human
Felt:  Felt turned her eyes toward Priscilla and the grave face she wore.
gpt
Felt:  "So was the old man serious just now? He’s gonna drive me out and take back his place as lord?”
human
Felt:  “If it was so, what would you do about it? Cry into your pillow and politely back down?”
gpt
Felt:  “Ha! Don’t make me laugh. No matter what anyone says, that’s the last thing anyone’ll catch me doing. If there’s no inheritance and I get driven out of the Astrea domain, it makes things reaaal simple, doesn’t it?” Felt’s face contorted into a ferocious smile as she gestured at Reinhard. “He’ll just make that old fart hand over the inheritance. He’s pretty laid-back, but he’s a hell of a lot more reliable than that jerk. That bastard’ll be retiring in no time.”
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla narrowed her eyes as she heard Felt’s Proclamation. Then Priscilla covered her lips with her fan once more.
gpt
Priscilla:  “There is no need to take that commoner’s words at face value. Even if rights to the domain were changed on paper, the trust of the populace would remain yours. The masses may be made up of ignorant fools, but their very foolishness means they are slow to forget a grudge. As the only value of the talentless rabble is to callously employ them as pawns, this renders them unusable.”
human
Felt:  “…Then why’d you bring that old man with you?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “I have already told you. I brought him for nothing more than my own amusement. In that sense, he has already proved his worth.” Priscilla spoke without hesitation as she surveyed the room.
human
Priscilla:  “Very good. My victory is inevitable. Therefore, I desire that the path be as turbulent and entertaining as possible. Fan my flames, you who oppose me—those are the supporting roles you are all meant to play.”
gpt
Felt:  “I’ll make you regret that pride.” Felt’s abrupt declaration of war reflected the views of everyone present.