human
Julius:  "Um, well…not that I’m sure my excuses will have much sway with Marcus, but at the very least, you two will not be alone when he reprimands you. If you must get a piece of his mind, I will, too.”
gpt
Julius:  “Reassuring words, Your Highness—Now then, what about the Duchess of Karsten…?” As a semblance of calm returned to the room, Julius guided them back to the question at hand.
human
Official:  This led the official, now out of ways to distract his visitors, to slump a bit and look uncomfortably at Ferris. "It’s true Lady Crusch went alone to inspect the House of Argyle,” he said. “But Bardok has the area of the mansion surrounded with nearly fifty soldiers. The Argyles lack the resources to hire mercenaries at this time. Even if they armed their slaves and sent them out, it would be easy to subdue them.”
gpt
Ferris:  “But what if they took Lady Crusch hostage…?”
human
Official:  “I admit they might feel so cornered as to resort to violence, but they would be facing Lady Crusch. She once cut down a Giant Rabbit with a single swipe of her sword. I doubt they could best her. And she has done all she can to prepare in advance.” The official offered all the reasons he could for peace of mind, hoping to placate Ferris.
gpt
Ferris:  Was it simply an illusion born of his own difficulties with his blood family? “…Wait, Ferris. None of that would lay my lingering anxiety to rest.”
human
Fourier:  “Your Highness?” Fourier had spoken just as Ferris was beginning to calm down and resolve to trust Crusch. Fourier looked like a different person. Ferris, looking into his eyes, had the sense that he could see the prince’s very soul. Everyone in the room caught the change in Fourier.
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier looked around the room, which was holding their collective breath, and put a hand on his chest before continuing. “A worry, I cannot explain what, churns within me. It isn’t good for you and Crusch to continue to be apart. Indeed, we must go as soon as possible—cough, c-cough!”
human
Ferris:  “Your Highness? !” Fourier’s words dissolved into a spate of red-faced coughing. Ferris rushed to take his shoulders, focusing his attention on the flow of mana throughout the prince’s body.
gpt
Ferris:  “What…?”
human
Fourier:  Fourier immediately moved away from Ferris’s hands. Before his fingers and the mana flowing through them could do their work, the prince stood up, still sweating and breathing hard.