gpt
Kaito:  “Hey, does that thing even really know where it’s going?”
human
Lute:  “Hmm… It does belong to the Butcher, after all.”
gpt
Elisabeth:  “And Mr. Butcher is awfully fond of playing around. I suppose we can only hope.” Elisabeth’s shoulders slumped, and Hina smiled to try to placate her. Continuing forward through the unchanging snowscape was hard on the legs, but it was harder on the spirit. However, it quickly became clear that, despite the whelp’s playful flight, their efforts hadn’t been wasted. A living creature’s corpse had appeared before them in the empty world. When Kaito first saw it, his immediate reaction was shock.