human
Al:  Al savored his peaceful days.
gpt
Lyp:  “Well, I couldn’t care less about you right now." Lyp grumbled. "Now, about Priscilla. That girl wanders the lands every day and does as she pleases—what do you think of this?”
human
Al:  “I think she has odd taste. It doesn’t exactly seem on-brand… That is, it’s not the way I’d imagine a dominion lord’s wife to behave. Then again, your subjects seemed to really get a kick out of it.”
gpt
Lyp:  “They get a kick out of it, you say… Humph, just morbid curiosity, that’s all. Well, that girl’s random idea brought one of the fields back to life. That’s enough to make my subjects worship her like a god. I already knew this, but there’s only so much stupidity a man can take!” Action/Narration Lyp pounded his fist on the desk and ground his teeth in anger.
human
Al:  Al was annoyed at the idea that the old man had called him into his library just to gripe at him. “Not to defend the Princess, but you may be wrong about her idea of bringing one of the fields back to life. She has produced results in every village of yours that she has visited—even in villages with different soil conditions. Though, if you’re skeptical about her keen eye, I would agree with you.”
gpt
Lyp:  “Keen eye? A bunch of rubbish! What that girl possesses is much more repulsive. How else would rumors of her being the Bloody Bride be born?”