human
Mila:  “So he’s not dead, but he can’t do anything.”
gpt
Mila:  “More than likely. I wish he hadn’t acted on his own and spared Lady Tinasha the worry.” Mila spat.
human
Oscar:  Oscar set his water glass on the table. “How freely can spirits act?”
gpt
Mila:  “Hmm, well, we can’t appear unless summoned. That can keep us from helping our master, too, even if she’s in mortal danger.”
human
Oscar:  “That’s pretty strict.”
gpt
Mila:  “Those are the terms of the contract. The first king set them when he made the pact. To put it bluntly, we avoid getting trampled by politics, and we are allowed the freedom of our own judgment. To put it nicely, it means humans handle their own affairs. Ultimately, we’re just tools at Lady Tinasha’s beck and call. The difference in power between ordinary humans and us is just too great, so doesn’t it make sense for us to have restraints?”
human
Oscar:  Oscar did not answer Mila’s question.
gpt
Mila:  “However, we can go wherever we please when our master doesn’t need us. Of course, we can’t engage in battle or anything, but we can certainly poke around here and there. Although up until now, none of us have made it a point to do anything like that.” Mila grumbled bitterly.
human
Oscar:  Oscar crossed his legs and picked up the letter he’d set on the table. "Let’s put that aside for a moment. Here’s where our next clue about the witch is going to come from. Looks like she got my letter, even though I sent it lacking knowledge of her address. This is Lavinia’s reply.”
gpt
Mila:  Mila’s face darkened as she listened to Oscar read the letter aloud. “Oh, what in the…? So it probably is her. Lucrezia is Lucia, huh? I see.”
human
Oscar:  “From the way Lavinia describes it, the Witch of the Forbidden Forest doesn’t seem the type to have any interest in politics. I wonder what’s going on here.”
gpt
Mila:  “Who knows? You humans are always changing—that’s probably all it is. Anyway, it’s the part about her being a psychological mage that I don’t like.”
human
Oscar:  “What? Is that something you can’t handle?”
gpt
Mila:  “Nope, not from her. Anything cast by a regular mage would be fine.”
human
Oscar:  “Gotcha. I see how it is.” Oscar replied, folding the letter and placing it in his jacket pocket.