human
Priscilla:  “You lot, dispose of it.” Without hesitation, the servants Priscilla commanded whisked away Gilian, who was now a completely blackened lump.
gpt
Al:  “Lemme guess, Princess…you knew what the old fart was plotting all along?”
human
Priscilla:  “From the very start, he never hid his intentions to use me to seize power in the kingdom. It wasn’t hard to imagine what sort of tactics the geezer would employ to do so. It is only natural to clip an eager moth’s wings before it can fly into a lantern.”
gpt
Al:  “Hardcore… You’re on a whole different level.” Al couldn’t help but laugh at the image—an old man with a deeply seated ambition that had been burning for so many years, and the hand that’d been pulling his strings all along. Not only had he lacked the support of the subjects of the baronry, he also had no true allies in the mansion, either. And the one ally he had managed to grasp was now a pile of ash. “By the way, if you were really ten chess moves ahead and were ready to do the old man in, why didn’t you tell me and Schult about it? I could’ve avoided all that weird playacting.”
human
Priscilla:  “Because you have no talent for it—just take a look. Schult is no better. Look how flustered he gets by the mere sight of me. It was a strain to hold myself back from laughing all those times.”