had been persecuted by the Dubliners for nearly 20 years, were liberated. The status of the Hamilton family, a military family from Ramrock who had made the greatest contribution to the bloodless occupation of the capital, soared. Immediately after, Ramrock officially established a new military regime and ushered in a new era under the leadership of Belgrier Hamilton.
...This memoir is a story of ordinary citizens. It is up to the reader to decide how much value they place on the story, which is not a scandal of a prominent person or an interesting anecdote of the upper class. The only basis for its truthfulness is a single note in the last chapter?
If you don’t want to believe it, then take it. Isn’t it tiring to cry out for justice even in this kind of place? In any case, I swear to heaven that I have written only the truth.
– To the reporter, the author’s fingers somehow seemed to be twisted at this point. Was it an illusion?
– I even crossed the border and visited that village myself. Where is my conscience? Oh, why are you doing this? I swear to be honest every day in front of the judge – this time, I definitely saw the author twisting his fingers
– ...Why are you glaring at me like that? Anyway, that’s what it is!
From an interview with the author W, who is utterly unbelievable.
Finally, the author did not give up and insisted that this was a true story, and that he had arbitrarily used pseudonyms out of consideration for the real protagonists.
From an interview with the author W, who is utterly unbelievable.
Finally, the author did not give up and insisted that this was a true story, and that he had arbitrarily used pseudonyms out of consideration for the real protagonists.
***
Cassnier's Secret Diary
May 116.
A spring breeze was blowing. A carriage was running along a bumpy dirt road. There was only one passenger. A man in his early 40s with black hair that was swept back and moderately thick black-rimmed glasses, he had the distinct impression of a professional character that seemed to have 'I am a wicked lawyer' written all over his face.
Bush, bush. The thick fingers that were turning the pages were nervously twitching. This ill-tempered man was truly running out of patience, and his discontent was bubbling to the brim.
'Why on earth did he come all the way to this remote place? A man as tall as Biskov.'
As a snobbish lawyer obsessed with dignity, he doesn't show his irritation openly. However, his condition is already at its lowest. He has fallen to the point where he can't even tell if what he's looking at is text or not. When motion sickness finally reaches his throat, the man knocks on the carriage wall.
Knock knock.
“How much longer do I have to run? Is this the only way?”
'Yes, Mr. White. It's still another day to get to Casnier,' comes the dull voice.
“I’m dying of thirst, hurry up and run!”
The coachman chuckled and asked, 'But why are you going to Casnier, old man?' Mr. White ignored him. He liked being called 'Sir' rather than 'Old Man', and he loved being called 'Lawyer' rather than 'Sir'.
“Go quickly!”
Mr. White, who had humiliated the friendly coachman without any ill intentions, took the time to seriously reflect on his life.
Why must he leave his hometown of Dublin and run to the remote village of Ramrock? Every time the Ramrock people look at him with a mixture of malice, a Dubliner, his stomach fills with discontent. At this hour, he should be sitting across from the high-ranking nobles of Dublin, having an elegant lunch and clinking glasses of wine. Why is he, a lawyer known even in the wealthy Dublin village of Eastern Rock, going through such hardships? Did he study for fifteen hours a day, a total of 11,300 hours, to become a lawyer?
'What the hell is that money for!'
No one who knows Mr. White's lifestyle would believe it, but Mr. White has become disillusioned with this world that is driven by money. He believes that being employed by rotten nobles is actually 'the way he exploits the nobles to achieve social justice.'
DuckDuckDuck.
The carriage shook violently, and Mr. White's body was lifted up.
“Ehh!”
His hips shook, and the wad of papers he had placed on his lap fell to the ground. Mr. White muttered, “Oh my, I’m dying,” and bent down to gather up the documents. He stopped dusting himself off, and the corners of his mouth drooped as he looked at the top of his head.
[Death Confirmation Statement]
He is a lawyer who will defend even a villain for money, but unless he has antisocial personality disorder, he will at least feel a little sympathy when faced with words like death or dying. The only difference between an ordinary person and a vulgar lawyer is how he expresses that sympathy. Is it shown through action or just thought?
“Well... those who have it are adding more.”
The latter, Mr. White, straightened up his papers again. He thought to himself. He was worried that it would not be easy even if he thought about it again.
'I should die easily.'
So, the reason Mr. White crossed the border to the rural town of Cssnier, the purpose of this beggarly carriage journey that lasted a whole month, can be summed up in one word.
It's just to kill one person perfectly.
***
It's good to listen to what's going on in the world. Most of it is just gossip and groundless rumors, but every once in a while, there are hidden stories that can be beneficial to your life if you know them.
And to understand this memoir, one of the hottest issues we need to know in recent years is the war between Dublin and Ramrock.
In January 114, the Dublin governor of the puppet government in the Kingdom of Ramrock was assassinated. This incident inevitably led to war with Ramrock.
Half a year after the war broke out, Dublin waved the white flag. It was because they had not recovered from the victory they had lost in the battle on the Trobia Plains on the border. According to the reports of the war correspondent, Ramrock's army was just like the massacre of Dublin's army. Dublin, who lost their commander and was defeated in the Battle of Trobia, was in a state of shock, and the capital city of Potsell Council conscripted more soldiers and dispatched them to the border. This means that most of the soldiers were mobilized for the war with Ramrock.
They never dreamed that the following month, a naval battle rather than a land battle would break out.
And little did they know that it would lead to the end of the war.
July 114. Dublin, a trading kingdom, bordered on the left by the sea and on the right by the kingdom of Ramrock. Its capital, Potsell, was near the coast, far from the Ramrock border.
One day, Ramrock's ships suddenly appeared on the coastline of Potsell, the capital of Dublin. And the Dublin soldiers boasted the most stupid defense in the world. From the lowly watchmen to the members of parliament, everyone's head was blank from 1 to 10.
The first enemy ship was discovered by someone who thought it was a ghost ship that was said to be legendary in the Curbian Sea. Is it true that there are such stupid soldiers in the world? Everyone asks, but surprisingly, it is true.
The first shots were fired from Ramrock's modern fleet at 8:25 p.m., and the last were scattered at 8:50 p.m.
Here's a quiz! Did it take 35 minutes a day from the start to the end of the battle? Did it take 35 minutes or two days? Both one day and two days were wrong. Dublin proved that they were the world's biggest idiots through the first discoverer, and also proved that they had the world's best bubble military force.
It took only 35 minutes for the coastal defense fleet of Dublin to sink. In the time it takes to sit down to eat a meal, the capital of a kingdom that had lasted 300 years fell into enemy hands. It was a shocking and heartbreaking event.
Experts wonder why such a comedy happened, and say that there were only four ships guarding the capital at the time. - The war correspondent added that he personally found that even more absurd.
In any case, the capital is a place like a sanctuary for warring nations. The government of Dublin, which had been occupied, turned the declaration of a 'parliament that will not stop fighting' that it had been shouting with blood running down its neck like a palm and declared a 'parliament open to moderate compromise'.
From that point on, the Dublin army was thrown into a whirlwind of disbandment, division, and reorganization. They were forced to sign a treaty of equal trade with Ramrock, to pay a huge indemnity, and many educated people seriously doubted whether the Dublin MPs even knew what the word "willing" meant, and to withdraw their puppet government.
The Ramrock people, who had been persecuted by the Dubliners for nearly 20 years, were liberated. The status of the Hamilton family, a military family from Ramrock who had made the greatest contribution to the bloodless occupation of the capital, soared. Immediately after, Ramrock officially established a new military regime and ushered in a new era under the leadership of Belgrier Hamilton.
...is the beginning and outcome of the last Ramrock and Dublin Wars.
If we talk about this, it seems like Dublin is a really bad country, but it's really not. There are thousands of parchment records of Dublin people being persecuted when Ramrock was strong 50 years ago. Historians from both countries agree that the true significance of the Dublin-Ramrock War is that 'Dublin and Ramrock finally reached a 1-1 score and became equal.'
Well, that's that for now. We're not studying the history of the two countries that have passed away.
The grudge between the two nations is more petty and petty than the young people fighting and venting their emotions. The deep-rooted ill-feeling has already sprouted long ago. The conflict between the two countries, which is full of bitterness, has become so deep and dark that the Ramrock people dare not even think of living in Dublin, and the Dubliners dare not even set foot in Ramrock.
An era of peace that is peaceful but not very peaceful.
This story records a strange incident that occurred in the rural village of Casnier, Ramrock, where peace was found. Some say it was a love and friendship that transcended borders.
If we talk about this, it seems like Dublin is a really bad country, but it's really not. There are thousands of parchment records of Dublin people being persecuted when Ramrock was strong 50 years ago. Historians from both countries agree that the true significance of the Dublin-Ramrock War is that 'Dublin and Ramrock finally reached a 1-1 score and became equal.'
Well, that's that for now. We're not studying the history of the two countries that have passed away.
The grudge between the two nations is more petty and petty than the young people fighting and venting their emotions. The deep-rooted ill-feeling has already sprouted long ago. The conflict between the two countries, which is full of bitterness, has become so deep and dark that the Ramrock people dare not even think of living in Dublin, and the Dubliners dare not even set foot in Ramrock.
An era of peace that is peaceful but not very peaceful.
This story records a strange incident that occurred in the rural village of Casnier, Ramrock, where peace was found. Some say it was a love and friendship that transcended borders.
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