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Beatrice:  She could not help but regret that from the bottom of her heart as she reunited with her mother, who by rights she should have been unable to even face.
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Roswaal:  “…For all that, you have quite a relieved look upon your face, do you noooot?” The man on the other side of the coffin—Roswaal—easily guessed how Beatrice truly felt. As always, the man was disgustingly good at pointing things out.
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Beatrice:  However, Beatrice could not help but put her discordant feelings aside. It was hardly unrelated to the man having taken off his makeup and exposing his bare face. "You look most relieved of all, Roswaal. It is not like you to stand before Betty without your makeup on… Truly, is it like you at all, I wonder?”
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Roswaal:  Roswaal said nothing in response to Beatrice’s words. All he did was make a lonely smile. That was even more unusual.
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Beatrice:  Lowering her eyes at his reaction, Betty continued: “Besides, you must have your own things to say to Mother. To you… To your family, meeting Mother again was your long-cherished desire, I suppose.” More than anyone else, Beatrice witnessed the changes four centuries had wrought upon the House of Roswaal—founded by the first Roswaal who apprenticed under Echidna. In the battle against Hector the Devil, Roswaal had lost all his capacity to use magic rather than his life. After Echidna’s passing, he had entered the archive of forbidden books and immersed himself in search of something, and then he died, entrusting his dream to the next generation. For each and every generation since, the head of the household inherited the name of Roswaal. The genius of the first Roswaal was rediscovered time and time again, and the House of Mathers grew. Roswaal L. Mathers was the living compilation of all that had come before him. Beatrice was actually quite bewildered that his talent surpassed even that of the first Roswaal, who Echidna herself had considered remarkable. The likes of him had never been seen in the past; none other could claim to be the world’s mightiest magic user. “Yet, even with all that talent, you could not escape from the curse that binds the Mathers family. You are ghosts, dreaming of reuniting with my dear, departed mother… I sympathize with you, if only slightly.” Beatrice was speaking of Roswaal’s way of life, able only to obey the destiny laid out generation after generation. His family greatly resembled her, continually bound by a single pact made four centuries prior. Ironically, the moments she had spent with the first Roswaal before the day of that pact four hundred years before remained fresh in her mind.