human
Jeanne:  “I was a princess and a sacrifice. I was created by them, and I destroyed them. For that was my contract with them. Neither of us resented the other. However, I had little direct contact with humans, so I was concerned as how best to interact with the stray sheep until I obtained a servant. So I went to some bandits in a neighboring mountain, snatched ’em up, and learned from their example.”
gpt
Kaito:  “Wait, so that’s why your speech gets vulgar at random intervals? !”
human
Kaito:  One mystery had been solved, at least. Now they knew the context behind the fact that Jeanne’s word choice would regularly take a turn for the incredibly coarse. But what they didn’t know was why she’d chosen then to share that seemingly irrelevant piece of information with them.
gpt
Jeanne:  Ignoring Kaito’s expression of bewilderment, Jeanne kept speaking. “So that was my first time.”
human
Kaito:  “Your first time…what?”
gpt
Jeanne:  “My first time meeting an ‘ordinary human’ like that.”
human
Jeanne:  This time, Jeanne answered Kaito’s question. For a moment, her rose eyes went vacant. Then she whispered in an uncharacteristically hazy voice. “My li’l miss was foolish…but she was gallant, and she had honor.”
gpt
Kaito:  That simple sentence hit Kaito like a train. He gazed at her profile and ruminated. Her interactions with people had been severely limited. That was what had made Jeanne the way she was today, into the maiden of salvation. She never looked back at those she’d trampled over, nor did she spare a thought for her victims. But if a single person she perceived differently existed, then… If that’s the case, then…that basically is a first love, isn’t it?
human
Kaito:  Kaito almost said it aloud, but he held his tongue. Pointing it out now wouldn’t do them any good. Izabella was currently far away from them. She’d carried out her will and returned to the Church. And it was anyone’s guess as to what had happened to her after being captured by the group of executioner-like people.
gpt
Kaito:  No, wait. There is one person. There was a chance that the Grave Keeper knew whether or not Izabella was safe. Kaito instinctively turned to look at her. As he did, a sleazy smile spread across her youthful face. Upon seeing it, a chill ran down his spine. Frantically, he tried to ask about Izabella’s well-being. But Jeanne spoke first, as though to stop him. Her voice was coolheaded to the last.
human
Jeanne:  “Even so, trying to use my li’l miss as bait to negotiate with me is a waste of your time, fanatic. I’m too late, ain’t I?! Jackasses like you always go by the same damn playbook!”
gpt
Kaito:  “Wait, hold on, ‘too late’? You mean Izabella is…?”
human
Kaito:  Kaito’s face went pale. The next moment, Izabella’s smiling face flashed vividly across his mind. White light had been exploding at her back, and she’d been smiling. Even with the cruel scars etched across her face, she’d still been beautiful. Izabella is…
gpt
Grave Keeper:  A chuckle slipped unbidden from the Grave Keeper’s mouth.