human
Ram:  Leaving the parlor of repentant mayonnaise thieves behind them, Ram called out to Roswaal in front of her. "What a ridiculous farce—don’t you agree, Master Roswaal?"
gpt
Roswaal:  His shoulders shook with laughter as he replied, "I think it was a raaather entertaining performance, don’t you? Subaru truly is a card. And he kept me captivated to the very end—I am pleased."
human
Ram:  "I wouldn’t stroke Barusu’s ego if I were you. He’ll do something even more outrageous.”
gpt
Roswaal:  "And I would welcome that—does that make you angry, Ram? Hmmm?"
human
Ram:  Unable to object to her master’s cheer, Ram sighed quietly to herself. She was never able to oppose anything Roswaal said. Pouring her entire being into her master’s wishes was her way of showing her loving devotion.
gpt
Ram:  "That coin…how did you move it, Master?"
human
Roswaal:  "A combination of wind and earth magic. I used the wind to scatter my mana beyond detection and localized vibrations to move the coin. Beatrice and the great spirit both opted to ignore it."
gpt
Ram:  Roswaal’s remorseless answer brought his two accomplices into Ram’s mind. They were an interesting pair. The cat spirit’s participation was cheerful, while the girl’s was begrudging. "Still, I sensed an anomaly in that final exchange."
human
Ram:  "I find it hard to believe that Lady Beatrice and the great spirit would both dig their own graves."
gpt
Roswaal:  "Well, the unpredicted occurred. After all, that last exchange is also beyond my comprehension."
human
Ram:  "Huh?"
gpt
Roswaal:  "What I’m saying is that not all of this was my little game. There was no interference with my mana then either. Now, that begs the question: What did young Subaru summon? Hmmm?" Roswaal winked at the bewildered Ram. He was either joking or sincerely enjoying an actual mystery, but Ram couldn’t tell which. She hoped that it was all nonsense on Roswaal’s part—but on the off chance that wasn’t the case…
human
Ram:  "That ritual…let’s ban it at the mansion from now on. Yes." Bowing deeply, Ram’s heart firmly made the decision. Thus, the imported Kokkuri was deemed taboo—just as it was in the world from which it came—and it was never used again at Roswaal Manor.