human
Geuse:  “Yes, yes, that’s right, it’s me. Geuse, to see you like this…”
gpt
Geuse:  “It iiiis fine… A body of flesh must someday perish… The finger who entruuusted this body to me surely understood as much… More importantly, is Lady Emilia…?”
human
Geuse:  “I left her to Archi…the next Guardian, so she could have a chance to escape outside. I’m sure they’re all right, thanks to you.”
gpt
Geuse:  “Iiis that so…? That iiis very…good.”
human
Regulus:  “—It’s not remotely good whatsoever! !” As Geuse relaxed his blood-ridden face in relief, his words made Regulus cry out with an angry voice. Blasting apart the ice-covered soil, Regulus brushed away white mist with both arms, his expression indignant. He plucked at his head, enmity resting in his eyes like nothing before.
gpt
Regulus:  “Who do you think you are, coming back and pulling that out of the blue? I was about to stomp and crush his head just now! With what right, with whose permission, do you dare! Interfere! With me…me me me me me me me me me me ME?! !” In a fit of rage, Regulus squatted and plunged both his arms into the ground. He proceeded to swing them upward, tossing soft soil toward Fortuna and Geuse. His demeanor was truly like that of a child, throwing a tantrum and scattering earth about—
human
Geuse:  “No! That debris… You must evade all of it…!”
gpt
Fortuna:  “Eh?” Fortuna was ignoring the shower of dirt and trying to refine her mana for a counterattack when Geuse pushed her down. The action he chose over counterattack, over defense, was to push her straight to the ground without even breaking her fall— Fortuna raised her voice, questioning Geuse’s decision…and then she saw.
human
Regulus:  The sand and pebbles Regulus threw had opened “countless holes” in the surface of the ground. These were literally countless holes. Almost like the marks raindrops left upon parched soil, the dirt Regulus had thrown gouged the ground with such penetrating power that she could not see where they bottomed out. The might of the attack was obvious from one glance at the fallen trees caught in its area of effect. They had been turned into wood chips from the countless, tiny holes punched into them; a human body subjected to the same would have surely turned to bloody mist. It was nigh unbelievable destructive power, and most frightening of all was—
gpt
Regulus:  “Hey now! What did you go dodging it for?! Just soak it up and turn into mincemeat! That goes for the talentless hack Petelgeuse and that woman over there, too! I would’ve been fine adding you as my seventy-ninth wife, so what’s with this stupid behavior, huh? Huh? !” Whining loudly, Regulus thrust his arms into the ground’s surface once more—
human
Regulus:  He could do this consecutively. He was a being who could not be harmed by some of the deadliest spells in existence yet could kill by scattering some dirt and pebbles. In spite of this, his mental state was as immature as an infant’s, destructively egotistical beyond anyone’s reach.