human
Valt:  “I thought that might be the case,” Valt muttered as he left the castle to head home one evening. Because there was no record of the site, people had always thought the formation north of Farsas to be merely a natural cavern. However, there was an ancient structure concealed deep within the hollow. The past king of Farsas, who’d written of it in his journal, only noted he’d heard of the location from a spirit sorcerer who became his adviser. He had reigned centuries ago, a short time before Tinasha’s birth. Many records from that era had been lost to time, especially those pertaining to the secretive spirit sorcerers.
gpt
Valt:  “All I can do now is consult my ancestors’ accounts…” The archives Valt had inherited as the Time-Reader heir were vast. When he first gained access, he skimmed through all of them, but he had yet to read them carefully. The other heirs were probably much the same. Therefore, there was a very good chance that some record or another Valt wasn’t familiar with did describe the ruins. With those thoughts on his mind, he reached his home, which was tucked into a corner of the castle city. The delicious aroma of soup wafted from the house.
human
Valt:  “I’m back,” he called as he opened the door.
gpt
Miralys:  “Valt!” cried a girl as she leaped at him head-on.
human
Valt:  “Oof!” Valt staggered back from her unexpected crash landing.
gpt
Valt:  “What’s the matter, Miralys?”
human
Miralys:  “Open this,” the silver-haired girl instructed, handing him a new spice jar.
gpt
Valt:  Valt had spared no effort searching for Miralys and had managed to grab her before she joined the bandits. She wasn’t the person he’d found bleeding in a forest. But even so…
human
Miralys:  “Valt? Can’t you open it?”
gpt
Valt:  “No, I can. I was just lost in thought.”
human
Miralys:  “Lost in thought about opening a jar?"