human
Valt:  Valt knocked on the wood of the armrest. "Just barely… I think. She’s got the area warded off and all." He grimaced as he withdrew magic from the barriers.
gpt
Miralys:  Miralys blew on her sweetened tea to cool it down. She was sitting in her favorite wooden chair, brought from Cezar. "So what’s the Farsas king doing?"
human
Valt:  "He’s engaged in a conflict of his own. Some sort of revenge plot by the remaining cultists. Those two have no shortage of enemies, do they?"
gpt
Miralys:  "Aren’t you responsible for at least half of them?" Miralys pointed out.
human
Valt:  "Well, that is true…" Valt folded his arms. The situation had taken a strange turn while he’d been off getting his plans in order. He turned his thoughts to the surprise appearance of the high-ranking demons. Naturally, he knew that Tinasha and Travis were acquaintances. But unlike Tinasha, who was relatively easy to predict, Travis was prone to attracting unforeseen developments. That had caused trouble for Valt numerous times in the past. It had even gotten him killed on a few occasions. Schemes that involved Travis were far too risky, and Valt had long since given up on using him. Fortunately, things were better now, because a girl named Aurelia had come along to weigh Travis down and balance things out.
gpt
Miralys:  Miralys snapped her fingers, and Valt popped his head up. "What do you want to do? Should we help? You don’t want the witch to die, right?"
human
Valt:  "No… but actually, I think we can stay out of this. This is a good opportunity, so I’ll just watch things play out."
gpt
Miralys:  "Are you sure?"
human
Valt:  "Mm-hmm. If she dies here, it means she’s not strong enough. And if that’s the case, it’s all pointless anyway." Valt stated, drawing a coolheaded conclusion. Suppressing his emotions, he closed his eyes. The world was constantly moving in new and unexpected ways. And though it was far from comfortable, they stood in the midst of the tremors from those battering waves.