human
Miklotov:  In a room of the Lugunica castle lined with bookshelves, Miklotov was receiving a report. “So the source of young master Fourier’s heartsickness is Crusch Karsten, is that it?”
gpt
Tutor:  Standing in front of the old sage was the tutor tasked with Fourier’s education.
human
Miklotov:  When the instructor told him what the problem was, Miklotov nodded and stroked his long beard. “Mmm. I see. The daughter of the honorable Lord Meckart. I’ve heard that she’s quite an odd girl… Perhaps that is precisely what drew His Highness Fourier to her.”
gpt
Tutor:  “I am afraid I don’t know, sir. But it appears to be fact that the young lady and His Highness are on familiar terms. The other day, I gather they went to the garden to look at a flower together…”
human
Miklotov:  “How sweet. But if this causes him to neglect his studies…”
gpt
Tutor:  “Er, ahem, on that note, sir.” The tutor interrupted Miklotov.
human
Miklotov:  The sage raised an eyebrow. “If anything, His Highness has been more focused on his studies than before. Perhaps his acquaintance with the young lady has…”
gpt
Miklotov:  “…moved him to present himself as his best? Yes, how sweet, indeed.” Miklotov finished the tutor’s reluctant sentence.