human
Priscilla:  "Soldiers lining the corridor, huge doors…" The sight of the closed doors overwhelmed him with its grandeur. She felt himself standing straighter just from being in its presence, his discomfort reaching a fever pitch as she led the party onward.
gpt
Knight:  A fully armored soldier in front of the door took a step forward, saluting her with his sword. He removed his great helm and looked over Priscilla and the others with an intellectual air. "We have been expecting you, Lady Priscilla." The man was around forty years old, give or take, with an expression that was not so much tough as stern. His face was as austere as an image carved into a boulder, giving off the air of a man who’d seen plenty of combat.
human
Priscilla:  She replied to his salute with a haughty nod and turned her head slightly toward Subaru and Al. "They are with me. One is my knight, and the other…my abble boy."
gpt
Subaru:  "Hey…!" He immediately started to refute Priscilla, but stopped very quickly when he realized that such a thing was impermissible in that place.
human
Knight:  His face didn’t even twitch. "—Abble boy, is it?"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Yes, abble boy. He is a type of clown, bearing the exalted duty of providing me with red, bittersweet abbles. He is harmless. Surely you do not mind?"
human
Knight:  Without replying to the imperious Priscilla, the knight appraised Subaru and Al as his blue eyes faintly twinkled. "I cannot detect any dangerous magic. That sword is the only one you carry, sir knight?"
gpt
Al:  "………Oh, by ‘knight’ you mean me. Yes, yes, that’s right. If I see any dark-haired, mustache-twirling villains around, I’ll chop ’em in half with one hand."
human
Knight:  "Should an incident occur, please concentrate on protecting your master, Lady Priscilla, and leave the rest to us guards."
gpt
Al:  With his casual banter brushed off, Al halfheartedly replied, "Sure thing."
human
Knight:  The man dipped his head and shifted his gaze toward the huge doors, which slowly began to open. "Everyone is already waiting inside, so with all haste…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "I am superior, so it is fitting that the masses wait for me. The reverse is impermissible, however." Entirely self-absorbed, Priscilla stepped through the door, all eyes still on her.