human
Priscilla:  When he hears that you’re demanding to speak with him about your freedom, the emperor will act quickly to destroy his enemies. I expect it will involve the Nine Divine Generals, who serve His Excellency directly.
gpt
Action/Narration:  That name, the Nine Divine Generals, sent a shiver through all the ruffians and Jorah as well. They were Volakia’s nine strongest warriors who served directly under the emperor. The sword slaves on this island had some justifiable confidence in their abilities after surviving so many fights, but the Nine were on a different level. In this world, some were blessed with specific talents, natural abilities; and some were not. The gulf in power between the two was despair-inducing—and the Nine Divine Generals demonstrated this. It was not a title one could gain by virtue of status or pedigree, but only through the glory of triumphant violence. A lively confusion broke out among the sword slaves when they were told that the Nine might be coming for them.
human
Gajeet:  “This is no laughing matter, Ubirk! Is that true, what she said?! We didn’t hear anything about this!” The man who had led Priscilla here laid into the pretty boy.
gpt
Ubirk:  “Please, please calm down, Gajeet. Just imagine how frightened I would be if the likes of them showed up! I hardly know how to hold a sword!”
human
Gajeet:  “This is no time for games, you little…” The man called Gajeet, the one with the saber, grabbed the pretty boy—Ubirk—by the collar.
gpt
Ubirk:  “It’s obvious what the high countess wants. She’s hoping to rattle us, just like this, so that we’ll fold and surrender to her. But I… No, no, we won’t be taken in by her little plan. Persistence and even greed are our bread and butter. Am I wrong?” Ubirk continued trying to calm him down.
human
Action/Narration:  At that, the other man clicked his tongue—“Pfah!”—and released his grip on Ubirk. The other sword slaves likewise looked pained but no longer angry. Priscilla found the entire thing idiotic, to put it in a word, but she knew they could hardly stop now. They had already done the deed. They couldn’t surrender at this point, apologizing and saying that their assumptions had been wrong. It was impossible. They were already beyond the point of no return. That was why they couldn’t back down.
gpt
Jorah:  “Pri—Serena, what is he planning?” Jorah whispered.
human
Priscilla:  “Huh. So my husband has actually found use for his head besides quaking in fear. Color me surprised.”
gpt
Jorah:  “Pl-please don’t mock me, this is an important matter.” Jorah’s voice shook, but he took a breath and said, “I agree with you about the emperor’s judgment. We can’t expect him to recognize Ginonhive’s independence. We can’t expect help.”
human
Action/Narration:  As she listened to her husband quietly poke holes in the sword slaves’ plan, Priscilla narrowed her crimson eyes, encouraging him with her silence to continue. "I am a count of this empire myself, even if not much of one. I know how this nation operates.