human
Tinasha:  “Leonora—the witch I killed—only entered the records after her death.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Gotcha.”
human
Tinasha:  “If anyone knows, it’ll be Travis…or Lavinia.” Tinasha said, aware that both were shrewd and crafty.
gpt
Tinasha:  She didn’t want to go near Travis, despite knowing where he lived, and Lavinia’s whereabouts were unknown.
human
Oscar:  That prompted Oscar to recall that he’d asked his father about inviting Lavinia to the wedding. "Do whatever you want." His father had answered with a weak look. Perhaps he had some idea as to where the witch resided. "I’ll contact Lavinia. Don’t go to Travis.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “What? Are you sure you want to do that?”
human
Oscar:  “Eh, it’ll be fine. And if you start hatching any plans, tell me about them first. Same goes if this Lucia comes to you. You need to let me know as soon as you can.”
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha thought on that. “What about making the first move?”
human
Oscar:  “You’re unbelievable…” According to her story, the witch hadn’t done anything yet. There was no reason for a preemptive strike.
gpt
Tinasha:  However, Tinasha looked truly puzzled by Oscar’s reaction. “But why shouldn’t we? A witch is capable of waging war against an entire country.”
human
Oscar:  That reminded Oscar of one of Tinasha’s nicknames—the Witch Killer Queen. During the war with Tayiri four hundred years ago, Tinasha had battled a witch and the Tayiri army at once.
gpt
Tinasha:  Her words were incongruous with her sweet face, but Tinasha continued, ignorant of that. “The reason why the remaining witches and the mainland’s political powers maintain a tacit nonintervention agreement with one another is because the witches have never used their power to get involved in conflicts between countries. If they were to incite a nation to start a war, that would be the equivalent of battling two full countries at once. We can’t afford to let this go. We should take action before they have a chance to prepare themselves.”
human
Oscar:  “I understand what you’re saying, but we’d be landing ourselves in a quagmire if we crossed that line. The impact on the mainland would be…” Oscar trailed off, struck by the look in Tinasha’s dark eyes. It was the countenance of a queen, the same one he had witnessed several times before. This was the first time, however, he glimpsed a peculiar, overwhelming force there. It was the bottomless depths of the abyss itself, swallowing up everything with a contemptuous, domineering glare. That look said that she would show not a shred of mercy to an enemy, that she was a mage capable of killing a witch. Curbing her power now might be the best course after all, Oscar thought. That flash of insight drifted through his mind. Perhaps it was not wise to leave her as a chaste spirit sorcerer able to wield boundless amounts of magic. While this thought was born from neither love nor lust, he brushed it aside immediately. Such a notion was unbecoming of Tinasha’s husband. It had occurred to him as the ruler of Farsas.