human
Lamia:  “Truly, you are the most unlovable little sister…” Lamia straightened her hair with one hand as she watched Prisca, who stood with arms folded.
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca’s crimson eyes were far from cold; indeed, they burned intensely, the same way they had that day at the garden party. Prisca looked at Lamia.
human
Lamia:  Lamia looked at Prisca, a perfect mirror image of that day when they had each realized the other would be their mortal foe. "How did that little puppy of yours save you from my cannonade? If it hadn’t been for her, I could’ve wiped out you and Vincent with a single stroke.”
gpt
Prisca:  “I know how good your hearing is. I’m sure you know Arakiya is what they call a spirit eater. Her power depends on the spirits she consumes—and that should make your answer obvious.”
human
Lamia:  “—You’re suggesting she ate a spirit strong enough to repel that assault? I doubt such a thing—” She was about to conclude exists, but then she stopped. She looked at the ground and nodded as if it made sense now. “I’ve been assuming that Vincent, knowing he would find himself surrounded, picked this place because the castle was sturdy enough to repel attackers. My entire premise was wrong, wasn’t it?”
gpt
Prisca:  “Abandoning the castle was part of our brother’s plan from the beginning. He chose this place not for its fortifications, but for the land itself.”
human
Lamia:  “I assume you mean, more precisely, the spirit sleeping in the land, yes?”
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca didn’t deny it.
human
Lamia:  Observing her little sister’s reactions, Lamia grasped the reason she’d been led here and why her cannon barrage had failed. “The Boulder. Muspel.”
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca nodded. "We are currently standing in a corner of what is reputed to be its sacred territory.”
human
Lamia:  Muspel, the Boulder—this was the name of one of the four most renowned spirits in the world. The so-called Four Great Spirits were said to wander Volakia at will. If one was able to consume one of these powerful beings, it might indeed be possible to protect one’s master from Lamia’s artillery assault. “And your little puppy dog survived taking the power of one of the Four Great Spirits within her?”
gpt
Prisca:  “She consumed only a small portion—and even that would have annihilated a lesser vessel. But victory doesn’t simply fall into one’s lap. There are always sacrifices.”
human
Lamia:  “—I suppose you did this knowing what would happen if the great spirit went berserk after it was eaten,” Lamia said. Prisca had determined that her strategy required risking the life of one of her closest confidants. Lamia understood now that the plan had involved leveraging the power of one of the great spirits. But the Boulder was a transcendent being, impossible to communicate with, let alone control or command. Perhaps Arakiya had consumed only a portion of it, but it was always possible that her own being would be consumed in turn and she would go on a rampage. “I have another question,” Lamia cooed.