human
Giltirau:  "You fell for it!" Then a voice rang out, as if someone—as if the prey was shouting in victory.
gpt
Giltirau:  The Giltirau heard that voice, not from the small room but from the previous, wide room. "Eat the power of science, baby—Dust Explosion!" After a brief noise, it threw something into the small room. Something flickered red within the Giltirau’s nearly all-white field of vision—it was one of the candles from the guest room. The candle struck the wall, and for a moment, the reddish flame glowed brighter as it landed upon the floor. "H-huh…?"
human
Giltirau:  But…that was all that happened. The candle remained on the floor, showing no further sign of change. The one who had thrown it was frozen in place and sounded like there’d been a miscalculation. —The Giltirau’s regal instincts screamed this was a golden opportunity.
gpt
Giltirau:  Something had put its opponent into a disadvantageous state. Even if that had not been the case, surely this trick would have been insufficient to put the Giltirau in peril—Nay, it would not underestimate its foe further. It would utilize every store of power. It would rend its prey apart, flay its skin, and feast in victory on the flesh and blood—
human
??:  "Aghhh, that’s why we told you! We shouldn’t have tried this nonsensical method!"
gpt
??:  "Normally, it’s faster to do it this way! !"
human
Giltirau:  The instant it leaped out of the little room, the Giltirau picked up a high-pitched voice and an even higher-pitched voice, Clearly different from the prey it had spotted earlier—and the instant after it had that realization, a large quantity of something poured down from overhead. It was a liquid. Certainly not water, and it felt slippery to the touch. Bathed in the yellowish fluid, the king felt its fangs trembling at having its proud black mane tarnished.
gpt
Giltirau:  However, it had the luxury to consider this for but a single instant.
human
Otto:  "This is the personal merchandise of Otto Suwen—oil bought with the entirety of his life savings! —How do you like my wares? !"
gpt
Giltirau:  As the prey shouted with joy, the king—the Giltirau—had no way to stop what came next. —The candles ignited the oil that had drenched the entirety of its body, wreathing the king with abominable flames. "!! !"
human
Giltirau:  The Black King of the Forest had left the wilds, gaining a master, and, to the very end, wondered about the throne it had left vacant. Still unaware of what had defeated it, the demon beast was enveloped by flame the same color as its burning humiliation, scorching its body black, torching it until it had been reduced to ash.