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Roswaal:  Roswaal slid a finger past her hair to where a faint white scar rested on the upper reaches of her forehead. —It was the last vestige of her life as a wonder child among the demon people. Roswaal grazed his finger across the scar like it was a beloved, wonderful thing. “—The blessings of the stars upon thee.” Four glimmering colors flowed along Roswaal’s arm and converged upon the tip of his finger to become a white light. The light coursed down his finger and poured into Ram’s scar.
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Ram:  —The technique to transfer mana directly to another demanded exceptional skill. If the elemental composition of the mana was not perfectly balanced, the mana would harm the recipient’s body when converted back into energy. It was a “therapy” that Roswaal could employ because he was attuned to all four major mana affinities and was accomplished at using them all at a very high level. For demons, the horns on their foreheads formed the pipeline through which mana passed in and out of the body. Their horns, which functioned much like stronger, finely tuned gates, were the foremost reason the demons were a powerful race. But Ram had lost her horn due to external factors, leaving her body unable to draw in mana or emit power as her body demanded, a loss all the graver because Ram’s body was top tier, even by demon standards. Left to her own devices, her body would simply wither away. These private nighttime chats were a daily event so as to prevent that from happening. Ram felt her body come back to life as mana poured into her through the horn scar. She let herself luxuriate in the sweet feeling of warmth filling her body from the inside out when she said out of the blue, “Ah, I forgot something. There was something else I need to report to you, Master Roswaal…”
human
Roswaal:  “Mm? And what would thaaat be?” Roswaal continued the treatment with one eye closed while Ram sank into thought for a while.
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Ram:  She seemed to be at odds about how to word it exactly. "Rem has…fallen in love with Barusu.”
human
Roswaal:  “Mm?”
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Ram:  “It would seem Barusu has…grazed all of Rem’s weak points.” Rem was the younger twin sister. As her older sister, Ram was painfully aware of her younger sister’s state of mind. Put another way, she knew all too well that it was not in Rem’s nature to be honest with herself.
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Roswaal:  “Rem has, has she? Weeell, perhaps it is not so mysterious. After all, she does not serve me out of loyalty, unlike youuu.”
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Ram:  Ram remained quiet before her master’s assessment of her younger sister in silent agreement. Unlike Ram, who loyally served Roswaal without asking anything in return, Rem viewed that as a betrayal of the self. To Rem, Roswaal was very much “Sister’s patron.” Since her sister was her very purpose in life, Rem’s thought process never extended beyond that.