human
Fourier:  “The sight is simply too terrible, and it raised my ire.”
gpt
Julius:  “I understand your feelings. This isn’t a situation we can overlook. But if we make the wrong choice, it could result in needless sacrifices. We must avoid that.”
human
Fourier:  Fourier turned to Ferris, who found himself quailing slightly under the intensity of his friend’s gaze. Fourier was in the grip of the sharp-edged, commanding air he had shown at the castle and the manor. It had happened before, but this was of a different magnitude. Normally Fourier didn’t seem like royalty—in the best sense—but now his heritage was abundantly evident. “According to Bardok, it will take three hours to gather enough strength to ensure we can destroy the enemy. We have to buy them time so that the worst doesn’t happen before then.” Fourier took in the battlefield. “Of course, we want to protect any innocents from getting hurt. Both of you understand?”
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris and Julius nodded.
human
Fourier:  “But that means Lady Crusch might…”
gpt
Julius:  “If we don’t rescue Crusch, then we could have a million men and it would mean nothing. What’s more, it looks like the mastermind, Bean Argyle, is asking after a Felix Argyle.”
human
Fourier:  No sooner had they finished with the urgent message about the appearance of the undead warriors than they received word that Crusch had been taken hostage at the Argyle house. A letter signed by Bean himself had demanded that they hand over Ferris in exchange for Crusch’s safety. Of course, they weren’t stupid enough to fall for it. "But we can’t simply dismiss his demand, either,”
gpt
Fourier:  “Until we see the Duchess, we have to prioritize her safety, and that may mean going to the negotiating table.”
human
Ferris:  “Yeah, a table they built. It’s about the worst possible way to negotiate…” Ferris said, not trying to hide his frustration. He glared down at the Argyle mansion. Normally, it might be nostalgic to see one’s birthplace again, but Ferris felt nothing so pleasant for this house. He had never seen the place from outside like this. In his memory, it existed only as the darkness of that basement room.
gpt
Fourier:  “What are you going to do?”
human
Fourier:  “Bean’s letter said that you and you alone would be allowed past the undead. Do you think we can trust him?” The warriors leaped without mercy at anything nearby.