human
Beatrice:  Beatrice wondered when the youth, once too lanky and stubble covering his face, had become an adult? He bore a staff and looked like he had trouble walking—he had suffered unhealed wounds during the battle with that devil, putting Roswaal’s body into a state that made even day-to-day life arduous. In spite of this, ever since he had become able to walk again, he had terribly abused that inconvenient body, whittling his life away as he remained turned toward the bookshelves.
gpt
Roswaal:  "Hellooo, Beatrice. I shall intruuude upon you today once more."
human
Beatrice:  “…Do as you please.” By rights, the archive of forbidden books was a place she shouldn’t have allowed anyone into. Echidna’s request was for That Person to eventually come and inherit her knowledge. It wasn’t an open library that just anyone could peruse until That Person came. Everyone else belonged in the Sanctuary. But even so, Roswaal, and only Roswaal, was the exception. He alone was special, the only other one to whom, like Beatrice, Echidna had entrusted a vital mission. And to Beatrice, he was the only reminder that the days she treasured existed without a doubt. Yes, to Beatrice, only he— “” He had come to the archive again. Roswaal threw himself into the sea of Echidna’s knowledge with wild abandon, seemingly gambling his life on finding something within—Beatrice did not know if he ever did. But several years later, Roswaal A. Mathers—the last person she had known from those days—lost his life just on the verge of entering his thirties, and administration of the mansion was passed on to the next generation.