human
Elisabeth:  Elisabeth, who was right next to him, peered at it as well. They scrunched up their brows in unison.
gpt
Elisabeth:  "This is…"
human
Kaito:  "...Aye." Complex magical runes were piled up along the left side of the paper. Together, they made up a formula designed to interfere with a teleportation circle. Even Kaito, who was generally ignorant when it came to magical matters, could tell how abnormally chaotic they were. It reminded Kaito of the letter the Governor had once given them. Back then, the formula dissolved, paper and all, after a single use. This paper, on the other hand, had survived even after Lute and his men had teleported. Frightened by its incomprehensible construction as he was, he turned his gaze to the paper’s right side. A few words were written on it in a round scrawl. The beginning, the middle, and the end all lie in the palm of His hand. If you wish to reject those words, make for the World’s End. The right shall be granted to all races impartially. The invitation was almost reminiscent of a poem. The artwork at the end, though, stood out like a sore thumb. A massive piece of bone-in meat was drawn on the paper. It was so impressive, it practically deserved fanfare.
gpt
Kaito:  "...Aye, the Butcher wrote this."
human
Elisabeth:  "Yup, definitely the Butcher."
gpt
Lute:  "You can tell from so little information? Consider me impressed." Lute’s words rang with frank admiration. In truth, Kaito had come to that conclusion off the bone-in-meat drawing alone, but some things were better left unsaid.
human
Kaito:  His expression turned meek as he handed the paper back to Lute.
gpt
Lute:  After glancing over its contents again, Lute frowned. "The first time I saw it, it seemed like some manner of practical joke. But it was impossible to write off as such, as the circumstances under which it was delivered were far too peculiar."