human
Vincent:  “One supposes you were talked into it with sweet nothings. What were you told? That when I had been removed from the throne, the treatment of the weakest tribe would change? You were bought at a cheap price.”
gpt
Ferris:  “Um, Your Majesty… If talking to them won’t work, maybe we could at least…not taunt them and make them angry? Just Ferri’s little idea.”
human
Vincent:  Vincent’s provocation had certainly seemed to enhance the menacing pressure that surrounded them. These faceless assassins had come to murder the emperor, he who ruled their nation. With Vincent’s words, the last vestiges of hesitation had been wiped from their minds. Suddenly, they heard a grating, clicking noise.
gpt
Vincent:  “This sound…”
human
Vincent:  “The indication that their preparations are complete. These are frightening and powerful opponents. Show me how you’ll protect the ruler of Volakia.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “As you command.”
human
Ferris:  “I’m meowy uncomfortable with this!” Ferris exclaimed. He was the last of the four of them to speak, for it was then the enemy made their move. With incredible speed, someone approached the guardhouse from behind—a figure flying on wings made of stretched skin. It had legs and arms like a human, but also several crucial differences. The wings were one of them, as were the feelers and compound eyes. All these differences shared a kind of similarity: They were all parts of a bug.
gpt
Vincent:  “They are from the Insect Cage Clan. They’ve domesticated these fearsome bugs. They may not be much to look at, but they are more than powerful enough. Even compared with a Sword Saint.”
human
Reinhard:  “Understood,” Reinhard said as the enemy closed in. The Insect Cage Clan was a minority group that existed only in Volakia, a tribe that included a wide variety of demi-humans. From a young age, members of the clan ingested bugs with special powers, adopting the qualities of those creatures over time. They shared their Odo, the wellspring of all life, with the insects, combining their very souls in order to share their bodies and gain the insects’ power. This was what led to their monstrous external appearance. When the people of this clan unleashed the power of the insects, they themselves transformed into something very much like the bugs.
gpt
Vincent:  The attacks were very mechanical, holding no passion or emotion. The clansfolk were hunting powerful humans, and they were doing it logically, cruelly, and mercilessly. They danced through the sky on their wings, shot poison darts from the pipes in their mouths, used their mutated arms like sickles to slash at their prey, stabbed with horns that could punch through steel, and even charged headlong, relying on their own bodies, encased in impenetrable carapaces. All unique moves that no normal person could perform, and yet…
human
Vincent:  “Well, well. I’ve never seen any of these attacks before. I guess it would be impolite to describe this as ‘very interesting.’”
gpt
Assassins:  “…? !” To the assassins, it must have been like a nightmare, for all their attacks were denied.