"What did you say?" Yui was a little puzzled, unsure what Mikoto meant.
Mikoto trembled, thinking Yui was angry. She could only lower her head and say softly, "I said, Yui, I think I knocked your horn off."
"I'm sorry."
She held the sharp horn tightly in both hands and offered it to Yui, her expression filled with guilt.
"S... sorry."
Yui was at a loss. Looking at the familiar object before her, she wondered whether her eyes were playing tricks on her.
"This... this shouldn't be possible!" She instinctively freed one hand and reached for her forehead. To her astonishment, her hand met empty air instead of the familiar shape.
Moving her hand lower, she touched the cut where only the base remained. It was smooth and even, as though severed with a single stroke.
Only then did she believe that her horn had fallen off. No, to be precise, it had broken off.
She took it and felt it over in her palm. Its cold touch was unpleasant.
"Yui, you..." Mikoto dared not meet her eyes, looking every bit like a child who had done something wrong.
"It's all right. This has nothing to do with you," Yui replied distractedly. She adjusted the horn in her hand and set it flush against the break on her forehead.
Unexpectedly, the horn attached itself securely, as though it had never broken off.
Yui was startled by what happened. She raised her hand, gripped the horn, and gave it a gentle tug. As she expected, it broke off again.
"What on earth is going on?" She put it back, anxious about this strange change in her body.
If not for Mikoto's accidental discovery, she might not have noticed it for a long time.
She remembered that it had still been firmly