human
Wilhelm:  In front of the huge door of the chapel lay the headless bodies of several royal guards. They were the few that remained to provide security for the castle. They had fought valiantly but futilely, as evidenced by the weapons that lay scattered around and the array of sword marks. Usually, Wilhelm felt he had no sympathy to spare for the dead—that was, the weak. But this time, he found a strange emotion welling up within him. Perhaps it was because he knew what these corpses had been fighting for. Wilhelm cut the emotion off, and with his beloved sword in hand, opened the massive door. It moved slowly with a great creak, and a fresh breeze blew from the chapel into the hallway. Magical, bluish-white lights illuminated the chapel in the basement of the castle, a place of grandeur and solemnity. On either side of the entrance ran rows of benches, and the crest of the Holy Dragon, the crest of the nation, was carved in the far wall. And at the altar, where prayers were offered to that carving, stood two figures. The figures, one huge and one a small girl, spoke in hoarse voices.
gpt
Valga:  "In this chapel, the people of the kingdom pray to the Dragon."
human
Valga:  "Empires worship power, and holy kingdoms worship the spirits. I don’t know about the western city states, but I suppose they must have someone who offers up prayers."
gpt
Sphinx:  "So then, what do you all pray for?"
human
Sphinx:  "What do demi-humans pray for, and to whom?"
gpt
Valga:  "Hmm. If I were to pray, I suppose it would be to the souls of my comrades and ancestors. I, at least, have no other reason to pray." Then the two figures turned around.
human
Wilhelm:  "Valga Cromwell."
gpt
Valga:  The man nodded, wrapped himself entirely in a white sheet, as though he was trying to hide his identity at this late stage. "Indeed I am. And you must be the Sword Devil. Yes, I see… The hostility in your face radiates an exceptional spirit. Even I am not immune to it, and battle is my everything. No wonder you were able to kill Libre."
human
Wilhelm:  "What are you talking about?"
gpt
Sphinx:  The witch, who had twisted the facts in her report, ignored the Sword Devil’s gaze. "If you are here…it must mean the king isn’t coming." Her voice was emotionless.
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal, her hands encased in metal gloves, responded. "I didn’t have any special reason to tag along. I just haaated the thought of giving you what you wanted."