human
Cecils:  !” The door opened, ushering in a comically stiff breeze. Cecils' hand, outstretched for his sword, was in the grasp of a young man wearing a kimono. The guest smiled pleasantly; he was holding a sword that shone with an uncanny light. The older man knew the younger one, of course. Knew his name and how powerful he was. “Cecils Segmund…”
gpt
Cecils:  “The very same. Player of the lead role in this world—and faithful blade of His Majesty.”
human
Glamdart:  “M-my guards… What did you do to—? Hrrgh!” It was a foolish question anyway. In the middle of it, Cecils’s foot met the man’s stomach, and the fugitive—Glamdart—went rolling across the floor. He briefly caught sight of blood dribbling on the ground in the hallway. That was all he needed to know about what had happened to the bodyguards. And what would soon happen to him.
gpt
Cecils:  “Now that just won’t do, Holstoy, you old dog. When your plans have unraveled, you should see yourself off the stage without delay. The head of your double and your little gift to the kingdom… Truly appalling. A stupendous performance as the villain!”
human
Glamdart:  “W-wait, Segmund…”
gpt
Cecils:  “But trying to make off with the empire’s crown jewel, the sky-dragon tamer—that can’t be allowed. Add that to the fact that you were the ringleader of the plot against His Majesty, and a hundred deaths wouldn’t expunge your sin.” The enchanted sword in Cecils’s hand glowed in a way no sword should have been capable of. The Divine General’s eyes were brutal as he informed Glamdart of his crimes; he clearly had not the slightest concern for life. The older man, all too aware of this, clasped his hands together.
human
Glamdart:  “Hear me out, Segmund! The scheme against the emperor was of his own devising—between him and Balleroy! I simply—”
gpt
Cecils:  “I’m not interested in your excuses, and I don’t care about your arguments. You targeted His Majesty’s life, absconded with an imperial secret, and worst of all, you continue to cling to the stage when your part has been played out. Let your blood wash away your disgrace.”
human
Glamdart:  “Heeegh—!”
gpt
Cecils:  “Ahh, I’m so glad for your sake that I’m the one who found you. I’m much nicer than the emperor, you know. For example, you deserve to die a hundred times, but I’ll settle for once.” Cecils smiled and raised his sword, which seemed to tremble nefariously. Just a flicker of that blade, and the thread of Glamdart’s life would be cut as surely as the sinews of his neck, his consciousness lost forever. Why? Why, despite this terrible knowledge, did the blade look—beautiful?
human
Cecils:  “And now, farewell.” Those were the last words he heard before the stunning flash of silver descended toward his neck.
gpt
?:  “That will be quite enough, Cecils.”
human
Cecils:  “Oh-ho?” A voice interrupted Cecils in the middle of his stroke, inches before the blade found flesh. The sword came to a halt, and its owner glanced over at the source of the interruption.