human
Fourier:  “Who said you could do such a thing?” Fourier called out from beside Ferris, who had been cowed into silence.
gpt
Crusch:  “Your Highness…” she said, her tone more subdued than before. “Please, forgive me. I must do this in order to be who I am. I swear I will make up for being so rude to all my guests. But I am a member of the ducal family. You must let me go.”
human
Fourier:  “Don’t try to rush the discussion. It isn’t a question of going or not going at the moment. First and foremost—I don’t have the slightest idea what’s going on! Isn’t Meckart in bed with a fever? That’s what I heard. Although, looking at Ferris, I don’t suppose it’s true.” He glanced at the cat-boy, whose shoulders were trembling, out of the corner of his eye. “Well, regardless.” He shook his head. “I don’t know exactly what Ferris and Meckart are planning, but it is you I have trouble forgiving, Crusch. What has led you so astray?”
gpt
Crusch:  “Astray, Your Highness…?”
human
Fourier:  “If you truly have pride in the blood of the servant of the Lion King that flows through you, it is your duty not to make a waste of today’s festivities. It isn’t yours to decide which is more important, the battlefield or the birthday party. Nor is it you who will ultimately determine your reputation—I won’t let you forget your vow to see this through.”
gpt
Crusch:  “—” Crusch’s face tensed slightly at Fourier’s stern words.
human
Ferris:  Ferris, looking on, didn’t fully understand whatever it was that most seemed to strike home with her. A most important thing seemed to have been communicated privately between Fourier and Crusch alone.
gpt
Crusch:  “Forget…? No, it is as Your Highness says. But I… I must…”
human
Ferris:  “Lady Crusch…” Ferris knew all too well the pain, the wave of emotion that swelled in Crusch’s heart and threatened to swallow her. Her pride as a member of the ducal household now warred with the layers of her identity that she had built up. Both were indispensable parts of her; without either one of them, Crusch could not be Crusch.
gpt
Crusch:  “Your Highness, are you telling me to stay here, put a fake smile on my face, and…?”
human
Fourier:  “—? No, I’m saying no such thing. I think you’re still misunderstanding something.”
gpt
Crusch:  "What?" Fourier’s perplexed expression evoked sounds of surprise from both Crusch and Ferris. Fourier’s eyes sparkled at the unusual reaction of both attendant and mistress, and then he gave one of his toothy smiles. “Listen. What I am trying to say is not that you must protect your position as a member of the duke’s family. It is that you must protect who and what you are as Crusch Karsten, the duke’s daughter.”
human
Crusch:  “What do you mean by that, Your Highness?”
gpt
Fourier:  “You wish to support your father, and you must go through with this birthday celebration. Both duties are equally demanded of Crusch Karsten, the duke’s daughter."