human
Al:  “Take each breath like it’s your last, boy.”
gpt
Al:  “Well that’s just heartless…and if Schult breathes that desperately, he’ll hyperventilate and die.” As Schult began to breathe hard, an intense look in his eyes, Al looked at Priscilla and shrugged.
human
Al:  “Princess—he’s just a kid. It wouldn’t hurt to show him a little kindness now and again.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “In this world, uncertainty rains down upon us all, young and old, man and woman alike. Does hunger and famine sort people by size? Does the hand of plague discriminate between the classes? As living beings, we are all equals. As long as you aren’t imprisoned in an iron cage, relying on others for your own peace of mind is only delaying the inevitable.”
human
Al:  “Princess?” As Priscilla spat out those harsh words, lines of irritation rose on her beautiful face. Al couldn’t shake the feeling that the source of her irritation came from the second half of what he had said. But before he could pinpoint what exactly her irritation was, Priscilla’s expression changed.
gpt
Priscilla:  “All living things are equal—with the exception of me, of course.”
human
Al:  “Princess…” She was smiling. With a smile more seductive and crueler than anything in this world, Priscilla spat those words out quietly. It was her mantra, which Al had heard her say many times since he began service as her knight.
gpt
Priscilla:  “This world bends itself to suit me.” It was the source of her self-confidence—the highest words that put her very existence on a pedestal.
human
Priscilla:  “Now, Schult, as I just said, if all things in this world are made to suit my needs…then if I am thirsty, do you know what would suit my needs?”
gpt
Schult:  “Y-yes, Princess. I’ll pour your tea straight away!”
human
Priscilla:  “Nonsense. The contents of that pot are surely cold. And it would be treason to suggest I drink the rest of Al’s cup. Your head will fly.”
gpt
Schult:  “P-please have mercy! I’ll brew a new pot right away!” And Schult flew out of the lounge, hugging the teapot to his chest.
human
Al:  As Al listened to his tiny footsteps disappear into the distance, he shrugged at the smirking Priscilla and said, “That’s some rotten personality you’ve got there, Princess.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “A calm butler who goes about his work with ease is nice and all, but his childish fluster is also appealing to me. If I wanted a normal butler, why would I go out of my way to pick an orphan off the street? I think Schult will prove a good antidote to the boredom that plagues me.”
human
Al:  “Poor kid… Winning your interest was a calamity.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “‘Calamity,’ my foot. He gets to talk with me and serve me in person. The men of this world would cry tears of blood and lash out in starved desperation for such good fortune. Not an orphan in this world is more blessed than he.” Legitimatizing the way she abused Schult, Priscilla spoke words that were laced with a demand that Al give her gratitude for the same kindness.