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Ram:  That was as true now as it was the day her horn was broken and her life as an Oni was also broken. She had not been especially attached to that way of life. The reason she had considered the white horn growing from her forehead the most unpleasant thing in this world was because it had been a part of her. And yet here she was, thinking of what she could’ve done if she still had that horn. —No, that wasn’t exactly it. She did still have the horn. In fact, it was within reach right now. The wand she always carried with her—its core was Ram’s broken horn. Mana was required to sustain sturdy musculature of the Oni, and their horns were crucial organs for efficiently gathering it. As a catalyst for magic, there was nothing better for Ram. Roswaal had gone out of his way to retrieve it and had the wand made special-order for her. Just by being in a slightly different location, the difference was… “” Suddenly, a thought crossed Ram’s mind. The result of thinking of her horn and the fact that she had overwhelmed Lye once before. Mustering every bit of her knowledge to find a thread of possibility. Ram with her broken horn, and the sleeping Rem. Roswaal had taken in both of them. Why had he taken in both Ram and Rem? “” Ram knew the role that Roswaal wanted her to play. And she knew of the plan that Roswaal was attempting to carry out. She had heard that she was a critical part of it, and that she would recognize how when the time came. So she had no intention of probing until the time she was needed came. However, in this moment, a certain thought crossed her mind. It was an idea that was crucial to her survival, the survival of the sleeping Rem, and the survival of Patrasche, who had fought for the both of them to live. It was terribly absurd, but at the same time, comprehension filled her breast.
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Ram:  “He would do it, with the resolve to be called an inhuman monster.” Ram pulled out the wand on her thigh with a trembling hand. Looking at the wand she had used for ten years, she slammed it against the wall. Out of the crumbling wand tumbled something she had not seen for a long time. Spinning unpleasantly, just like the last time.