gpt
Al:  The disregard of both master and servant drove the ruffians’ anger to its limit. With clear malice, each one drew his blade as they began to tighten the circle. Al asked her,
human
Al:  “So, Princess. What about what the world around you wants?”
gpt
Girl:  “My choice is the world’s choice. You should bear that in mind, Al.”
human
Al:  “I try.”
gpt
Girl:  The girl nodded with satisfaction at Al’s words and resumed nibbling on her abble. Her cheeks relaxed at the bittersweet taste, bringing an angelic smile over her beautiful face. And as if ripping off an insect’s wings with cherubic innocence, she stated matter-of-factly, "I am now in a very good mood.—Consequently, you may spare their lives.”
human
Al:  Hearing those words, Al put his hand on the handle of the large sword sheathed horizontally behind his hip. There was a slow shing—the sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath. With that as background music, he stated,
gpt
Al:  “—Aye-aye, ma’am.” The smile under the pitch-black helmet was vivid and fierce.