human
Julius:  “Yes, that’s true enough. I would be lying if I claimed otherwise. To elaborate on what my friend is feeling, I wouldn’t wish to think this is what passes for a greeting in the empire.”
gpt
Balleroy:  “A greeting? Not exactly, but you’re not that far off either… Anyhow, I don’t blame you for being appalled. Maybe it was all a bit too exciting for foreigners.”
human
Ferris:  “It’s not an issue of how exciting it was…,” Ferris muttered into the middle of the conversation.
gpt
Julius:  “I believe here in Volakia, you would be a general, would you not?”
human
Balleroy:  “Ah, you’re well-informed. Yes, a common foot soldier is promoted to a private first-class. Above that, you achieve the rank of general third-class, then general second-class, and finally, general first-class—that’s the custom. When you reach the rank of general, you finally get free of that suffocating armor.”
gpt
Julius:  “I’m told those in the first class represent the finest the empire has to offer, and that there are nine of them in total—the so-called Nine Divine Generals.”
human
Balleroy:  “Seems it’s not worth pretending, so I’ll confess—I am one of those nine. Balleroy Temeglyph, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
gpt
Bordeaux:  “…So our minder comes straight from the Nine Generals. The empire sure knows how to be hospitable.”
human
Balleroy:  “Goodness gracious. Not much to be said if you put it that way. Balleroy, unperturbed, tapped his own forehead.