human
Priscilla:  “It seems our new emperor can relax, despite having just assumed the throne. I will watch with great interest to see whether he can really handle the task he so eagerly took upon himself.”
gpt
Serena:  “So you take that tone even with regards to His Majesty the Emperor. You are indeed quite something, young wife. And…”
human
Priscilla:  “And what?”
gpt
Serena:  “It’s nothing. I owe you a debt, I’m afraid. I put you in danger.” Serena shrugged. She was referring to how Priscilla had assumed Serena’s identity—and the danger that went with it—on the sword-slave island.
human
Serena:  “I don’t like owing people. I want to repay my debt as quickly as possible. Is there anything you want? Aside from my subordinates, whom I’m afraid I can’t part with…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Don’t make me repeat myself. If I desired your lackeys for myself, I would not bother to ask for your permission. They would come to me of their own accord.”
human
Serena:  “Is that so? A frightening prospect in itself. Very well. This debt is to remain, then?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “For the time being, yes.”
human
Serena:  Serena frowned and looked at Priscilla, who noticed again the white sword scar that ran along the left side of the woman’s face.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla winked her own left eye but looked squarely back at the high countess.
human
Priscilla:  “One day, I will call in this favor you owe me."