human
Wilhelm:  “So there’s no one protecting the castle?”
gpt
Roswaal:  “A minimal contingent of the royal guard and defense units like Lord Lyp’s. That’s about it, I suppose. I admire His Majesty’s refuuusal to prioritize his own safety, but it’s just a sliiight problem when he occupies the most crucial building in the nation. Perhaps it’s time to start praying to the Dragon for the kingdom’s peace.”
human
Wilhelm:  “I might admire your patriotism if you didn’t end by saying we need to beg for help. But—wait.” Wilhelm's intuition was nagging at him again. If the demi-humans were after the castle, then their ultimate goal would be the heart of the kingdom—the king himself. And after causing the uprisings, they had a sure way of capturing their target. There was one place the king of the Dragonfriend Kingdom of Lugunica was certain to go when his country was in dire straits. It was almost as if Valga Cromwell was inviting him there.
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Bordeaux:  Bordeaux was heading upstairs. “Wilhelm! I’m going to go protect His Majesty! The throne room—”
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm cut him off with his own view of things. “Bordeaux! I’m going to the chapel! Objections? !”
gpt
Bordeaux:  Bordeaux looked startled at the way everything about Wilhelm suggested that he was going to follow his own instincts, but then he grinned. “None at all! Whatever happens, just don’t forget what Zergev Squadron stands for!”
human
Wilhelm:  “You know I never gave a damn about that.”
gpt
Bordeaux:  “Then we should ask Grimm. Grimm! Don’t let Wilhelm out of your sight!”
human
Grimm:  The vigorous pounding of a shield came in answer.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm frowned.
human
Bordeaux:  Bordeaux hefted his battle-ax, wished them luck, and rushed off.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “What are you going to do?” Wilhelm asked Roswaal, who apparently intended to follow him down to the castle’s basement chapel. “Why are you with us, anyway?”
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal winked. “I have my own objective. Wheeether it will show up here is a biiig gamble, but I think I’ll trust the judgment of the man I’m head over heels for.”
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Grimm, Carol:  Grimm and Carol exchanged astonished looks at Roswaal’s teasing words.
human
Wilhelm:  But Wilhelm, the man in question, only gave a thoroughly exasperated cluck and shifted away from Roswaal. “Don’t come whining to me if you get killed,” he said. “I’m not nice enough to be looking behind me while I’m trying to fight.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “…I think you’ve changed, though. You wouldn’t have said that befooore.”
human
Wilhelm:  “Me? Changed? Even if I have—” Even if he had, it was only to advance along the path to becoming an unfeeling sword. It was, he believed, the answer he had found in his blade. Wilhelm gritted his teeth and forced away the image of Theresia that floated through his mind. If she hadn’t kept asking him, he would have stopped believing it long ago. He dashed forward, as if to escape the fact.