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Rem:  The lord of the manor had benevolently given them a place to stay, and moreover, she adored her older sister enough that she did not mind offering up body and soul. If problems arose during these untroubled days, Rem took full responsibility.
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Roswaal:  "You have done well." The master would say in praise.
human
Rem:  She had heard such words from her homeland many times over.
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Sister:  "Don’t force yourself." Her sister would say to Rem out of concern.
human
Rem:  But even forcing herself was not yet enough.
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Irresponsible_Person:  "Why do you push yourself so hard?" One irresponsible person had asked Rem.
human
Rem:  That was obvious. Because she was inferior in anything and everything. Even if she pushed herself to the breaking point, whittling away her soul and burning her body to ash, she would never reach that which ought to have been.
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Rem:  What could she do to atone? And so, Rem dedicated her life to cutting open the path that her sister ought to have walked herself but that Rem had stolen from her. For Rem was a substitute for her sister in all things and nothing more.
human
Rem:  With her obsession strengthened, the seven years wore upon Rem. Others dutifully commended Rem on a daily basis for her earnest hard work, though to Rem these efforts never yielded satisfactory results. Even Margrave Roswaal praised her as a capable worker, to the point that he commanded her to serve at his side during that significant time when the royal selection was underway. And yet, all the praise she earned filled Rem’s chest with vague unease. The days and months had not made her sense of guilt fade away; indeed, they had only reinforced it—and she continued to live her life for the sake of her older sister.
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Rem:  And then, Lady Emilia and Sister had returned from the royal capital, bringing a foreign element into the mansion.
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Subaru:  "My name is Subaru Natsuki. Zero work experience! Pleased to meet you!" The wounded lad had been brought into the mansion because he had saved Emilia’s life. Upon waking, the young man negotiated with Roswaal and gained for himself the position of apprentice servant in no time at all.
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Rem:  Naturally, Rem was gripped by a deep sense of distrust toward the youth of uncertain origin. In particular, she could find nothing to like during the first two days, when the young man had plastered a smile on his face and worked constantly to win her and her sister’s favor. Furthermore, there was a scent wafting around him that triggered memories in Rem that she could barely endure. It was the scent of the witch—the miasma that surrounded only a few beings in the entire world. Ever since her homeland had become a sea of flames, Rem’s nose had learned how to pick out the scent. She did not know why. She knew only that it triggered abominable memories and that seven long, bitter years had taught her that nothing good came from that which accompanied the scent.