human
Frederica:  “I do not know who hired you to do this, but it seems that Petra and I are your targets.”
gpt
???:  “Yes. Two maids and one spirit girl. I was a little disappointed about the numbers, but I have high hopes for opening a spirit’s belly. Last time, I fell one small step short, you see.”
human
Frederica:  Frederica learned the woman’s objective straight from her lips—Rem wasn’t among the woman’s targets. The Sleeping Princess had vanished from the enemy’s memory as well.
gpt
Frederica:  "Go!"
human
Petra:  "Yes! !"
gpt
Frederica:  Frederica's voice sent Petra running off to her rear. Simultaneously, she turned her back to the fleeing girl as the attacker flipped her body and threw something.
human
Frederica:  "Your stubbornness is worse than your taste!" With a single swing of her mighty arm, Frederica struck down all the iron skewers with a bestial claw.
gpt
Petra:  Petra raced down the corridor, placing the entirety of her trust in Frederica.
human
???:  "Such a good girl."
gpt
Frederica:  "She’s my pride! !"
human
???:  The woman’s obscene voice and Frederica’s howl echoed throughout the mansion along with a sound of clashing steel. Frederica collided with the woman, beginning a deadly battle with her life on the line.
gpt
Petra:  Petra raced through the corridor, practically flying down the stairs. A chain of high-pitched echoes rang out, and a tremor reached her from the corridor being destroyed. Frederica had judged that her opponent was superior to her. She was fighting valiantly so that Petra might escape. She had already failed once. Frederica had told her to flee down the evacuation tunnel if all else failed. If she did as told and fled— If she fled, Frederica would die. The instant she thought that, a single possibility floated into the back of Petra’s mind.
human
Petra:  “—Lady Beatrice could…” If it was the final person remaining in the mansion, who she’d heard was a supernatural being…
gpt
Petra:  “Here…! Maybe over here? !” Running along the downstairs corridor, Petra flung open whichever door she put her hands on. She’d heard that the power of Beatrice’s spell made it possible to move from room to room within the mansion. Even when searching for her with Subaru, even when trying to bring her dinner, she’d never found the girl, but she was definitely there. That moment, what Petra needed was a magic user of great power. If Beatrice was around, Frederica could probably be saved. Petra could protect the mansion and her promise…
human
Petra:  “She’s not here… She’s not anywhere here. Miss…!” Out of breath, ready to collapse any moment, Petra let her tears flow.