human
Schult:  “…Sir Al!”
gpt
Al:  Just as Al reached the grand staircase in the front hall, which connected the first two floors of the house, he heard a voice calling him from below. He looked and saw a crowd of servants gathered in the front hall, with Schult standing in front of the door.
human
Priscilla:  "My, you sure caused a ruckus in my absence." With her hand on her hip and the knight by her side, she appeared needlessly pompous. She gazed up at Al on the stairs, gave a pouting snort.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Al, stop staring down at me like that, you disrespectful oaf. Come down at once and explain what happened during my absence."
human
Al:  “Uhh…copy that. I’ll come down when I feel like it.”
gpt
Priscilla:  "That sounds like a man who has no intention of coming down." Priscilla winked one eye, forgiving Al for his little joke at the top of the grand staircase.
human
Gilian:  “Now wait just a minute, Lady Priscilla! Hasn’t that man in the helmet done something to Baron Lyp?” Gilian pointed.
gpt
Priscilla:  “Mmm? Well, would you look at that? That’s the old geezer Al’s dragging. What happened, then? Did that geezer finally despair over his own stupidity and hang himself?”
human
Al:  Al smirked at her behavior as he hoisted Lyp up. "Nope, not dead. Well, his body is not dead, if we’re gonna be technical about it. But his soul seems to have died suddenly.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Sudden death?” Priscilla asked in acceptance, completely devoid of emotion.
human
Priscilla:  "Well, he is at that age. That sort of thing happens to the elderly."
gpt
Gilian:  “Do you honestly expect me to let those dumb excuses slide? !” He took a step in front of Priscilla, drew the sword from his belt, and thrust it toward Al, who was still on the stairs.
human
Gilian:  “You monster… I overlooked your grotesque appearance because I heard you were Lady Priscilla’s servant. But it appears you were a fool I should not have allowed to walk free. What you did to Baron Lyp is heinous.”
gpt
Al:  “Again, dude’s not dead.”
human
Gilian:  “However! Those poisoned fangs of yours shall never bare themselves at Lady Priscilla. From this day forth, I shall take on the task of being her protector!” As Gilian huffed and puffed, he further solidified his image as a champion of justice.
gpt
Al:  Meanwhile, Al on the staircase looked like a villain (in part because he was holding a living corpse in his arms). Every servant in the hall held their breath and waited to see how things would play out. Having said that, the only one of them who was truly worried for Al was Schult. All the other servants were Lyp’s pawns.