human
Al:  "I ain’t got any schooling. So turn a blind eye to my bad manners, okay? You can tell, can’t you?" Al roughly crossed his legs on a chair, acting even less refined than before.
gpt
Schult:  Adamantly shook his head and said, "Like you, Sir Al, I am myself uneducated. I am not grand enough to be griping about the way you carry yourself."
human
Al:  "Honesty is a virtue and a special privilege of children, as they say. I thought I looked the part by now, but I’ve gotta do somethin’ about what’s inside, too. So, Schult, you’re technically my senior. How long’ve you been working here?"
gpt
Schult:  "About three long months have passed now since Princess Priscilla rescued me." Schult didn’t flinch at the sarcastic way Al called him his senior.
human
Al:  "I’m not sure if winning the princess’s favor was a blessing or a curse."
gpt
Schult:  "Oh, I am truly grateful that Princess Priscilla rescued me. If I had stayed in that village, I would most certainly be in the embrace of the earth by now."
human
Al:  "Ooh, blind faith. How cute. Meanwhile, I’m over here like, racking my brain trying to figure out what’s on her mind and what kind of person she really is."
gpt
Al:  "A witch. Definitely a witch…" As soon as he said the word out loud, the banality of his own voice made him laugh.
human
Al:  "Sir Al…"
gpt
Schult:  Schult’s worried voice snapped Al out of his thoughts. The way he hugged the silver serving platter to his chest was so feminine, it was almost perverse. "Princess Priscilla chose you as her knight…didn’t she? So…you will protect her. And you are her ally… It’s okay for me to trust you, right?" Schult’s eyes latched onto him, desperately searching for an answer.
human
Al:  Behind his helmet, Al closed his eyes.