human
Arakiya:  "Master Vincent…I mean, His Excellency would speak with you. So…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “I’m afraid I don’t follow. He wants me to return now? To what end? My brother is the emperor, and he cannot abide my continued existence. If, in spite of that, he commands me to return to the capital…”
human
Priscilla:  "Yes? If so…then what?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “It’s as good as declaring that he intends to seek my life once more.”
human
Arakiya:  “Oh…” Arakiya’s words were almost casual, but they left Arakiya shocked. Arakiya looked at her milk sister and realized it was true that Vincent hadn’t explained the niceties of his orders. But it had been enough for Priscilla to guess what he was thinking. Why had he sent Arakiya to find her at this moment?
gpt
Priscilla:  “The fact that he sent you to me was, in his own way, an act of love.”
human
Arakiya:  “What…?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Yes. Familial affection. My older brother does love me. And I have considerable fondness for him as well. But that is a separate matter from our respective positions. This time, my brother must kill me. And therefore…”
human
Priscilla:  “? !” Priscilla’s voice dropped on that last word, and then Arakiya’s eyes widened, her small body flying backward. The reason was clear: a red flash. A sweep, a beautiful and a cruel strike that, had it connected with Arakiya’s neck, would have seen her burned to cinders on the spot. The source of the blow was a ruby-red blade that was suddenly in Priscilla’s hand.
gpt
Arakiya:  “The Bright Sword, Volakia…,”
human
Priscilla:  “It must be most inconvenient for my brother that there are two of us who can wield this weapon. I doubt he has any need for such musty symbols of power, but without them, he would never be able to keep the likes of Belstetz in line.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “Princess, put your sword away, and—”
human
Priscilla:  “Still, you urge surrender upon me? Then you leave me no choice but to carve my own path with this gleam in my hand.” The sword was too large for a girl who had not yet finished growing and too grand. But Priscilla burst with the confidence to use it freely and the competence to actually do so.
gpt
Priscilla:  “Go, Princess.”
human
Arakiya:  Arakiya lowered the twig she clutched in her hand.
gpt
Priscilla:  “Hoh?” Priscilla breathes and closes an eye in amusement, taking the wind out of her sails. “Are you not defying the emperor’s personal orders?”
human
Arakiya:  “But Master Vincent…His Excellency bade me come here.”
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya, perceiving what she judged to be the true intent behind Vincent’s orders, made her decision. Perhaps she was right, or perhaps it was simply an interpretation of those orders that was convenient to her personal wishes. Either way, it was a perceptible change in Arakiya, who had always before been loyal to the letter of what she was told. When Priscilla saw that, she returned the Bright Sword to the air, where it disappeared.
human
Arakiya:  “My princess…is the princess. But if Lady Prisca is dead…then this is the last. I beg you.