human
Priscilla:  One could tell from a single glance that it was no normal weapon. It had appeared in Priscilla’s hand in the blink of an eye and vanished just as quickly.
gpt
Al:  Seeing this, Al slowly released Priscilla’s hand. "Sheesh, gimme a break here. You even drew the Sun Blade. It’s bad for my heart… Bnnnfh! !"
human
Priscilla:  "You are most rude, Al. Whose permission did you obtain to touch my jewellike flesh? It is your business how you deal with your dearth of womanly attention and seething desire, but do not even dream of sullying me in the process." Slamming her freed hand into Al’s gut, Priscilla made her retainer groan in anguish. She let out a snort, gazing down upon Heinkel with cold eyes as he lay there pathetically on the floor. The uncaring cruelty in those crimson eyes was frightening indeed. "Though it is not my wont to grant mercy to those committing gross acts of impropriety…Al’s words do have some merit."
gpt
Al:  "If you think that, I’d kinda prefer if you treated me a little more gently."
human
Priscilla:  "Do not say that. I am not a demon. Later, I shall grant you the reward of being permitted to lick my foot."
gpt
Al:  "Can you stop talking like that’d actually make me happy?! You’ll cause all kinds of misunderstandings!"
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla paid no attention to Al as he pleaded on bended knee. Instead, she clapped her hands together. "Schult, carry that commoner out of here. It would be a waste to discard him just yet. Attend to his wounds."
gpt
Schult:  "Right away, Lady Priscilla!" Appearing the moment she issued the summons was a pink-haired boy who’d apparently been waiting in the corridor. Subaru had seen this person at Priscilla’s mansion once previously; he was a boy with adorably curly, fluffy-looking hair. The young, still growing butler raced over to Heinkel with tiny steps. "Pardon my rudeness, Lord Heinkel." With those polite words, he grabbed hold of both of Heinkel’s legs and dragged him into the corridor. The method of transportation caused Heinkel some bumps here and there, but Schult faithfully performed his job without a single word of complaint.
human
Al:  Seeing the youth’s professionalism on display, Al prodded the eye slits of his helm as he made a passing comment. "Our lovely boy Schult is always so lively, isn’t he? You really need to praise him more, Princess."
gpt
Priscilla:  "It is only natural that I should be served with all of one’s spirit. That is what I love about Schult. I shall properly reward him. Schult, too, shall be allowed to lick my foot."
human
Al:  "That image is waaaay too indecent. Give him a different reward, I’m begging you."
gpt
Priscilla:  "Hmm. Then the honor of sleeping while snuggled up and embracing me, perhaps?"
human
Al:  "...Well, that much is fine, I suppose. I almost wanna trade places with him now."
gpt
Priscilla:  At the conclusion of that carefree exchange between master and servant, Priscilla returned her gaze to the hall once more.