human
Al:  “Gee, you sound angry, my lord.” Al had been the one to steer the conversation in that direction, but trash-talking people he didn’t know still bored him. Giving lackluster replies, Al stole a glance at Schult, who was shrinking back in a corner of the room. He didn’t seem to understand what he was doing there. He had been staring at the floor since he got there.
gpt
Lyp:  “Now, enough griping about the fools at the capital. It’s a waste of time. The royal selection is at long last here. We must talk about that.”
human
Lyp:  “Did you tell them the princess is one of the candidates?”
gpt
Lyp:  “Of course. I have to tell them that the account on the Dragon Tablet is genuine. They’ll need to know that the candidates’ Lugunica badges must shine to prove this. Ideally, I would have given the shining task to Priscilla so I could claim that she was the first in line. However…” With a cynical smirk, Lyp cut off.
human
Lyp:  “Right when I announced the prophecy, a badge of one of the higher nobles shone. One of the candidates being there was my only miscalculation.”
gpt
Al:  “Dang, whoever that person is, they’re pretty lucky. By the way, whose badge shone?”
human
Lyp:  “Duchess Karsten…Crusch Karsten. Little brat, shamelessly taking the title from her father even though she’s nothing but a girl. She’s a savage sword-lover and a famous weirdo who drags an eccentric servant around with her. What did the badge see in her, I wonder? Well…I suppose that’s a pointless question, seeing as how Priscilla was also chosen.” As the old man sighed, Al smirked. The exact same thought had crossed his mind.
gpt
Lyp:  “By the way, Master, how did you discover the Princess was a candidate?”
human
Lyp:  “…I am under no obligation to tell you that. I spoke too much, but don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. All you need to do is follow my orders. The matter is closed.”
gpt
Al:  “…Very well.” Al said, obediently backing off.
human
Lyp:  When Lyp saw the compliant look on Al’s quiet face, he exhaled long and hard out his nose. Then the old man clicked his tongue at the boy standing in the corner of the room and said, “Are you going to be there forever? I’ve made time in my busy schedule to speak with you.