human
Lyp:  With a vicious smile on his face, the old man shrugged in reply. “What, you didn’t hear me? That girl’s troublesome sense of self will only hinder me. I turned a blind eye to her antics before, but once the royal selection has officially started, each and every move she makes will fall under heavy scrutiny; I cannot let her run wild and do whatever she wants. So after the announcement at the castle, I’ll take away her consciousness and make her my puppet.”
gpt
Al:  “…Are you even capable of that?”
human
Lyp:  “Yes, I doubt either of you could imagine it. This world is filled with demands hideous beyond imagination. And there are convenient persons who help mediate with shamans. This connection of mine goes a long way back.” Lyp’s scheme was realistic, not that of fairy tales. He would use a shaman to steal Priscilla’s sense of self. It seemed entirely possible.
gpt
Schult:  “Th-this isn’t what we signed up for!” Schult’s voice cracked.
human
Schult:  “Didn’t you just promise you wouldn’t hurt Princess Priscilla? !”
gpt
Lyp:  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do anything to her. All I said is I would not harm her. If that girl is harmed, I can kiss the throne good-bye. I have no intentions of harming her body. Really, I don’t see the problem.”
human
Schult:  “But if Princess Priscilla… If she stops being herself…then what’s the point…? !”
gpt
Lyp:  Lyp turned a displeased face toward Schult, who was shivering. “Oh, cut the noble bullshit, boy. I bought you with the promise of a reward. You have already betrayed her. You have no right to plead on her behalf after everything you’ve done. What, unless that girl’s allure bewitched you, too? There is nothing more shameful for a man than falling victim to a prostitute’s spell…but it does give me an idea.” With a disgusting smile on his lips, Lyp rose to his feet and leaned over his desk, bringing his face close to Schult’s. “If you want to have your way with that girl, I’ll let you—after she’s on the throne. I don’t understand what you see in those lumps of fat, but I suppose you animals are drooling at the idea?”
human
Schult:  “!” Red in the face from the insults, Schult reached his dainty arms toward Lyp’s neck.
gpt
Lyp:  Lyp easily dodged him, grabbing a pistol lying on his desk and whipping Schult in the chest with it. “Attacking your Master… This is why I hate hiring undisciplined stray dogs.” Lyp looked down at Schult, who was writhing and moaning on the floor from the merciless beating.