human
Grave Keeper:  "Oh, no, it isn’t fine at all. It’s super not-fine. But we all have to do what we have to do. I serve at the pleasure of God and the Holy Mother. The tomb’s seal is broken, and the end is nigh. Soon, the living and the dead will both return to ash. We’ll be just fine leaving a handful of men to protect those worthless old kingly corpses, thank you very much. Besides, I had another part I needed to play." The girl’s voice was as smooth as silk. Abruptly, she stood up. Her long scarlet cloak fluttered, and she continued her speech in an operatic tone. "I may be the Grave Keeper, but I am also the Messenger. I am the one who blows the horn at the end of days, loudly hailing the sheep—‘behold, for she is awakened, and rejoice, for the devout have been granted a miracle.’"
gpt
Kaito:  Kaito squinted. Her speech was strangely verbose. Considering that she was a member of the Church and a fanatic, to boot, the actual contents of her speech themselves were fairly normal. But the fact that they were coming from someone who looked to be a ten-year-old girl was anything but. The most pressing issue, though, was how she’d addressed herself. “…The Grave Keeper?” Kaito thought back to the horrors he’d seen in the underground tomb. Living people had had their pain harvested for pacification down in the cruel nursery. And the room’s gatekeeper had been a monster created by taking a divine creature, feeding it demon meat, and mixing in human parts. The Grave Keeper had been the one responsible for all that. As a result, Kaito had come to believe that the Grave Keeper lacked anything resembling morals or basic rationality. But the girl standing before him seemed entirely sane. That fact sent a shiver down Kaito’s spine. You mean that the person who created that stuff, who was able to create all that stuff, knew full well what she was doing? Kaito had assumed they had been the deeds of someone consumed by madness, but this notion was dozens of times more horrifying.