human
Reinhard:  "I know you’ve both been worried about me—from now on, I’ll be able to move and act freely."
gpt
Ferris:  "Confinement or no, you still meownaged to beat Volakia’s strongest fighter—that’s our Reinhard!" Ferris said, and the Sword Saint laughed, turning up the collar of his shirt next to his now-bare neck.
human
Julius:  Julius nodded. "Yes, you’re right. Both of you. The pondering can wait until we get home."
gpt
Ferris:  "So you’re still set on pondering? Couldn’t mew take it a little easier?"
human
Julius:  "Just the way I am."
gpt
Reinhard:  The other two, knowing their friend would never change, looked at each other and shrugged affably.
human
Julius:  Julius, for his part, looked out the window of the dragon carriage and up at the sky. There are no borders up there. The kingdom and the empire may bump up against each other on land, but the blue goes on forever. “But then, even so…” There were other borders, invisible ones. Things buried in thoughts or in individuals’ ways of life. He knew now how the empire functioned; he had seen the loneliness of its emperor, discovered the greatness of his strength, and now he was going home to his kingdom. What kind of kingdom would it be in these coming days? It was a vital question, one that could not go unanswered in a land with no king. And when his country strode forth into that yet unknown future, what benefit would this experience of his be? Julius let his thoughts roam as he looked up at the sky. It would not be long until the answer to that question came to him in the form of a meeting with a young woman, an encounter that would set him on the path forward. The royal selection that would determine the next king of Lugunica—it was only months away now, drawing closer every passing moment.