human
Balleroy:  “The death of Balleroy Temeglyph, one of the Nine Divine Generals, was part of their plan all along.”
gpt
Narration:  A quiet chaos reigned in Lupghana, capital of the Volakian Empire. The emperor had been kidnapped, and one of the renowned Nine Divine Generals lay dead. Such events were unprecedented, to say the least. In an elaborate chamber far from the Crystal Palace, several figures held a secret conference.
human
Figure:  “The emperor’s a sharp one—I think we have t’ assume he’s noticed by now.”
gpt
Figure:  “Startin’ to wish we’d finished him off at the castle? In the capital, with enough troops, we might’ve had a shot, but… Well, well.”
human
Balleroy:  “I’ve had quite enough of your griping, Temeglyph…!” A tall, slim figure had been speaking before they were cut off. The voice belonged to an attractive man who ran a hand through his dirty-brown hair, his almond-shaped eyes drooping. It was none other than the one believed to have died within the Crystal Palace, he whose untimely end had moved so many soldiers to prepare for battle. There stood Balleroy Temeglyph, alive and well.
gpt
Figure:  The one who had interrupted pointed a quaking finger at Balleroy. "This is all because you couldn’t resist embellishing things! What have we done that we deserve to be led on a wild-goose chase in our own country by a bunch of outlanders?”
human
Balleroy:  “Force can only get ya so far. Can’t stab someone in the back when you’re comin’ at him from the front, can ya? As for the outlanders, color me impressed that they’ve given us so much trouble. Raisin’ so much hell in a foreign country—they must be better than we thought.”
gpt
Figure:  “For an entire group of Divine Generals to be roundly defeated is a disgrace to the nation. If Eight-Arms were still alive, we would never have suffered such an affront.”
human
Balleroy:  “That name’s real nostalgic and all, but he’s dead as dirt.” Balleroy shrugged at the man’s rueful tone. To hear the name of Volakia’s old hero after this litany of complaints was enough to bring a tear to his eye. “Anyway, time to stop lookin’ to the past. He ain’t fit enough. And Eight-Arms, well, he didn’t give himself the finest send-off. Am I wrong?”
gpt
Balleroy:  “He was supposed to defend the capital, but instead, he betrayed the city to one of the Archbishops of the Seven Deadly Sins and then got himself killed in the fighting… As legendary heroes go, it wasn’t much of an ending.”
human
Figure:  “…The emperor must not return to the Crystal Palace.” The other man clenched his fist at Balleroy’s less than reverent words, then sighed deeply.
gpt
Balleroy:  “Y’ can just leave that to my own personal guard. Most of the men won’t even get near that li’l group—Master Goz’s orders, see. If we can finish ’em off in the meantime, it’s our game.