human
Prisca:  Prisca was alone in the room—until a new voice spoke.
gpt
Arakiya:  “Princess. Is this all right?” The voice belonged to a silver-haired girl who slipped out from Prisca’s shadow—Arakiya. As Prisca’s attendant and the sole person she could count on in battle, Arakiya alone had been present at the meeting, watching from the shadows. It had been overkill; there had never been any real chance that Lamia would attack Prisca under those circumstances. In fact, Lamia had probably known she was there.
human
Prisca:  “There’s no all right about it whatsoever. I have nothing to gain by striking now. Much as it nettles me to say it.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “You could have had her head.”
human
Prisca:  “Yes, but think: What would we have lost in exchange? I’m sure you would have taken off her head, had I not insisted that you refrain from doing so.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “—I hate her. She makes fun of you, Lady Prisca.” Arakiya stubbornly held on, like a child; Prisca put her hand on her chin, pleased with the way Arakiya’s eyes glinted with hostility. The way she wore her heart on her sleeve and the devotion she showed Prisca made her seem like a pet. That adorable side of hers was one of the reasons Prisca kept her around. Unfortunately, the trade-off seemed to be that she wasn’t always the quickest thinker…
human
Prisca:  “And comparing myself and our older brother—what a bit of cruelty. In any case, I know you will obey the strictures I’ve given you. So long as you do, then you should grow strong and healthy.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “? Yes. I will. I understand.” She didn’t sound like she really understood, but Prisca knew she would try her hardest. That was enough.
human
Prisca:  “As for that scheming woman, let her think I’m dancing to her tune for a while. Don’t do anything rash, Arakiya.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “” Arakiya didn’t say anything.
human
Prisca:  “Arakiya, answer me.” Uneasy that there was no response, Prisca knit her brow.
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya finally touched the lock of red hair at her forehead. "I wasn’t helpful. Are you mad?”
human
Prisca:  “What do you mean?”
gpt
Arakiya:  “I lost. To Master Vincent’s blue-hair.”
human
Prisca:  “Oh, that.” Prisca remembered: The source of Arakiya’s insecurity was her defeat by the young blue-haired swordsman Vincent had brought along to the mansion the other day. Arakiya rarely fixated on anything other than Prisca, an attitude she justified with her special qualities as a spirit eater and her fighting prowess.