human
Valga:  "And as you say, we are the weaker race. We have to rely on our wits. There’s no law that says the weak always have to lose.”
gpt
Libre:  “I will act as I see fit." He says, heading for the door of the hut. Framed in the doorway, he turned, his yellow eyes narrowing at Valga. "But I say this to you, Valga. If you continue down this path, one day it will lead you to hell.”
human
Valga:  “One day? This world is already hell.”
gpt
Libre:  Instead of saying good-bye, Libre merely sighed. The reptilian demi-human left, and the tension went out of Valga’s shoulders.
human
Sphinx:  “If he is going to be a problem in the future, shall I eliminate him?”
gpt
Valga:  “We shouldn’t do it if it’s not necessary. Libre may not think the same way I do, but the alliance needs him. The alliance looks to me as its leader, but the only way I can help anyone is with my brain. To lead the charge into the enemy ranks, cut them to pieces, and raise our troops’ morale to the utmost—for that, we need a hero like him.”
human
Sphinx:  “A difficult thing. This requires careful consideration.” Sphinx paused, then said, “And what will you do next? More magic circles like the ones you used at Castour?”
gpt
Valga:  Ignoring the abrupt change in subject, Valga unrolled a map with his beefy hands. “That might work if we could do it before word of the defeat at Castour spreads among the humans, but the alliance isn’t well organized enough to move that quickly. The longer we wait until the next battle, the more likely they’ll be to have developed countermeasures. I doubt the magic entrapment strategy will work again.”
human
Sphinx:  “What, then?”
gpt
Valga:  “Obviously. We let them destroy a magic circle,” Valga said with an evil, blood-red smile.
human
Sphinx:  But she glanced at the ground and murmured, “This will require observation,” so quietly that no one could hear.