human
Fourier:  Fourier Lugunica’s collapse was paid comparatively scant attention in the Kingdom of Lugunica. A member of the royal family had fallen ill, and it was treated lightly. Normally, such a thing could not have been imagined, but at that moment it was excused by a peculiar circumstance in the kingdom.
gpt
Fourier:  —Fourier was not the only member of the royal family who had been brought down by disease. Rather, every single member of the royal family of Lugunica had fallen ill.
human
Fourier:  Fourier’s father, the current king, Randohal Lugunica, was of course among them. There were individual differences in the symptoms of illness, but simple guesswork could not be allowed with a disease whose name and origin no one knew. In its whole history, the kingdom had never faced something like this, and it shuddered with the encroaching crisis.
gpt
Ferris:  "So my probationary period is fiiiinally over and I get to be a regular member of the guard, but the captain is just the worst! He’s acting totally different from before! What a bully!" His eyes watered and his voice shook.
human
Fourier:  "Mm, I thought as much. Just when you think Marcus is as serious as he looks, he turns out to have a mischievous side. I figured you two would get along." This only caused Fourier to smile.
gpt
Ferris:  "Your Highness, are you listening to me? Ferri is getting bullied by a mean ol’ superior in the royal guard. I’m looking for some comfort here!"
human
Ferris:  Ferris shook his head helplessly at Fourier’s amusement.
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris brought some water to the prince’s sickbed and held it to Fourier’s lips. The young man sat up with some difficulty, and Ferris could hear the water from the pitcher running down his throat.
human
Fourier:  "I’m sorry for always putting you to such trouble. It’s almost like you’re my personal attendant these days."
gpt
Ferris:  "Don’t worry, don’t worry! These days it’s meowthing but lowlifes trying to get Ferri to heal their training wounds just ’cause they think I’m cute. I would much rather be with you, Your Highness. And Lady Crusch hasn’t been acting very friendly lately…"
human
Fourier:  "Yes, she must be quite busy. I haven’t seen her for days, and I’m getting lonely. Perhaps it has to do with my frustration at being unable to move. This accursed illness."
gpt
Ferris:  "—"
human
Fourier:  Fourier wiped his moistened lips on his sleeve, then nestled into his pillow and smiled weakly. His smile showed his distinctive canines, as always, but there was no energy to it. It was a forced smile to hide from Ferris the sharp pain running through his chest.
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier was emaciated. His shining golden hair had lost its luster, and his eyes, red like the twilight sun, seemed somehow faint. He spoke without vigor and often succumbed to fits of coughing. Above all, he no longer had even the strength to walk around. For the last month, he had been completely bedridden.