human
Kaito:  "You’re the one with the wife, so why don’t you show her how manly you are, eh?”
gpt
Elisabeth:  “Oh, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of denying the opportunity to check it out to my world-famous master in action.”
human
Hina:  “Allow me, then. As your intrepid maid, I shall go forth and investigate the meat! I’m off!”
gpt
Kaito:  “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Kaito reached out, determined not to foist the task off on Hina.
human
Elisabeth:  “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Elisabeth reached out, determined not to foist the task off on Hina. By sheer coincidence, Elisabeth’s fingers reached it quicker. She tutted at Kaito as she hoisted up the meat. Then something about the sensation of grabbing the bone gave her pause. “Hmm? ’Tis…loose? Perhaps… Rrrrrrrrrrr, rah!”
gpt
Kaito:  “Yikes!”
human
Elisabeth:  With a loud pop, Elisabeth yanked the bone free from the meat. When she did, something fell out from within and clinked against the ground. She picked it up and held it in front of her eyes. It was a slab of metal, twisted into an intricate shape. Even though it was covered in grease, it still sparkled. After pondering its design, Elisabeth tilted her head to the side. “Some kind of key, perhaps?”
gpt
Kaito:  “Yeah, and there’s something on the side, right? Look—there.”
human
Elisabeth:  Elisabeth turned the key over as Kaito had instructed. One of her eyebrows shot violently up. The words beloved dragon no. 2 were etched on its soiled metal surface. “That’s…”
gpt
Kaito:  “Familiar words, indeed.” Kaito and the others began whispering among themselves. Whatever it was, it probably had something to do with the dragons the Butcher kept. And keys were, by nature, designed to open things. As he considered those facts, Kaito remembered something else as well. Oh yeah, Elisabeth knows where the Butcher lives. Elisabeth had sent Hina on an errand there once, and on another occasion had brought golems and ice spirits there as a gift. The Butcher had many clients, albeit most of whom he’d probably picked for their lack of knowledge regarding the Apostle. Of them, though, the number who knew where he lived was likely quite small. In fact, Elisabeth might well be the only one. Elisabeth tossed the key in the air. Before it could fall, she snatched it back up. “After we reconvene with Jeanne and the others, we’re heading for the teleportation circle. We make for the Butcher’s residence.”
human
Kaito:  “Got it.”
gpt
Hina:  “Yes, ma’am.” Kaito and Hina nodded.
human
Kaito:  Without another word, Kaito began pondering. The Butcher had definitely left the key there on purpose. It was impossible to know whether his intentions had been benevolent or malicious. Even so, though, Kaito wanted to believe. Maybe this will let us change something. Kaito couldn’t help but wish for it as he thought back on the Butcher and the pleased way in which he would tell his tall tales. The Butcher’s residence was home to no small share of danger. Specifically, it was in the deep heart of a vast, dark, remote forest.