gpt
Carol:  Grimm told Carol what was going on; she understood the gravity of the situation and couldn’t decide what to do, torn between telling Theresia and not telling her. Carol didn’t think much would come of letting Theresia know. But if she kept from her master the fact that the person she cared about had gone off to a hopeless battle, was that not itself a great betrayal? Carol went back and forth, agonized over the choice, but in the end she told Theresia everything. It was to be the moment when the current Sword Saint truly awakened.
human
Carol:  “Lady Theresia…!”
gpt
Carol:  Everything in the Trias lands seemed to be on fire. Amid everything, the sight of Theresia wielding her sword was terrible and beautiful. The flashes of her blade, the movement of her feet as she dodged the enemy’s blows. All of it was like a dance that spoke to the absolute achievement of her technique. As a fellow swordswoman, Carol could only watch this display in astonishment and admiration. But as Theresia’s servant, Carol Remendes, she felt sadness and pain. Theresia stood guarding the blood-soaked Wilhelm, holding off the waves of demi-humans who attacked them. For the first time in her life, Theresia had overcome her reluctance, and on the other side of that hesitation was a sword technique like a tempest. Carol understood how she had banished that hesitation, as well as what the result would be. There were no tears on Theresia’s cheeks as she brought her sword to bear, yet it was clear that she was crying. Here, in front of the man she loved, she gave in to the destiny she had so long resisted, the fate that had cost her a member of her family.
human
Carol:  “Lady Theresia…”
gpt
Carol:  In the end, Carol had done nothing but make Theresia cry. Nothing had changed since that first time. Keenly aware that Theresia and Wilhelm were parting ways, Carol was wracked with the sense of her own guilt.