human
Prisca:  She’d worked her way around the vast Crystal Palace, where the party was being held, looking for Vincent and meanwhile working on her brother Bartroi, who always seemed a little too unwary of his younger siblings. Just as she finally found the brother she was looking for— “Prisca Benedict. That’s my name.” "" —next to Vincent, she discovered a young girl in a bright-crimson dress.
gpt
Belstetz:  "Magic-stone cannon strike confirmed. When the smoke clears, I will inform you of the results."
human
Lamia:  "I don’t care if you use up every magic stone we have; just make sure you get me what I want. You’re to keep me updated as and when the situation develops."
gpt
Belstetz:  "Milady." Belstetz replied with a respectful bow.
human
Lamia:  Lamia rested her chin on her hands and looked out at the forest, which was now a blazing field of light. She smiled. She’d brought so many of her brothers and sisters together to enact this encirclement of Vincent. That she had included even her mortal enemy, Prisca, in this number was not in fact a sign of how much she wished to be sure she had the strength to defeat their brother. It was because she knew that Prisca’s presence was itself the poison that would finish Vincent. "Didn’t I tell you, Prisca? I think quite highly of you. You’re the next most dangerous sibling after our dear brother… You think more like him than any of us. That’s why I knew you could find him. I was sure."
gpt
Paladio:  "Vincent and Prisca were in the same place. I’m sure they were both caught in the blast." The telepathic report from Lamia’s coconspirator, Paladio, assured her that her plan had worked.
human
Lamia:  "Surely, you didn’t really think I came all the way to your house just to corral you." She’d had this plan to use Paladio’s special abilities brewing ever since the Rite had begun.