human
Archi:  "The Lord Archbishop has engaged him in combat, but the situation cannot be resolved by simply driving him off.”
gpt
Man:  “An Archbishop of the Seven Deadly Sins…but what problem is there beyond him?”
human
Archi:  “The demon beast Black Serpent has been released into the forest.”
gpt
Man:  “Th-the Black Serpent—? !” The man’s words rocked Archi. He gazed back toward the forest with a look of disbelief. “That’s crazy—it’s not possible! The Black Serpent is a pure calamity, even more than the White Whale and the Great Rabbit—a natural disaster that obeys no one. The timing of its arrival, right as this attack is going on—that’s…”
human
Archi:  “A being…a Witch, who can make that possible, has come to this forest.”
gpt
Man:  “Witch? Witch, you say? That’s even crazier talk! The witches besides the Witch of Jealousy are long destroyed, and the Witch of Jealousy should herself be sealed in the sands of a far-off…”
human
Archi:  “There was a hidden Witch— Her name is Pandora. She is a part of the Witch Cult, the world’s forbidden Witch.” The man spoke as if he were wringing out every word, leaving Archi agape.
gpt
Archi:  An Archbishop of the Seven Deadly Sins, and even a Witch he had never heard of before, had arrived—and what kept Archi’s heart from crumbling into despair was the small heartbeat he could feel through his own chest. He’d been entrusted with something. Archi could not back away from it. “…Lady Fortuna entrusted me with Emilia so that she might escape. Whatever happens to our homeland, I must at least protect this girl…protect our hope!”
human
Man:  “…I shall accompany you. Old as I might be, I am still part of the Romanée-Conti family.” The man was roused by Archi’s words and he bowed deeply to the young elf who literally nestled his bundle of hope against his breast. With a flutter of his habit sleeve, the aged man leaned forward and impressively kicked off the ground. Then he trained his eyes toward the path leading out of the forest, intending to guide them—
gpt
Man:  “—No!” The instant they broke into a run, the man suddenly shouted, and the urgency in his voice made Archi immediately stop. As Archi opened his eyes wide, wondering what was going on, the man stood, both arms spread wide. “What a blunder… To think it would come so quickly…”
human
Archi:  “What has…? Wha, huh? !”
gpt
Man:  The man murmured in anguish, bewildering Archi—a moment later, the man’s arms fell from their shoulders. Like a doll with bad stitching, his outstretched limbs detached completely, just like that. No blood spewed from the fallen arms or from where they had been severed. In fact, the arms were shriveled in an unnatural way that had nothing to do with age, rotting like tree roots starved of water. "The Black Serpent’s vicious tongue…! Please flee!”
human
Archi:  “But!”
gpt
Man:  “It is too late for me…” Forcefully shouting for Archi to run, the man looked back, his face rapidly losing all color.