human
Lute:  "But hey, that’s first love for ya, am I right?”
gpt
Jeanne:  “Precious…you say. I understand. Then on my name as Lute, I shall protect her to the last! Hmm?”
human
Lute:  Being a devoted husband himself, Lute must have been moved by Jeanne’s words. His ears and tail sprang up as he acquiesced. At the very end, though, it seemed like he remembered the fact that Jeanne had severely wounded him not long ago. Lute hmmed to himself and scrunched up his snout. As he did, Jeanne faced him and bowed deeply. “You have my sincere thanks.” Kaito and Hina felt a slight shock. It was the first time they’d ever seen the golden Torture Princess act so admirably.
gpt
Lute:  Lute’s voice got caught in his throat for a moment before he replied with a docile nod. “Think nothing of it. I may bear resentment toward you, but that has nothing to do with Madam Izabella. And grudge or not, I can hardly forsake another’s beloved. If you would entrust her to me, then I will see to it that she remains safe.”
human
Jeanne:  “Again, you have my gratitude. Thanks a million, li’l pupper.”
gpt
Lute:  “Learn when to stop talking, will you? !” As Lute shouted angrily at her, Jeanne turned around and broke into a run. Hurrying toward Elisabeth, she dashed alongside the rim of the hole. Her radiant honey-blond splendor gradually grew distant. Kaito remained where he stood. If he went, he’d probably just be in the way. All that was left was for the two of them to lower the curtain. The Kaiser was silent, seemingly having lost interest in the way things were proceeding. The stone in Kaito’s pocket was flaring up as usual, but now wasn’t a great time to have a conversation with Vlad. Kaito’s gaze was fixed firmly on the woman within the red jewel. She was still far away, but thanks to the Legend Dragon’s collapse, she was now a good deal closer. She looked utterly defenseless. All they had to do was kill her, and the nightmarish turmoil regarding the world’s restructuring would finally come to an end. Will it, though? However, doubt still welled up unbidden in Kaito’s mind. All of a sudden, he noticed that his heart was palpitating strangely. Sweat was dripping from his entire body. Discomfited, he lost track of his thoughts. Then he pressed down against his forehead.
human
Hina:  “Master Kaito? My dear Master Kaito, whatever is the matter? Your face is ever so pale.”
gpt
Kaito:  “No, no… I’m fine. It’s nothing… I think it’s nothing.” Hina worriedly stroked his brow. As he felt the soft sensation of her fingertips, Kaito replied. Deep in his mind, though, his childish self was asking his rational self an innocent question. Will it really, really, really, though? No, you’re right. Something’s off. But what? Kaito couldn’t really put his finger on it. But his discomfort raged on, beating incessantly against the inside of his skull. He found himself lost in the strange sensation.