Anyway, he doesn't want to call them daughters or sons-in-law, but these two guys are just hanging around the house like that, so Ben would laugh like the wind was running out of his lungs dozens of times a day. They couldn't get married, but they still thought they could be a couple - or they were already a couple - and every day, whenever they made eye contact, they would express their arrogant affection with eyes that looked like they were dying of longing, so as a father, it was difficult to oppose them to the end.
To be honest, many uneducated men don't know the importance of a wife. Are there only a few of them? They all live like that. Anyone who sees them is strange because they practice the idea of 'ladies first' and play the noble game with their eyes dripping with honey.
How can he act like the son of a rich man when he's a penniless beggar? But maybe that's why. Sometimes, he gets the feeling that there's no one better than him, and sometimes, oh, very occasionally, he feels a sense of pride that he can't brag about the neatness of that guy who's his son-in-law; it was horrible to think of Aaron as a son-in-law.
This is how you win a mental victory.
Yes, well. He must be handsome and tall. He must be smart enough to play doctor. He must be polite and quick-witted. He must be so stupid that he can't stand to be a stubborn daughter. Except for his origins, he was flawless.
Ben had no intention of finding a new honeymoon room, but he also felt it would be a waste to leave Leila alone as she continued to crawl up to the attic to find that guy. He had to kick those guys out if he wanted to stop seeing their disgusting acts of love. So he decided to tear down the warehouse and build a small honeymoon room.
This is also for sale.
Ten days had passed since meeting the village chief and registering their marriage. However, Ben was still cold, so he didn't speak to Aaron first. Of course, that didn't mean he ignored him. Rather, he sighed deeply and said to Leila, "Feed that skinny guy some meat." He even did something nice, like slaughtering a cow and bringing it to him. He consoled himself by saying that if he hated something, he hated it, and if he fed something, he fed it.
And after about two weeks, whenever he went out to herd cattle, he started shouting, “I won’t leave you and my daughter alone!” and taking Aaron with him. Contrary to his harsh words, he was serious when he taught Aaron about herding cattle and shepherding.
Aaron teased him, wondering if he had calmed down, but he got hit on the back again before he could get his money's worth. His hand, which was like a pot lid, stung his eyes and brought tears to his eyes.
It was a day that somehow seemed disconnected from reality. Ben still ground his teeth whenever he saw Aaron, as if he were looking at him as an enemy, but it was only superficial. Even if he pretended not to, it was clear that his mood had been improving for about a week.
What happened a week ago was that while Aaron was sitting on the bare floor chopping wood, Ben came to find him and tapped his knee. He was the first to speak, saying, "Let's go for a drink. Come with me." He said that there would be a drinking party at Walter's General Store again today.
Aaron felt uncomfortable going into the city where soldiers were coming and going, but he followed along without showing it. But as expected, a little incident occurred.
Aaron witnessed two Ramrock soldiers extorting money from a boy on the street across from the general store.
Even for Aaron, who didn't often visit downtown Casnier, such a scene was not unfamiliar. He had seen soldiers harassing civilians in secret when he lived in another city in Ramrock. But this time, it felt a little different because they seemed to have no shame in brazenly extorting money in the open street. Brazenly robbing their own people? It was something he could never imagine in Dublin. At least not that he knew.
“Those guys are being ridiculous again. They’re being ridiculous.”
Ben, who frequently traveled downtown, ignored him with an expression of familiarity and boredom and went into Walter's general store.
No one helped the boy. Aaron found the sight too unpleasant. It would have been better if civilians had been persecuting civilians or if civilians had been persecuting soldiers. The young boy, who had been beaten, turned his pockets inside out and pleaded that he had nothing to give, but instead, he was kicked even more for it.
Standing there for too long was the cause of the trouble.
“You, you pale little bastard, what the hell are you talking about?”
The eyes of Aaron and one of Ramrock's soldiers, who were looking at him with displeasure, met.
The rumor about the blond-haired, blue-eyed Dublin soldier, Aaron, is widespread among the townspeople. The Casniers who meet him are quick to recognize the truth. However, the soldiers spat at him and demanded his identity in a threatening manner, as if he were a soldier from outside the country.
“Can’t you hear what I’m saying?”
Aaron smiled, pretending to stroke the back of his neck to make sure the dog tag around his neck was well hidden. He had been working on his accent while living with Leila, but he still had a Dublin accent, so he had to keep his words short.
“I’m a villager... I think it’s a bit excessive.”
“You fucking asshole, what were you talking about!”
A fist flew in and hit Aaron. Aaron, who didn't dodge and got hit, fell to the ground. Before he could even wipe his mouth, another kick came flying. The soldiers kicked and stomped on Aaron excitedly, then turned around as if they were feeling a little better.
Aaron, who was getting angry, smiled bitterly when he found a familiar face standing on the other side of the alley. Penny, Leila's friend, was standing there, going somewhere. And next to Penny was the boy who had just been robbed by the soldiers. It was awkward to greet them, but he greeted them. Penny looked at him for a while and then returned to the other side with the injured child.
“That idiot.”
When he turned his head, Ben, who had gone into Walter's store, was back out. He had come to laugh at the bastard, thinking that he must be so slow that he didn't even know how to open the store door. Ben looked at Aaron's wounds with displeasure and spat out a sarcastic remark.
“What the hell is that, a normal kid who doesn’t know he’s being beaten up and getting beaten up!”
“That’s right.”
“Did you get caught?”
At the question that seemed to contain a little worry, Aaron shook his head, smiling with the corners of his slightly swollen lips pulled back.
“Let’s go. Your face looks like it’s lost its taste for alcohol. Go back. Hey! Walter, I’m coming! You bastards, just drink a hundred or thousand alcoholic beverages and then die!”
After shouting that inside the general store, Ben lifted Aaron up and silently walked ahead. Aaron followed him, feeling somewhat apologetic.
“Damn it, oh man, that pisses me off, oh man, that idiot.”
Aaron just smiled at Ben, who kept mumbling like that. He was full of worries and sighs. He felt like his throat was choking up when he said thank you, so he just smiled.
When they got home, Leila was horrified at his appearance. Aaron laughed and said it was okay, but Leila was furious. "I'm going to report them. Those soldiers!" Aaron had to struggle a second time to calm her down as she said that and ran into the city.
Anyway, from that day on, Ben didn't tell Aaron to go downtown. It was obvious that Leila didn't want Aaron to go downtown and get into trouble again, so he didn't really follow him. However, he felt uncomfortable with Leila going to the market alone or pulling a heavy cart, so he went with her to a place a little far from the downtown entrance and waited there to help her with her luggage.
But the reason he brought up this issue today was for another reason. From that day on, Ben had completely laid down the order, saying, 'You should not go near that place for a while!' Because of that, Aaron's thoughts became a little complicated.
Aaron, who had been thinking about the situation all day, asked as he followed Ben out to herd cattle.
“Isn’t it very good?”
"What."
Ben, who had been pretending not to notice, soon licked his lips with a displeased look.
“Yeah, that’s not good! Live like you’re dead for a while. The soldiers are more energetic, and there was chaos not long ago. The soldiers don’t protect the people.”
“What's going on?”
“This time, they killed someone. Those guys.”
“...”
“Not a Dubliner. No one from Dublin’s bold enough to live in the city. Anyway, they’re still arresting Dubliners these days, but I told them that you’re a guest in my house. If you behave yourself and don’t stand out, things will get better later. But there’s no son of a bitch in this town who sells out his family’s guests.”
Ben said in a confident voice.
He didn't tell them that Aaron and Leila had a wedding without a ceremony. Instead, he told them that Aaron was a guest living with a housemate. Even for that alone, the villagers who had deep anti-Dublin sentiments criticized Ben. Ben didn't care at all and would shout, "You want me to hit you with your balls!" and shut his mouth, but Aaron always felt sorry.
He did something he shouldn't have done to Leila or to Ben.
But as always, he didn't apologize because he had no regrets.
Aaron answered with a slight smile and then asked.
“But in Ramrock... well, there’s no punishment for soldiers treating their own people like that.”
“There is talk of the military regulating things, but even so, the top brass are soldiers, so what’s the big difference? Oh, well, I heard there was a story about that. It’s said that because the soldiers were acting like gangsters and robbers, high-ranking central military officials personally went around and got rid of the rotten ones. That’s just a rumor.”
"Yes."
“Stop talking nonsense... that guy is running away. Catch him!”
“If you follow my words, I will give you the stars from the sky.”
“What are you talking about?
The astonished Ben's scream rang out loud. You lured my daughter with such a sentimental remark!
To be honest, many uneducated men don't know the importance of a wife. Are there only a few of them? They all live like that. Anyone who sees them is strange because they practice the idea of 'ladies first' and play the noble game with their eyes dripping with honey.
How can he act like the son of a rich man when he's a penniless beggar? But maybe that's why. Sometimes, he gets the feeling that there's no one better than him, and sometimes, oh, very occasionally, he feels a sense of pride that he can't brag about the neatness of that guy who's his son-in-law; it was horrible to think of Aaron as a son-in-law.
This is how you win a mental victory.
Yes, well. He must be handsome and tall. He must be smart enough to play doctor. He must be polite and quick-witted. He must be so stupid that he can't stand to be a stubborn daughter. Except for his origins, he was flawless.
Ben had no intention of finding a new honeymoon room, but he also felt it would be a waste to leave Leila alone as she continued to crawl up to the attic to find that guy. He had to kick those guys out if he wanted to stop seeing their disgusting acts of love. So he decided to tear down the warehouse and build a small honeymoon room.
This is also for sale.
Ten days had passed since meeting the village chief and registering their marriage. However, Ben was still cold, so he didn't speak to Aaron first. Of course, that didn't mean he ignored him. Rather, he sighed deeply and said to Leila, "Feed that skinny guy some meat." He even did something nice, like slaughtering a cow and bringing it to him. He consoled himself by saying that if he hated something, he hated it, and if he fed something, he fed it.
And after about two weeks, whenever he went out to herd cattle, he started shouting, “I won’t leave you and my daughter alone!” and taking Aaron with him. Contrary to his harsh words, he was serious when he taught Aaron about herding cattle and shepherding.
Aaron teased him, wondering if he had calmed down, but he got hit on the back again before he could get his money's worth. His hand, which was like a pot lid, stung his eyes and brought tears to his eyes.
It was a day that somehow seemed disconnected from reality. Ben still ground his teeth whenever he saw Aaron, as if he were looking at him as an enemy, but it was only superficial. Even if he pretended not to, it was clear that his mood had been improving for about a week.
What happened a week ago was that while Aaron was sitting on the bare floor chopping wood, Ben came to find him and tapped his knee. He was the first to speak, saying, "Let's go for a drink. Come with me." He said that there would be a drinking party at Walter's General Store again today.
Aaron felt uncomfortable going into the city where soldiers were coming and going, but he followed along without showing it. But as expected, a little incident occurred.
Aaron witnessed two Ramrock soldiers extorting money from a boy on the street across from the general store.
Even for Aaron, who didn't often visit downtown Casnier, such a scene was not unfamiliar. He had seen soldiers harassing civilians in secret when he lived in another city in Ramrock. But this time, it felt a little different because they seemed to have no shame in brazenly extorting money in the open street. Brazenly robbing their own people? It was something he could never imagine in Dublin. At least not that he knew.
“Those guys are being ridiculous again. They’re being ridiculous.”
Ben, who frequently traveled downtown, ignored him with an expression of familiarity and boredom and went into Walter's general store.
No one helped the boy. Aaron found the sight too unpleasant. It would have been better if civilians had been persecuting civilians or if civilians had been persecuting soldiers. The young boy, who had been beaten, turned his pockets inside out and pleaded that he had nothing to give, but instead, he was kicked even more for it.
Standing there for too long was the cause of the trouble.
“You, you pale little bastard, what the hell are you talking about?”
The eyes of Aaron and one of Ramrock's soldiers, who were looking at him with displeasure, met.
The rumor about the blond-haired, blue-eyed Dublin soldier, Aaron, is widespread among the townspeople. The Casniers who meet him are quick to recognize the truth. However, the soldiers spat at him and demanded his identity in a threatening manner, as if he were a soldier from outside the country.
“Can’t you hear what I’m saying?”
Aaron smiled, pretending to stroke the back of his neck to make sure the dog tag around his neck was well hidden. He had been working on his accent while living with Leila, but he still had a Dublin accent, so he had to keep his words short.
“I’m a villager... I think it’s a bit excessive.”
“You fucking asshole, what were you talking about!”
A fist flew in and hit Aaron. Aaron, who didn't dodge and got hit, fell to the ground. Before he could even wipe his mouth, another kick came flying. The soldiers kicked and stomped on Aaron excitedly, then turned around as if they were feeling a little better.
Aaron, who was getting angry, smiled bitterly when he found a familiar face standing on the other side of the alley. Penny, Leila's friend, was standing there, going somewhere. And next to Penny was the boy who had just been robbed by the soldiers. It was awkward to greet them, but he greeted them. Penny looked at him for a while and then returned to the other side with the injured child.
“That idiot.”
When he turned his head, Ben, who had gone into Walter's store, was back out. He had come to laugh at the bastard, thinking that he must be so slow that he didn't even know how to open the store door. Ben looked at Aaron's wounds with displeasure and spat out a sarcastic remark.
“What the hell is that, a normal kid who doesn’t know he’s being beaten up and getting beaten up!”
“That’s right.”
“Did you get caught?”
At the question that seemed to contain a little worry, Aaron shook his head, smiling with the corners of his slightly swollen lips pulled back.
“Let’s go. Your face looks like it’s lost its taste for alcohol. Go back. Hey! Walter, I’m coming! You bastards, just drink a hundred or thousand alcoholic beverages and then die!”
After shouting that inside the general store, Ben lifted Aaron up and silently walked ahead. Aaron followed him, feeling somewhat apologetic.
“Damn it, oh man, that pisses me off, oh man, that idiot.”
Aaron just smiled at Ben, who kept mumbling like that. He was full of worries and sighs. He felt like his throat was choking up when he said thank you, so he just smiled.
When they got home, Leila was horrified at his appearance. Aaron laughed and said it was okay, but Leila was furious. "I'm going to report them. Those soldiers!" Aaron had to struggle a second time to calm her down as she said that and ran into the city.
Anyway, from that day on, Ben didn't tell Aaron to go downtown. It was obvious that Leila didn't want Aaron to go downtown and get into trouble again, so he didn't really follow him. However, he felt uncomfortable with Leila going to the market alone or pulling a heavy cart, so he went with her to a place a little far from the downtown entrance and waited there to help her with her luggage.
But the reason he brought up this issue today was for another reason. From that day on, Ben had completely laid down the order, saying, 'You should not go near that place for a while!' Because of that, Aaron's thoughts became a little complicated.
Aaron, who had been thinking about the situation all day, asked as he followed Ben out to herd cattle.
“Isn’t it very good?”
"What."
Ben, who had been pretending not to notice, soon licked his lips with a displeased look.
“Yeah, that’s not good! Live like you’re dead for a while. The soldiers are more energetic, and there was chaos not long ago. The soldiers don’t protect the people.”
“What's going on?”
“This time, they killed someone. Those guys.”
“...”
“Not a Dubliner. No one from Dublin’s bold enough to live in the city. Anyway, they’re still arresting Dubliners these days, but I told them that you’re a guest in my house. If you behave yourself and don’t stand out, things will get better later. But there’s no son of a bitch in this town who sells out his family’s guests.”
Ben said in a confident voice.
He didn't tell them that Aaron and Leila had a wedding without a ceremony. Instead, he told them that Aaron was a guest living with a housemate. Even for that alone, the villagers who had deep anti-Dublin sentiments criticized Ben. Ben didn't care at all and would shout, "You want me to hit you with your balls!" and shut his mouth, but Aaron always felt sorry.
He did something he shouldn't have done to Leila or to Ben.
But as always, he didn't apologize because he had no regrets.
Aaron answered with a slight smile and then asked.
“But in Ramrock... well, there’s no punishment for soldiers treating their own people like that.”
“There is talk of the military regulating things, but even so, the top brass are soldiers, so what’s the big difference? Oh, well, I heard there was a story about that. It’s said that because the soldiers were acting like gangsters and robbers, high-ranking central military officials personally went around and got rid of the rotten ones. That’s just a rumor.”
"Yes."
“Stop talking nonsense... that guy is running away. Catch him!”
“If you follow my words, I will give you the stars from the sky.”
“What are you talking about?
The astonished Ben's scream rang out loud. You lured my daughter with such a sentimental remark!
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