human
Beatrice:  "Shamans specialize in such arts, as suits their devious natures.”
gpt
Subaru:  Bewildered, Subaru added the new profession shaman to his lexicon as Beatrice raised a finger and elaborated.
human
Beatrice:  “Inflictors of curses, or shamans, hail from the nation of Gusteko to the north and practice an offshoot of magic and spiritualism. They are all worthless sorts unable to use their talents for anything better, I suppose.”
gpt
Subaru:  “But how do you call someone who can kill someone else with a curse ‘worthless’?”
human
Beatrice:  “Because that is all they can do—curses have no use except to inflict harm on others. That is why they are the pettiest of all mana practitioners, I suppose.”
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru wasn’t trying to stick up for curses, either; he simply craved all the information he could get, visibly prodding her for more. “So curses can do things like what I said earlier?”
human
Beatrice:  “I believe they can. But are there not simpler methods than a curse, I wonder?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Simpler?”
human
Beatrice:  “I believe you have experienced it already.” As Subaru inclined his head, Beatrice turned her palm toward him with a cruel smile.
gpt
Subaru:  The malevolent smile that in no way suited a little girl clued in Subaru as to the true meaning of her words. “You mean…I could’ve died from that invasive mana-drain thing? !”
human
Beatrice:  “Mana is the force of life itself, I suppose. Had I continued draining you so strongly, I could have indeed weakened you until you died. It is a much easier and more reliable method than relying on a shaman.”
gpt
Subaru:  “So that thing you used at our first…I mean, the first day! You mean one slip and I was a goner? !”
human
Beatrice:  “I held back because having your husk in here would be too much trouble, I suppose.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Don’t say husk! That sounds like I’m a bug!” Subaru himself wondered why he felt such tranquility there when Beatrice truly thought of him as nothing more than that. “Don’t tell me you were the one who killed me…”
human
Beatrice:  “It would be more peaceful if I had killed you and we weren’t having this conversation. Unfortunately, I am quite busy, so I lack the time to bother to kill you, I suppose.” Beatrice held her hands behind her back, striding past Subaru to stand before the bookshelf. The hem of her goth loli outfit quivered as the little girl stretched, trying to get to a place just a little bit higher than she could reach, when…
gpt
Subaru:  “Is it this one?”
human
Beatrice:  “…The one next to it. Give it to me already?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Yeah, yeah.” Subaru took the unexpectedly thick tome off the bookshelf and handed it to Beatrice, whose cheeks were puffed out. Beatrice kept up a sullen look as she accepted the book from him, not speaking a single word of thanks as she sat on a stool in the center of the room. He’d seen her several times like that in the archive of forbidden books.