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Roswaal:  "Though gates mend differently for each person, it would take years no matter what. He will face a very difficult choice.” Roswaal, bearer of the title of court magician, keenly appreciated the state Subaru was in.
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Ram:  Ram nodded at Roswaal’s conclusion before voicing how Subaru’s condition was even graver still. “It is not merely an issue of his damaged gate but the remnants of the curses as well.”
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Roswaal:  “—I thought the danger of activation has passed?”
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Ram:  “The casters…in this case, the Urugarum…have been eliminated, so there are no casters to activate the curses…but the rites for them still remain in Barusu’s body.”
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Roswaal:  “So they are intertwined with such complexity that even Beatrice cannot unravel them… My, my, that is a curse in an altogether different sense… I suppose this means we must reward his service all the mooore.” Though the rites remaining in the absence of their casters was some cause for concern, there was essentially no danger of their activating. However, Subaru’s body had taken the bullets that, in the worst case, would have spread to others still, those not only in his employ but also, more importantly, Emilia. As a result, Emilia’s participation in the royal selection had been preserved. It was, in every way, service that merited a reward.
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Roswaal:  “Incidentally, Ram…concerning the iiissue of the demon beasts, did you check on what I asked you to?” Roswaal asked with a meek look that was quite rare to see on him, and it threw Ram off a fair bit. He awaited her reply as she touched her forehead. Her finger prodded the old wound beneath her headdress.
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Ram:  Ram felt the faint throb of the scar as she made her report. “As far as I have determined from the corpses that remain, the demon beasts were all hornless.”
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Roswaal:  Roswaal exhaled at Ram’s reply. He leaned back against his chair. “The demon beasts I mopped up were the same. Howeeever, that makes this something far larger than an issue of mere noxious beasts, does it nooot?”
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Ram:  “A demon beast with its horn severed will obey the one who severed it. That would mean some fool directed the beasts toward your manor or your lands in general, Master Roswaal.”
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Roswaal:  “It is no doubt relaaated to the royal selection. Like the invitation to Garfiel’s land, this has interfered with us considerably.”
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Ram:  Ram raised her eyebrows at the invocation of the well-known name. “Gar…Garfiel, you say?”
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Roswaal:  Roswaal had a conflicted look as he shrugged. His behavior was aloof, but Ram was acutely aware that this was no small matter. Indeed, it was a battle with low odds of victory. They needed every card they could add to their hand. Ram knew very well that she was one of those cards. Her inability to do anything but watch Roswaal battle alone chafed at her. “Let us return to the matter at hand. Do you have an educated guess as to the ‘ringleader’ who severed the horns?”
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Ram:  “…Tentatively. But the trail has already gone cold.