human
Emilia:  “I’m not really sure how my becoming king is connected to saving Roswaal.”
gpt
Emilia:  “I probably don’t understand Ram’s feelings yet. Not really.”
human
Emilia:  Silently, Emilia looked back at Ram, taking in a single breath. Bewilderment was vanishing from her swelling chest. Worry no longer remained in her mind. Never before had her soul burned this hot.
gpt
Emilia:  “This is the first time Ram’s asked me for anything, isn’t it?”
human
Emilia:  So it wasn’t necessary to be difficult about this. “All right, Ram. Now that you believe in me, I want to give something back.” It was probably because at that moment, what Emilia wanted to do and what Emilia needed to do were one and the same. No hesitation was necessary. Emilia simply smiled and nodded.
gpt
Emilia:  “This is probably something I have to start working on from here on out.” Boldly, she stated her wish to fulfill not only her own desires but someone else’s as well.
human
Ram:  “Ah,” replied Ram, opening her mouth a little as she bowed. Somehow, the tension seemed to ebb—and her worry, too, judging from her lips, which trembled in relief.
gpt
Emilia:  Seeing Ram’s expression relaxing, Emilia felt a slight sense of satisfaction. At the same time, she thought it was very in character to see Ram refuse to cry despite her teary eyes. And then, just as Emilia extended a hand to the kneeling Ram to help her back to her feet—
human
Roswaal:  "—I hope you do not mind my fiiiinally speaking my own words of congratulations?”
gpt
Emilia:  “—!” Feeling a tremble in the hand she touched, Emilia lifted her head toward the voice, which came from behind Ram—in the direction of the settlement. There, she saw a figure calmly standing on the grassy clearing. The voice was familiar. Their demeanor was aloof. More importantly, it came from the individual who was the veritable center of their conversation.
human
Emilia:  “—Roswaal.” And so with faint wariness in her chest, Emilia called out his name.
gpt
Roswaal:  “It seems you were in the middle of conversing, but it feels like the matter came to an end… You do not mind?” Addressed by his name, the person, who was none other than Roswaal L. Mathers, stepped forward toward them. He was clothed in his usual eccentric attire, and for the first time in a while, he showed off the white makeup he often wore on his face. This was the Roswaal who Emilia knew—a far cry from the injured, bedridden patient she had seen of late.
human
Emilia:  “—That is far enough.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “…Hmm.”
human
Emilia:  Emilia’s call brought Roswaal’s feet to a halt. It was not the hard emotions infused in her voice that forced him to a stop but the palm Emilia turned Roswaal’s way. Emilia had drawn Ram close with her right hand, turning her left toward him. Of course, this was no simple bluff, something the surging mana Roswaal detected made plain.
gpt
Roswaal:  “My, myyyy, is this not quite a harsh welcome?