human
Kaito:  It wasn’t that he wanted to stop them from killing the Saint. At the moment, it was the correct choice to make. But something was off. Will this really, really, really bring everything to a close? Do I really believe that? You’re a big dumb-dumb! his inner child crowed. Think about it carefully, the rational part of his brain murmured. And now that he considered it, there were a number of questions that he and the others had more or less ignored. Why did the Grave Keeper bring Izabella to us like that? Why did she give Elisabeth her blessings, then offer no resistance and practically kill herself off? Why did the Butcher invite us here? Why did he specifically wait for us to arrive before waking up the Legend Dragon? Then, upon noticing another fact he’d overlooked, Kaito went pale. The various races had each received a letter, and in the letter had been a certain phrase. “The beginning, the middle, and the end all lie in the palm of His hand. If you wish to reject those words, make for the World’s End.” But we were the only ones the Butcher didn’t send it to. Perhaps that fact signified something truly terrible. And at the same time, a question he had failed to consider up until then crossed Kaito’s mind. The Butcher had claimed that the whole uproar about restructuring hadn’t been his desire. The Apostle and the fanatics had simply been trying to grant the Saint’s wish. But had anyone ever said that the restructuring itself was what the Saint had been wishing for? That fundamental problem now pierced through Kaito’s brain. He frantically dug through his memories. That’s right—it was the Grave Keeper! She’d said that “God and the Saint have been seeking this restructuring for many ages.” But was the restructuring itself really her true desire? Wasn’t it also a possibility that the reconstructing was simply a natural part of the process involved in granting her true wish? If that was the case, though, then what did the Saint actually wish for?
gpt
Kaito:  “Ah!” At that moment, Kaito’s thoughts were forcefully interrupted. An incredible amount of heat was coming off the stone in his pocket. He was about to click his tongue in annoyance, but then he realized something. Vlad’s never been this insistent about wanting to come out before. So what could it be that Vlad wanted to tell him? Kaito hurriedly ran mana through the stone. Azure petals and black darkness fluttered up through the air. When they vanished, they left behind a man in aristocratic attire. Unlike usual, he didn’t move to strike a dramatic pose. Vlad’s limbs dangled loose as he turned to face Kaito. Upon getting a look at Vlad’s crimson eyes, Kaito gulped. Fierce madness and burning thoughts were swirling within Vlad’s gaze.
human
Vlad:  “…Why?”
gpt
Kaito:  “Um…”
human
Vlad:  “Why did you so obstinately refuse to let me out until now, my dear successor?”
gpt
Kaito:  “M-my bad."