A country girl and an heir to a Dublin family who ran away. It seemed like an unlikely pairing, but the two of them turned out to be very good together.
Perhaps it's because Claude Biscov threw away his own qualitative happiness in life like a beggar... No, first of all, Claude Biscov just died, so it's a bit weird to say 'Claude Biscov, who just died, did this and that', should I call him Aaron? But he is Claude Biscov...
A brief moment of mental anomie came over White, but he realized that his questions were futile. He felt a weight lifted from his mind.
Mr. White nodded cheerfully and extended his hand again as if asking for a handshake.
“I’m going to go now.”
Aaron, who had been making a reluctant expression, noticed Leila's gaze and soon smiled viscously - it was Mr. White's gaze - and grabbed his hand. Mr. White's playfulness was suddenly activated.
“Mr. Claude Biscov, congratulations on your death.”
“He is dead, so we will not see him off.”
“Of course. Hehehe! Then may you rest in peace in your grave! May your wife live in peace!”
The strangest farewell in the world, and the road he turned to leave. Regardless of the situation or the treatment, Mr. White's steps were light as he finished the work simply.
Now, Mr. White's journey was over. It was so simple that it was almost breathtaking. If you take a carriage from Dublin to Casnier, it will take more than a month to get there and back, but it doesn't matter. Who would have thought that one person could be so cleanly and completely killed by the Dublin administration! I won't have to listen to the nagging of my ill-tempered employer! The guarantee will be gone! I'm rich! I can't help but hum.
Ah, what a beautiful Cassidy, Mr. White thought with all his heart as he looked around one last time before boarding the carriage.
Leila, who had been watching Mr. White go back, wrapped her arms around his waist. Aaron was quietly watching the carriage moving away beyond the fence.
“But if we do it like that... is it really okay?”
"Hmm?"
“...No matter what, I think Aaron would be upset if we made him a dead person.”
Aaron realized Leila's intentions a half beat later and smiled.
“I don’t feel anything.”
"Lie..."
“It’s a shame that I can’t make Leila richer, but I guess I really don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“I don’t need money or anything like that. We’re already well off, and all I need is Aaron. I just thought it would be sad to be separated from your family...”
“There’s Leila and Mr. Ben.”
Aaron laughed, rubbing his nose against Leila's forehead, who was feeling sorry as if it were her own. The last string was cut off. He felt relieved. He was worried that they might do something when they heard that he was alive, but they cleaned it up very neatly.
He didn't miss the gray riches and empty cinema of Eastern Rocks City at all. Something more precious was now in his arms.
“Leila, I will work harder from now on.”
“You’re already working so hard. It hurts me every time I see Dad ordering Aaron around.”
“I do it because I like it. It will make you happier.”
Aaron lightly kissed Leila's eyelids, loving the way her olive eyes looked at him with wide eyes. As if that wasn't enough, he moved to her lips. The kiss became more and more intense.
“What are these guys doing in front of the door all morning?”
Until Ben, who had just woken up, opened the door and came out to find them, startled.
“What a day! What a day! Don’t you get tired of it!”
“Oh, Dad, are you here too?”
“They say raising a daughter is useless!”
“I love you, Dad. Thank you for raising me.”
“Be quiet!”
Ben went out for a walk with Collie, thumping loudly. Leila giggled slightly when she noticed her father's red ears. Then she lifted her hooves slightly and whispered in Aaron's ear.
“I wish that house would be finished soon. So I can be with Aaron all the time.”
Aaron smiled lowly. For the first time, he was grateful to Nick Hamilton.
“Me too. I go in because the morning air is cold.”
Aaron opened the front door for her.
Do you deserve to be happy? Do you need qualifications to be happy? I don't think anyone can answer that question. Aaron decided not to think about it. Just holding on to the happiness he has now is enough, and he's busy enough every day.
“Yeah, oh, I have to prepare breakfast.”
“I’ll do it this morning.”
“Oh, why? Is it because what I made didn’t taste good?”
Aaron shook his head as he noticed Leila's expression hardening.
“...That’s not it, I just wanted to do it for you.”
"Really?"
“Yes, really.”
“Can I, can I, can I look forward to it?”
In Leila's laughter, the sadness of the Ramrocks who loved Dubliners could no longer be found. Aaron nodded and called out to her absentmindedly.
“Leila.”
"Yes?"
As of today, the past has truly sailed away on a small boat.
'Will you marry me?'
An old marriage certificate in an old drawer is a laughing matter.
The proposal that he had barely swallowed tickles his throat. The man is hoping. He wants to live until he dies, loving the woman who was once a pretty girl from the countryside and has now become his world. He wants to make beautiful memories with a beautiful person, in a beautiful place. He wants to make the person in front of him, who excites him with her easygoing beauty, happy.
“Love me for the rest of your life.” The begging words filled his throat again. Barely suppressing his impulse, Aaron swallowed what he was about to say and made a joke instead.
“...How long will you be pretty?”
“Tch, why are you suddenly acting so embarrassing again?”
“I asked because I was really curious. Why is Leila getting prettier?”
And he made up his mind again that he would definitely propose tomorrow.
Even if he can't make her the most blessed bride in the world, he wants to give her a love that no one else would envy. He will love her with all his heart. Aaron gazed at the hem of her skirt as she ran into the living room, smiling shyly. He savored the trembling heartbeat as if it were the moment when love first began. He returned to their treasured home.
The door is closed.
...This is all that can be found in the old book titled ‘Casnier’s Secret Record.’
'Was their love eternal?'
- Background
A more beautiful town without discrimination, Casnier.
[ END ]
Perhaps it's because Claude Biscov threw away his own qualitative happiness in life like a beggar... No, first of all, Claude Biscov just died, so it's a bit weird to say 'Claude Biscov, who just died, did this and that', should I call him Aaron? But he is Claude Biscov...
A brief moment of mental anomie came over White, but he realized that his questions were futile. He felt a weight lifted from his mind.
Mr. White nodded cheerfully and extended his hand again as if asking for a handshake.
“I’m going to go now.”
Aaron, who had been making a reluctant expression, noticed Leila's gaze and soon smiled viscously - it was Mr. White's gaze - and grabbed his hand. Mr. White's playfulness was suddenly activated.
“Mr. Claude Biscov, congratulations on your death.”
“He is dead, so we will not see him off.”
“Of course. Hehehe! Then may you rest in peace in your grave! May your wife live in peace!”
The strangest farewell in the world, and the road he turned to leave. Regardless of the situation or the treatment, Mr. White's steps were light as he finished the work simply.
Now, Mr. White's journey was over. It was so simple that it was almost breathtaking. If you take a carriage from Dublin to Casnier, it will take more than a month to get there and back, but it doesn't matter. Who would have thought that one person could be so cleanly and completely killed by the Dublin administration! I won't have to listen to the nagging of my ill-tempered employer! The guarantee will be gone! I'm rich! I can't help but hum.
Ah, what a beautiful Cassidy, Mr. White thought with all his heart as he looked around one last time before boarding the carriage.
Leila, who had been watching Mr. White go back, wrapped her arms around his waist. Aaron was quietly watching the carriage moving away beyond the fence.
“But if we do it like that... is it really okay?”
"Hmm?"
“...No matter what, I think Aaron would be upset if we made him a dead person.”
Aaron realized Leila's intentions a half beat later and smiled.
“I don’t feel anything.”
"Lie..."
“It’s a shame that I can’t make Leila richer, but I guess I really don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“I don’t need money or anything like that. We’re already well off, and all I need is Aaron. I just thought it would be sad to be separated from your family...”
“There’s Leila and Mr. Ben.”
Aaron laughed, rubbing his nose against Leila's forehead, who was feeling sorry as if it were her own. The last string was cut off. He felt relieved. He was worried that they might do something when they heard that he was alive, but they cleaned it up very neatly.
He didn't miss the gray riches and empty cinema of Eastern Rocks City at all. Something more precious was now in his arms.
“Leila, I will work harder from now on.”
“You’re already working so hard. It hurts me every time I see Dad ordering Aaron around.”
“I do it because I like it. It will make you happier.”
Aaron lightly kissed Leila's eyelids, loving the way her olive eyes looked at him with wide eyes. As if that wasn't enough, he moved to her lips. The kiss became more and more intense.
“What are these guys doing in front of the door all morning?”
Until Ben, who had just woken up, opened the door and came out to find them, startled.
“What a day! What a day! Don’t you get tired of it!”
“Oh, Dad, are you here too?”
“They say raising a daughter is useless!”
“I love you, Dad. Thank you for raising me.”
“Be quiet!”
Ben went out for a walk with Collie, thumping loudly. Leila giggled slightly when she noticed her father's red ears. Then she lifted her hooves slightly and whispered in Aaron's ear.
“I wish that house would be finished soon. So I can be with Aaron all the time.”
Aaron smiled lowly. For the first time, he was grateful to Nick Hamilton.
“Me too. I go in because the morning air is cold.”
Aaron opened the front door for her.
Do you deserve to be happy? Do you need qualifications to be happy? I don't think anyone can answer that question. Aaron decided not to think about it. Just holding on to the happiness he has now is enough, and he's busy enough every day.
“Yeah, oh, I have to prepare breakfast.”
“I’ll do it this morning.”
“Oh, why? Is it because what I made didn’t taste good?”
Aaron shook his head as he noticed Leila's expression hardening.
“...That’s not it, I just wanted to do it for you.”
"Really?"
“Yes, really.”
“Can I, can I, can I look forward to it?”
In Leila's laughter, the sadness of the Ramrocks who loved Dubliners could no longer be found. Aaron nodded and called out to her absentmindedly.
“Leila.”
"Yes?"
As of today, the past has truly sailed away on a small boat.
'Will you marry me?'
An old marriage certificate in an old drawer is a laughing matter.
The proposal that he had barely swallowed tickles his throat. The man is hoping. He wants to live until he dies, loving the woman who was once a pretty girl from the countryside and has now become his world. He wants to make beautiful memories with a beautiful person, in a beautiful place. He wants to make the person in front of him, who excites him with her easygoing beauty, happy.
“Love me for the rest of your life.” The begging words filled his throat again. Barely suppressing his impulse, Aaron swallowed what he was about to say and made a joke instead.
“...How long will you be pretty?”
“Tch, why are you suddenly acting so embarrassing again?”
“I asked because I was really curious. Why is Leila getting prettier?”
And he made up his mind again that he would definitely propose tomorrow.
Even if he can't make her the most blessed bride in the world, he wants to give her a love that no one else would envy. He will love her with all his heart. Aaron gazed at the hem of her skirt as she ran into the living room, smiling shyly. He savored the trembling heartbeat as if it were the moment when love first began. He returned to their treasured home.
The door is closed.
***
...This is all that can be found in the old book titled ‘Casnier’s Secret Record.’
'Was their love eternal?'
'Did Claude Biscov really return to Dublin?'
After this story became known, many people sought out Cassidy to find out the truth of the story and resolve their curiosity... but it is said that no one was able to find the answer. This is because the names of the protagonists of the memoir were recorded as pseudonyms by the author's intention.
Therefore, we must leave to our imagination what happens behind closed doors and the unrecorded stories of the margins.
However, there is a piece of paper with notes left by a person who visited and stayed at the Casnier. It is assumed that the notes are a complete transcript of the interview.
- Front
July 128.
...Mrs Dylan, the visit, the three-horse carriage, chatter, innocence, the price of two cups of tea, the heat.
Oh, Casnier? It’s a great place. The church bells resonate spiritually every day, and the Denara River is so beautiful! The grasslands where the ranches are spread out are peaceful, like a cradle given by nature!
Therefore, we must leave to our imagination what happens behind closed doors and the unrecorded stories of the margins.
However, there is a piece of paper with notes left by a person who visited and stayed at the Casnier. It is assumed that the notes are a complete transcript of the interview.
- Front
July 128.
...Mrs Dylan, the visit, the three-horse carriage, chatter, innocence, the price of two cups of tea, the heat.
Oh, Casnier? It’s a great place. The church bells resonate spiritually every day, and the Denara River is so beautiful! The grasslands where the ranches are spread out are peaceful, like a cradle given by nature!
Above all, the people of Casnier are always kind. They don’t discriminate against visitors, even foreigners! Isn’t discrimination against foreigners an innate Ramrock trait? Even my husband is wary of foreigners. Anyway, that’s what impressed me the most. I hope that someday our town will become a good town without discrimination...
Oh, and how is the security? Yes, security is important wherever you go. But don’t worry. The vigilante group has emerged and protects Casnier day and night. Casnier is a recommended travel destination! Recommended food? ...Um, oh, I just remembered something you must eat when you go to Casnier. A couple with four children live in a pretty yellow-roofed house on the banks of the Denara River, and the cookies the wife bakes are the second best in Casnier, but the bread is the best... (the text is blurry and illegible from here on out)―
- Background
A more beautiful town without discrimination, Casnier.
[ END ]
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