human
Cecils:  "I shall answer all with my sword, including your little tease. Is that all your conditions?"
gpt
Julius:  "Yes. As long as you will hold to them."
human
Cecils:  "Indeed, so I shall! Guide me forth, then. To my most perfect opponent, the Sword Saint!" Having heard and accepted the conditions, Cecils bounded to his feet. He returned his beloved swords to their usual position at his hip, and then he turned eager eyes on Julius, who nodded deeply.
gpt
Julius:  "Master Cecils, before I guide you to where you wish to go, I have something very important to say."
human
Cecils:  "And what would that be? My fervor is already at its greatest extremity, and I wish to go forth to my battle before it should wither or ebb!"
gpt
Julius:  "The issue is Reinhard. He isn’t in the capital right now."
human
Cecils:  "Huh?" The Volakian’s mouth fell open so wide, it seemed his jaw might drop off.
gpt
Ferris:  "Reinhard’s meowy busy, being the Sword Saint. Right now, he’s off in the northern part of the kingdom, accompanying some kind of expedition. He’ll probably be back…what would you say, next week?" Ferris put a finger to his lips in thought.
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Cecils:  "B-b-but that means…" Cecils stared despairingly at the ceiling. "That means I’ll have to put off our fight again! I can’t stand it!" This was the second time they had heard such whining from the empire’s strongest, and perhaps unluckiest, fighter. That was hardly something to brag about, though—Julius and Ferris both just shrugged.