human
Al:  Even if Gilian did manage to push through, their future prospects were quite grim. And the conditions for Al’s trump card had not been met yet. What should I do now? he mused to himself.
gpt
Gilian:  "It would seem you’ve accepted you are at a disadvantage. Then die honorably by my sword. I don’t know what sort of nefarious scheme you’ve concocted, but I shall ensure Lady Priscilla’s safety from now on. I shall give her days of constant peace and make her a happy bride!" Energized, Gilian took a step forward, aiming to kill Al in one fell swoop. But just before his first foot could kick off the ground running—
human
Priscilla:  "Days of constant peace—how boring." Priscilla yawned. Then she stabbed Gilian in the back with her crimson sword.
gpt
Gilian:  "Wha…? Ah? !" Gilian fell onto the stairs with a shocked cry, a gaping wound in his back.
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla kicked him onto his back and thrust the tip of her blade at the horrified man’s handsome nose. "I was looking forward to see what kind of line you’d use to try to seduce me, but now I see you’re a boring man both on dragon-back and in a duel. And the final nail in the coffin—you wish to gift me days of constant peace? You are lord of the plebs."
gpt
Gilian:  "What…are you…?"
human
Priscilla:  "What value is there in a tomorrow just like today? Constant anything is boring. Show me something novel and new. And if you can’t do that, then you can go ahead and die, rot, become fertilizer, and then become a tree so I won’t have to look at you anymore, damn fool." Priscilla rained merciless insults down upon the man who had been intent on courting her favor.
gpt
Gilian:  "Whoa…" Gilian’s body suddenly burst into flame on the stairs. The flames, igniting from the wound in his back, shrouded the handsome man—Gilian Endymion—in an inferno from which he could not escape. His throat set ablaze, Gilian could not even cry out in anguish as he burned away.
human
Al:  "Princess…don’t ya think maybe we should put him out before the house catches fire?"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Nonsense. Those flames were born from my Sunlight Blade. It burns only what I tell it to."
human
Al:  Al could only sigh tiredly at her usual exceptionalism. "Well, I guess only an idiot would be surprised by your sleight of hand by now, Princess. But anyway, what’re we gonna do about all this mess, burning man included?"
gpt
Priscilla:  "I dislike the stench of burning flesh, no matter how many times I smell it."