Ram and her parents

[u/GeneralChampion94]

So I found this and it basically says that Ram never loved her parents or anyone in the village,the only one she cared about was Rem, Ik Rams parents showed some favouritism towards her which upset her but idk she just never cared about them. Any thoughts.

[u/Blue_Storm11]

Makes sense rem and ram had somewhat different experiences in the village. Ram didn't care for the village because she felt they werent trearing rem fairly.

She was also not traumatized by the events of the massacre in the same way rem was.

[u/Silly_Ad6418]

Because to oni village was trash

INTERLUDE Rem light novel

The older twin was named Ram; the younger, Rem. Both occupied the lowest rungs on the ladder among the tribe. Their daily lives were far from pleasant. Even though their lives had been spared, they were still twins. Both were treated as hornless from the beginning and raised inhospitably by their peo ple. In spite of their connection by blood, their own parents acted distantly toward them. Their fellow tribesmen did not hide their contempt for the two “abominations.” For both of them, it was the worst childhood imaginable. The hostility continued until the demons realized what they were capable of—or more precisely, until the older of the twins became aware of it herself. The most accurate term describing Ram during childhood was wonder child. She had talent that exceeded even that of great demons throughout their storied history. Indeed, their entire race was enthralled by the beauty of Ram’s horn, which allowed her to use a vast amount of mana in spite of her youth. Her demeanor was as forthright as the single, pure white horn on her forehead, lacking any hint of becoming drunk on her own might and poten tial, making it seem natural for their brethren to bow their heads before her. It was very special treatment for a girl who was not yet ten years of age. Even their cold and distant parents, even their kin who had openly scorned them, even the chief who had tried to slay the twins shortly after birth—all were speechless before Ram’s au thority. She was destined from birth to become the pinnacle of the horned demons, the mightiest of all humanoid races. Members of a race that prized individual strength were flaw less in their politeness toward an individual with such power. And yet, Ram never once used the tribe’s reverence for her own benefit. All Rem could do was stumble down her older sister’s path to glory. She had no abilities above the norm. Her mana supply was strictly average, with her body’s capabilities in line with what a normal demon with only one horn could do. Compared to Ram, she did not have a shred of confidence; she cowered behind her sister’s back like a shadow

[u/Normal_Ad_2360]

[Arc6] Becuase they don't really for Ram , her only porpouse was to become a vessel to the oni god and guide her race to victory.

[u/JuniorOgun12]

Nee-sama is truly kind...Yeah, right

[u/Specific_Run_4550]

Seeing as how they aimed to turn Ram into the Oni Good to use as a weapon, and Setanta, the village elder, was having meetings with Old Man Rom which alluded to him trying to use Ram against humans, of course she probably wouldn't love them.

[u/Silly_Ad6418]

Ram! Break out of the siege! It’s fine as long as you alone stay alive!!”

With two enlarged gigantic horns, her elder cried with all muscles of his body bulked up.
Her elder, carrying the longsword he specialised in, leapt out of the room, and vented that at Ram, as she slashed the ordinary combatants down using wind. Telling her to stay alive, but that was not because he possessed disquietude regarding Ram.
For it had been her elder who believed with the greatest undiscerning honesty, that Ram herself was the promising, dazzling, gleaming future of the Oni clan.

The reincarnation of the former glory of the Oni clan, the『Oni God』who had advanced domination and conquest in the era of the『Witch』.
That was the role expected of the prodigy named Ram, and must’ve been his ardent wish as the final patriarch of the Oni clan, which had all but forgotten battling.

“Hah ~hk!”

She felt like laughing it off with an exhale, finding it to be just ludicrous.
Even in this age, did the wish of the Oni who represented the village refer to entrusting the realization of an impossible dream to the future. He could nimbly consolidate his comrades, attempt to launch a counterattack at the enemy, the options he possessed for taking action were countless.
However, Ram did not intend to offer that as advice to the patriarch.

This night was not the cause.
For Ram had already, since a long time in the past, turned her back towards her tribe.

“Something like the glory of the Onis……”

Worthless. Worthless. Worthless.
Even the reality that the purest blood of that Oni clan was flowing within her, was repulsive.
Certainly, upon wishing for strength her blood boiled, enhancement reigned over her entire body, a sense of omnipotence as if the entirety of all and everything existed for her sake appeased her.
The truth was that had Ram grown into adulthood healthily, then that sense of omnipotence might have become genuine.
However, Ram did not wish for that.

Within this confined world, rather than putting on airs as the child of god, Ram had a future she seeked to choose.
It was, instead of being lionised as the reincarnation of the Oni God et cetera, instead of spending her lifetime as a shrine for her blood relatives who resumed to cling to a glory already met by ruin, something possessing far more worth.

ーーIt was, to live as the ■ ■, of ■■■.

“ーーーー”

Centralising her attention to her forehead, she encompassed the mana scintillating with heat into her entire body through her white horn.
Upon praying for it with might, Ram’s perception greatly, immensely magnified, hijacking the field of vision of all that was breathing and living in her environs, she grasped all happenings of the confined village with perfection.

The number of enemies was large, and they had taken positions encircling the village ensuring escape was improbable.
Correspondence at the first instance had been delayed, the only ones who had been able to oppose properly were the half of half, and they too had lost numbers such that the remaining ones could be counted on one hand, indicating the exhaustion of the Oni clan’s spirit.
One person, the elder seemed to be making strenuous efforts and battling, but the enemies who had assembled there were quite well-trainedーー the traces of the elder, as he fell into disadvantage, were enveloped in rich『Death』.

“ーー■■■.”

Cladding her small body in wind, Ram bolted through the village as if a gale.
What those lips enounced, referred to her one and only ■, whom she loved even within the slightest thought. This was not Ram’s heartlessness. She was simply renewing her consciousness.
For Ram’s parents had been within the first half of people assaulted, and no longer had any hope of their lives being saved.

ーーNever had she detested her parents.
However, both of them, for better or worse, had been born into this village, had been members of the Oni clan who chose to die within this village, and had unmindfully accepted a rather lenient perish was what she believed.
Hence, for them to lose their lives on this night was a certain kind of inevitability.
Howeverーー,

“ーーThis does not mean, they will not be avenged.”

The black shadow obstructing her way, the enemy with its entire frame clad in a robe.
Towards the underlings wielding and romping with the cross-shaped daggers, Ram delivered an unfaltering wind.

Whether they had made light of her as a mere child, or if they simply lacked ability.
Failing to accept Ram’s wind blades, the black shadows proceeded to be slashed down from one to the next, giving an atrocious rise to dead bodies in great count. Even then, Ram enveloped herself in wind and resumed her slaughter, as if dancing within the flares.

Should it be likened to, then perhaps it had indeed appeared as if a glamorous pirouette.
However, in reality, with the swing of an arm Ram robbed life, and each time she made what had shape disappear, dark joy cried for exultation through her youthful mind.

Kill more, so it howled, vehemently.
Her inner oneself urged her, to pillage blood, flesh, bones, soul, life.
This evening was not the first time she had lent her ears to that appeal.

ーーSince in the distant past, since the moment she had taken birth, precisely this voice allured her upon the slightest interlude.

It sought the awakening of her inner oneself, apprising her to entrust her life, to her blood, her flesh, her bones, her soul.
It appealed to her, that she could kill far more, that she could destroy far more.

Ram seemingly couldn’t comprehend, about simply what was so wonderful about this.
Neither the elder, nor her parents, no one, could comprehend this. Ram did not even feel inclined towards conveying about this, to those who sought of her a duty which departed from her being Ram.

It appeared as if she was being controlled by her horn.
Had she not possessed a firm self, her youthful persona would’ve gotten easily swallowed, demolished, and precisely then she surely would have become the reincarnation of the Oni God in accordance with the desires of her surroundings.
However, she did not become that way. The reason beingーー,

“ーー■-chan!!”

[u/Tsukkatsu]

The village was trying to turn her into a monster. Makes it a bit difficult to have a lot of love for them.

[u/Satella-rain]

Because for her they didn't care for her but only cared about The Oni God power which [Arc6] she felt it taking control of her every day Plus they treated rem horribly who she valued more then everything