human
Emilia:  "Geuse…what—? What have you done? What did you…?” What had he taken inside him? What was the power he had used to bury Regulus with a single blow?
gpt
Emilia:  It was as if something had happened that she could not see, and yet, Emilia had a feeling of déjà vu nonetheless.
human
Emilia:  Somehow, it resembled the blow with which Subaru had settled his duel with Garfiel.
gpt
Pandora:  Watching Geuse as he panted and literally coughed up blood, Pandora remained aloof as she voiced her praise. "You have splendidly proven your resolve, Archbishop Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti."
human
Pandora:  She hadn’t even batted an eye at the death of Regulus, who’d stood right at her side; her natural beauty had not been blemished in the slightest. "You, without qualified flesh, have done well to accept the Witch Factor into you. In the name of the Witch of Vanity, I hereby honor your resolve and resolute will by granting thee the seat of Sloth."
gpt
Geuse:  "Did you think I desiiired such a seat? This moment, I desire but a single thing without a shred of doubt…tranquility for that mother and daughter—! !" Thinking of Fortuna and Emilia, who had departed from the battlefield, Geuse poured the blood of his heart and his very life into his resolve to give the pair a chance to escape, thrusting both his arms toward Pandora.
human
Pandora:  "Love. Such a marvelous thing…"
gpt
Geuse:  "It contains warmth that your falsehoods will never attain!” Geuse yelled as he turned his thoughts toward offense.
human
Emilia:  The next moment, Emilia could sense an abnormal pressure materializing from thin air, but she could not see anything.
gpt
Emilia:  Nothing had happened. Nothing could have happened.
human
Emilia:  "The forest is being torn away…? !" A wave of destruction spread, almost as if giant, transparent serpents were writhing all around Petelgeuse. Trees were mowed down, the earth was split, and clumps of dirt, flowers, and grass were scattered all about. In accordance with Geuse’s will, this gradually transformed from indiscriminate destruction into destruction of a more targeted kind.
gpt
Emilia:  The forest’s collapse, as if some giant were trampling upon it, thrust forward in a straight line toward Pandora, who was standing still. Accordingly, the destruction would proceed to transform Pandora’s little body into a cloud of blood—
human
???:  "Now, just a minute."
gpt
Emilia:  "—! !"
human
???:  "I came here. I am here. What is with this line of thinking, advancing the conversation while ignoring me? I think it’s time even someone as generous and unselfish as me should get a little…angry." Just before the invisible blow was to reach Pandora, a white figure intercepted the strike. The next moment, there was an explosion. The air rebounded, and the aftershock seemed to reshape the forest’s very topography.