human
Balleroy:  "If the Divine Generals do show up, what happens to the island?”
gpt
Balleroy:  “Well…I guess the rebellion fails, and the sword slaves are beaten into submission.”
human
Gajeet:  Balleroy’s companion, the sword slave Gajeet, looked pained by how readily he said this—but it was a fact.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Yes, that’s a foregone conclusion."
human
Priscilla:  "Why, then, did their leader plan a rebellion he knew would be crushed?”
gpt
Balleroy:  “Well, uh…he knew the Divine Generals would come out, and they would definitely destroy him…”
human
Priscilla:  “Most definitely. However, that means that at that same moment, the generals will not be by the emperor’s side.”
gpt
Balleroy:  Balleroy’s eyes widened again at what Priscilla was saying. He swallowed in spite of himself, chewed over the meaning of her words.
human
Balleroy:  “Naw, naw. I mean, I follow the logic, but one or two generals stepping out for a few minutes wouldn’t be enough to compromise the emperor’s safety. There’s nine of them—that’s why they call them the Nine Divine Generals! So why…?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Very well. Then suppose an upheaval were to occur that required the dispatch of all nine. Suppose something were to happen beyond what’s occurring on the sword-slave island.”
human
Balleroy:  “You’re not sayin’…?” Was this a joint operation, meticulously planned in conjunction with something or someone else?
gpt
Balleroy:  “But that’s ridiculous,” Balleroy said, but once the possibility had been shown to him, he couldn’t get it out of his head.
human
Priscilla:  “The emperor is not a careless man, nor are his bodyguards. I doubt he would send all nine generals away at once. But nonetheless, they would be fewer in number than usual, and thereby, an opportunity might arise.”
gpt
Balleroy:  “So all the sword slaves on this island are just a big sacrifice play?” Balleroy asked, licking his dry lips with a shudder.