human
Schult:  “Oh…yes, sir, right away!” His face twisting in pain, Schult ran for his life toward the door and shot out of the room, not looking back. He made a wise decision.
gpt
Lyp:  Lyp sneered. “Just how foolish can you both be?! Why do you think I summoned only the two of you to the library? Everyone else in this mansion is already my coconspirator. If he leaves the library, that boy’s fate is sealed!”
human
Al:  “Dang, you’re thorough. But fate’s a fickle bitch. What if, say, I take you hostage…?”
gpt
Lyp:  “You think you can restrain me, boy? I didn’t make a name for myself on the battlefield as a young man for nothing. Not even Bordeaux can get the best of me in battle!” The violent spirit surging from Lyp as he howled showed that he wasn’t just all bark. The pistol in his hand was a metia. It likely sapped magic power from his servants. It was a simple effect, but because of it, there was no way to fight against it. Comparing their stats, Al immediately realized he was not at an advantage. And that meant—
human
Al:  “All the criteria have been met. Now nothing’s holding me back from using my trump card.”
gpt
Lyp:  “You fool…”
human
Al:  “Yeah, I’m a fool. And this isn’t personal, old man. You were just unlucky… No, scratch that—” Al cut off there and smirked, a cynical echo in his voice. “You were born under a bad star.”
gpt
Lyp:  With a grunt, Lyp raised his pistol without hesitation and unleashed his magic energy. Traveling through the palm of his hand and through his pistol, his mana reached overwhelming power levels. The burst of magic that shot from the tip of his metia was over five times stronger than usual. It made direct contact with the torso of the joking helmeted knight, exploding in the center of his warped body. The foul stench of burning flesh filled the room, and flecks of scattered gore dotted the library shelves. With a loud crash, the head, helmet, and liuyedao rolled on the floor. Lyp gave a bored look at the carnage. “‘Trump card’? Hah. Rubbish. Everything about that man was rubbish.” Darting through the bloody library, Lyp headed for the door. The chances of Schult rendezvousing with Priscilla were slim, but there would be a problem if he did. He had to find the boy and dispose of him as soon as possible. Thinking this, Lyp reached for the doorknob.