human
Lute:  Hers were incongruous, as though several different people were all mixed together. The tip of Lute’s sword shook a little. The trail of blood had dripped all the way down to the Grave Keeper’s lips. In spite of that, though, her smile remained the same. Grinding his teeth, Lute raised his sword overhead. “Hrgh!”
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Kaito:  “Lute, no!” Kaito called out to stop him. Killing the Grave Keeper could easily have drastic consequences.
human
Lute:  Instead of stopping, though, Lute returned his sword to its sheath. Then he collapsed cross-legged onto the pelt floor.
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Kaito:  Kaito breathed a sigh of relief.
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Grave Keeper:  The Grave Keeper sloppily licked at her blood. After cleaning the area around her mouth in the same manner a cat would, she spoke. “Ah, how lovely. And the Church is quite magnanimous toward its neighbors. We will overlook your discourtesy this time.”
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Kaito:  Man, there’s gotta be a limit to how shameless you can be. Kaito frowned.
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Lute:  Lute grimaced as well, but he looked around the room, seemingly having returned to his senses. His subordinates had been directing murderous rage toward the Grave Keeper as well. Even now, they still seemed poised to spring forward and go for her throat. Lute took a deep breath. Then, having stiffened his resolve, he bowed to the Grave Keeper. “I thank you for your generosity.”
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Lute's Subordinates:  His subordinates ground their teeth in unison. Their commanding officer had apologized, and they couldn’t let that apology go to waste. They forcibly choked back their rage.
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Lute:  But Lute then continued, his voice practically a growl. “But make certain you do not forget. This is the World’s End, a land that belongs to no race. If we all seek the same thing, then conflict is inevitable. And the battlefield is a place of many surprises. You may be influential, but I can make no guarantees for your safety. So take care. Remember, any old blackguard might fire the arrow that takes your head.”
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Grave Keeper:  “Oh yes, I’ve been aware of that for quite a long while. Why, I’ve seen it myself. That’s simply the kind of place that a battlefield is. Anyone and everyone might find themselves among the ranks of the fallen. The dead will form circles and dance among the skulls, waiting patiently atop God’s palm for the day when all returns to nothing. Such tranquility, such delight! But we are not yet on a battlefield, and I am but a simple messenger.” The Grave Keeper gently laid her hand atop her chest. Then, at long last, she displayed an innocent, age-appropriate smile. “Now, let’s have a chat! Let’s talk peacefully and pastorally so that all God’s creatures can come to an understanding.”
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Kaito:  “Have a…chat?” Kaito let out a dumbfounded murmur. The Grave Keeper’s proposal seemed completely reasonable. But that was what made it seem so completely and utterly surreal. After all, their two camps were working under diametrically opposed goals and beliefs. Jeanne, Kaito, and the others were trying to protect and preserve the world as it was.