human
Al:  “My mistake, I guess.” Accepting Priscilla’s retort without complaint, the man in the helmet—Al—scratched his head with his beefy right hand through his helmet. He gave his surroundings an interested once-over, but his emotion and facial expression were not to be seen.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla had no reaction to his attitude as she strutted on her way without hesitation.
human
Villagers:  “Oh! It’s Princess Priscilla!”
gpt
Villagers:  “Our Princess!”
human
Villagers:  “All hail the Sun Princess!” It only took one person to notice her and cry out to bring everyone running out of their houses as the villagers, their faces filled with bright smiles, took their turns singing Priscilla’s praises.
gpt
Priscilla:  “Mm. Quite good. You may praise me as much as you like, foolish plebs. As long as you bow before my glory, you shall receive my mercy. I am not so heartless. Keep up the effort and never falter.” Priscilla spoke not to anyone in particular, but to everyone who was crying out to her in praise as her voice had the power to carry everywhere.
human
Al:  Al was a bit taken aback by the arrogance of what she was saying.
gpt
Villagers:  “Understood, my lady!”
human
Villagers:  “Anything for you, Princess!”
gpt
Villagers:  “All hail the Sun Princess!” Not only were the villagers not offended, but her arrogant performance also actually seemed to be received quite well. The disconnect between his mistress’s impression and the way the peasants responded to it made Al cock his head in constant confusion.