Regardless of the truth of the situation, the moment Ben was in a state of rage, he kicked the chair and stood up.
“Rape, what did you say now?”
At the sudden shout, Leila came running with a slight limp.
“Dad, why, why are you doing that?”
“This son of a bitch! What did you just say!”
“I told you that I raped Leila.”
Only then did Leila realize what was happening, and a look of shock appeared on her face.
“Eh, eh, Aaron!”
“Leila, would you please step aside for a moment?”
Leila stared blankly at Aaron, who pushed her away without any hesitation. Until Ben shouted and flipped the table over.
“You, you, you, you! You stay out!”
He had decided to throw Leila away, but it was an old house with no door in the kitchen. Leila was fidgeting and hiding behind a pillar outside the kitchen, her eyes peeking out.
Oh, blood pressure. His blood pressure was rising, and his eyes were about to burst. He couldn't find any sense of reality at the start of this ridiculous day. Ben glared at that kid, wondering if he was really serious, but Aaron just met his gaze without blinking. Until he said this.
“I thought I’d get beaten up first, but you’re more gentle than I thought.”
“You son of a bitch, what are you saying all of a sudden with such a clean face?”
“I’m not joking, Mr. Ben. I raped Leila yesterday with intent, and I’m telling you that. Leila did nothing wrong.”
After grumbling for a while, Ben gulped down the milk and kicked the table because he still felt uneasy.
“There is no excuse. Now that it has come to this, I would rather marry Leila. I think it would be better for Leila, too. If you won’t allow it, just take me to the military police. I have committed a crime.”
Ben listened to that bastard's nonsense as he poured out his words.
"...You, you, what’s wrong with your head?”
Ben thought Aaron was a pretty good guy. If only he weren't a soldier from Dublin, or if even a Dubliner didn't have any ill intentions toward Leila, he'd be happy. He probably knew that too. But today, he's gone crazy. What's going on all of a sudden?
Aaron smiled with a somewhat tired face and stroked his chin. His upright posture and unbroken expression gave him the same aura as the high-ranking nobles or businessmen who occasionally wandered around. As expected, the conversation that followed was even more impressive.
“I did it with intent and in good conscience. It was not done accidentally or under the influence of alcohol. In my hometown of Dublin, rape is a felony punishable by 15 years in prison. I believe there will be a penalty for rape in Ramrock, even if it is not the same. So if you don’t like it, just report me to the gendarmes. It would be better for Leila’s honor. Even if Mr. Ben doesn’t like it, I will go to the gendarmes and turn myself in.”
In his 45 years of life, has he ever been so speechless?
'Oh my God. Is this guy in front of me really crazy?'
No, no, yes. Ben had already guessed to some extent. He just ignored it because Aaron was always careful with Leila as far as he could see. It wasn't the first time he had seen Leila cling to Aaron like that. Ben knew better than anyone that getting hit on by young people wouldn't be stopped by adults.
'This son of a bitch.'
It was the same everywhere in Ramrock; parents of grown children would lament, "It's lucky that they don't suddenly have a child." Ben felt the same way. After finding out that Aaron was cautious with Leila, he wanted to think of it as just having another son. It would be fine if he kept going like this, and if he just left, that wouldn't be such a bad ending. Aaron was a very strict person, and he trusted that he wouldn't do anything rash. And if he assimilated well into Casnier later, it was unlikely, but he could still consider it.
But no, no, this sly little brat had already pushed her into the trap. Rape!? It was more than just some young kids getting their asses kicked. What would happen to Leila if he said rape himself? The whole town knew that guy was a Dubliner.
But what? Spread a rumor in the neighborhood that a soldier from Dublin raped his daughter!
“I will follow Mr. Ben’s choice.”
What makes him even madder is that he did it knowing he wouldn't report him. The next thing that makes Ben eyes roll back is that the daughter who can't do anything but stand there and peek inside is looking at this son of a bitch with a impressed look on her face.
'She doesn't even think about burning inside her father!'
Ben, who was glaring at Aaron with hardened eyes, clenched his fist so hard that the tendons on his forearm stood out. Aaron just nodded silently and added, “I’m sorry.” His face didn’t look the least bit sorry.
He reached out to the table, but felt even more angry when he found nothing to touch. Ben quietly turned around and glared at Leila. Leila shook her head violently. “It’s not Aaron’s fault.” She muttered in a voice as small as a mosquito.
Ben soon burst into laughter, unable to believe it. Then he threw the wooden glass containing the milk into the dishwashing bucket and shook his hands. Leila was terrified as she looked at Ben, who suddenly started doing something else in the tense atmosphere. Ben muttered quietly. It was an unusually small voice for him.
“...That’s right. I have to raise my daughter like that, even if it means living like that.”
“I will take responsibility.”
Hahaha, Ben, who was nodding and laughing heartily, looked a little strange. When Aaron sensed something bad and quietly pushed his chair away and stood up, Ben, who was holding a brass pot hanging on the kitchen wall, ran towards him with a bear-like roar.
“This bark is like a Dublin guy!
The brass pot in Ben's hand gleamed with a very menacing brass color.
Aaron was willing to endure Ben's violence, but really, this wasn't just anger; it was murderous intent. He was relentlessly chasing after him as he backed away in confusion, and the pot made a clanking sound. It was no joke; he hit his shoulder hard enough to dent the pot.
“Dad, no, that’s not Aaron! No!”
Eventually, Leila, with tears streaming down her face, ran over and tried to stop him by hanging onto Ben's arm, but Ben seemed to be irrational.
“Let go! I’m going to make a life-or-death decision today!”
“No! No! I did it because I liked it. It wasn’t Aaron who did that to me...! I attacked him first!”
“No, Leila. I’m not the type of person who needs to be protected.”
“What the hell is wrong with you! No, I did it because I liked it, Dad!”
As Ben's arm began to swing not only the pot but also the dangling Leila, Aaron had no choice but to grab Ben's arm tightly.
“Mr. Ben, Leila is hurt.”
“Eeeeeee! Yaaaaah! You bastaaaard!”
Ben was even more furious at the thought of being caught by this skinny guy, but Aaron's strength was stronger than he could imagine, and it was not easy to shake him off. Damn it! Who wouldn't know that he was an ex-soldier! Aaron said with a sly smile as he looked at Ben's tightly closed lips.
“Master.”
“...”
“I will live carrying your daughter on my back.”
Leila cried again, saying it was great, and ran to Aaron and hugged him. Ben opened his mouth stupidly and looked at that shameless Dublin punk.
It was not the same as that hr rushed into his own son -in -law who said that he had raped his daughter in front of her father, or he was hung on his arms. Looking back, the two kites seemed to be squeezed, and the duglin of the army's arm had to roll his head and decide to make a decision.
Knock knock. The strength left his hands, and the pot rolled on the floor with a loud noise. It was so dented that it was hard to call it a pot anymore. However, it took quite a while for his anger to subside after that.
All evening long, the shouts of 'Get out!', 'Report me!', 'No, Daddy, just let me off the hook, Daddy. I can't do without Aaron!', 'Get out of my sight, you bloody Dublin bastard!', 'Please, stop Aaron, too. Please.', 'I'm sorry about Leila, but there's nothing I can do. If you want me to leave, Dad, you can report me to the Military Police!', 'Who's your father-in-law Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' echoed through the old house.
And finally, Ben, who had been grumbling until dawn that day, raised both hands and feet.
Brother-in-law, this son of a bitch left him to his own devices and this is how he ended up with this pair. When they're all fired up and their eyes meet, they make lovey-dovey faces and create all sorts of awkward atmospheres. He can't bear to open his eyes and watch. It's all his fault.
“Do whatever you want!”
Collie, who was curled up and sleeping in the kennel, tilted his head at the loud scream.
Collie's day passed by rather peacefully.
“Rape, what did you say now?”
At the sudden shout, Leila came running with a slight limp.
“Dad, why, why are you doing that?”
“This son of a bitch! What did you just say!”
“I told you that I raped Leila.”
Only then did Leila realize what was happening, and a look of shock appeared on her face.
“Eh, eh, Aaron!”
“Leila, would you please step aside for a moment?”
Leila stared blankly at Aaron, who pushed her away without any hesitation. Until Ben shouted and flipped the table over.
“You, you, you, you! You stay out!”
***
He had decided to throw Leila away, but it was an old house with no door in the kitchen. Leila was fidgeting and hiding behind a pillar outside the kitchen, her eyes peeking out.
Oh, blood pressure. His blood pressure was rising, and his eyes were about to burst. He couldn't find any sense of reality at the start of this ridiculous day. Ben glared at that kid, wondering if he was really serious, but Aaron just met his gaze without blinking. Until he said this.
“I thought I’d get beaten up first, but you’re more gentle than I thought.”
“You son of a bitch, what are you saying all of a sudden with such a clean face?”
“I’m not joking, Mr. Ben. I raped Leila yesterday with intent, and I’m telling you that. Leila did nothing wrong.”
“You asshole, stop talking about rape, because I really want to fuck you!”
“There is no excuse. Now that it has come to this, I would rather marry Leila. I think it would be better for Leila, too. If you won’t allow it, just take me to the military police. I have committed a crime.”
Ben listened to that bastard's nonsense as he poured out his words.
"...You, you, what’s wrong with your head?”
Ben thought Aaron was a pretty good guy. If only he weren't a soldier from Dublin, or if even a Dubliner didn't have any ill intentions toward Leila, he'd be happy. He probably knew that too. But today, he's gone crazy. What's going on all of a sudden?
Aaron smiled with a somewhat tired face and stroked his chin. His upright posture and unbroken expression gave him the same aura as the high-ranking nobles or businessmen who occasionally wandered around. As expected, the conversation that followed was even more impressive.
“I did it with intent and in good conscience. It was not done accidentally or under the influence of alcohol. In my hometown of Dublin, rape is a felony punishable by 15 years in prison. I believe there will be a penalty for rape in Ramrock, even if it is not the same. So if you don’t like it, just report me to the gendarmes. It would be better for Leila’s honor. Even if Mr. Ben doesn’t like it, I will go to the gendarmes and turn myself in.”
In his 45 years of life, has he ever been so speechless?
'Oh my God. Is this guy in front of me really crazy?'
No, no, yes. Ben had already guessed to some extent. He just ignored it because Aaron was always careful with Leila as far as he could see. It wasn't the first time he had seen Leila cling to Aaron like that. Ben knew better than anyone that getting hit on by young people wouldn't be stopped by adults.
'This son of a bitch.'
It was the same everywhere in Ramrock; parents of grown children would lament, "It's lucky that they don't suddenly have a child." Ben felt the same way. After finding out that Aaron was cautious with Leila, he wanted to think of it as just having another son. It would be fine if he kept going like this, and if he just left, that wouldn't be such a bad ending. Aaron was a very strict person, and he trusted that he wouldn't do anything rash. And if he assimilated well into Casnier later, it was unlikely, but he could still consider it.
But no, no, this sly little brat had already pushed her into the trap. Rape!? It was more than just some young kids getting their asses kicked. What would happen to Leila if he said rape himself? The whole town knew that guy was a Dubliner.
But what? Spread a rumor in the neighborhood that a soldier from Dublin raped his daughter!
“I will follow Mr. Ben’s choice.”
What makes him even madder is that he did it knowing he wouldn't report him. The next thing that makes Ben eyes roll back is that the daughter who can't do anything but stand there and peek inside is looking at this son of a bitch with a impressed look on her face.
'She doesn't even think about burning inside her father!'
Ben, who was glaring at Aaron with hardened eyes, clenched his fist so hard that the tendons on his forearm stood out. Aaron just nodded silently and added, “I’m sorry.” His face didn’t look the least bit sorry.
He reached out to the table, but felt even more angry when he found nothing to touch. Ben quietly turned around and glared at Leila. Leila shook her head violently. “It’s not Aaron’s fault.” She muttered in a voice as small as a mosquito.
Ben soon burst into laughter, unable to believe it. Then he threw the wooden glass containing the milk into the dishwashing bucket and shook his hands. Leila was terrified as she looked at Ben, who suddenly started doing something else in the tense atmosphere. Ben muttered quietly. It was an unusually small voice for him.
“...That’s right. I have to raise my daughter like that, even if it means living like that.”
“I will take responsibility.”
Hahaha, Ben, who was nodding and laughing heartily, looked a little strange. When Aaron sensed something bad and quietly pushed his chair away and stood up, Ben, who was holding a brass pot hanging on the kitchen wall, ran towards him with a bear-like roar.
“This bark is like a Dublin guy!
The brass pot in Ben's hand gleamed with a very menacing brass color.
Aaron was willing to endure Ben's violence, but really, this wasn't just anger; it was murderous intent. He was relentlessly chasing after him as he backed away in confusion, and the pot made a clanking sound. It was no joke; he hit his shoulder hard enough to dent the pot.
“Dad, no, that’s not Aaron! No!”
Eventually, Leila, with tears streaming down her face, ran over and tried to stop him by hanging onto Ben's arm, but Ben seemed to be irrational.
“Let go! I’m going to make a life-or-death decision today!”
“No! No! I did it because I liked it. It wasn’t Aaron who did that to me...! I attacked him first!”
“No, Leila. I’m not the type of person who needs to be protected.”
“What the hell is wrong with you! No, I did it because I liked it, Dad!”
As Ben's arm began to swing not only the pot but also the dangling Leila, Aaron had no choice but to grab Ben's arm tightly.
“Mr. Ben, Leila is hurt.”
“Eeeeeee! Yaaaaah! You bastaaaard!”
Ben was even more furious at the thought of being caught by this skinny guy, but Aaron's strength was stronger than he could imagine, and it was not easy to shake him off. Damn it! Who wouldn't know that he was an ex-soldier! Aaron said with a sly smile as he looked at Ben's tightly closed lips.
“Master.”
“...”
“I will live carrying your daughter on my back.”
Leila cried again, saying it was great, and ran to Aaron and hugged him. Ben opened his mouth stupidly and looked at that shameless Dublin punk.
It was not the same as that hr rushed into his own son -in -law who said that he had raped his daughter in front of her father, or he was hung on his arms. Looking back, the two kites seemed to be squeezed, and the duglin of the army's arm had to roll his head and decide to make a decision.
Knock knock. The strength left his hands, and the pot rolled on the floor with a loud noise. It was so dented that it was hard to call it a pot anymore. However, it took quite a while for his anger to subside after that.
All evening long, the shouts of 'Get out!', 'Report me!', 'No, Daddy, just let me off the hook, Daddy. I can't do without Aaron!', 'Get out of my sight, you bloody Dublin bastard!', 'Please, stop Aaron, too. Please.', 'I'm sorry about Leila, but there's nothing I can do. If you want me to leave, Dad, you can report me to the Military Police!', 'Who's your father-in-law Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' echoed through the old house.
And finally, Ben, who had been grumbling until dawn that day, raised both hands and feet.
Brother-in-law, this son of a bitch left him to his own devices and this is how he ended up with this pair. When they're all fired up and their eyes meet, they make lovey-dovey faces and create all sorts of awkward atmospheres. He can't bear to open his eyes and watch. It's all his fault.
“Do whatever you want!”
Collie, who was curled up and sleeping in the kennel, tilted his head at the loud scream.
Collie's day passed by rather peacefully.
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