human
Emilia:  "I won’t warn you again.” Emilia kept her palm thrust out, making the statement as the madman stepped closer.
gpt
Emilia:  However, her call for him to halt never reached the madman’s ears. He took one step, then another, narrowing the distance— “This time! Or the next! Someday, someday, I shall…!”
human
Emilia:  “I told you, don’t move.” As she had said, this time was not another warning. She coldly switched from an ultimatum to an implementation of force. The light wildly dancing in the sky cracked open, and a surge of mana froze water droplets in the atmosphere. This created a total of four sharp, icy spears—and these, she launched in an instant.
gpt
Sloth:  “—” The chill of overwhelming death was merciless. A single blow would sever the thread of life without fail; a being impaled with a solid blow would have his flesh dyed white, frozen down to the soul to become an icy statue. However— “No hesitation, no pity, no mercy… Truly, truly, truly a diligent decision!”
human
Emilia:  “…Aren’t they your allies?” The sight made Emilia uncomprehendingly furrow her brow.
gpt
Sloth:  Responding to her doubts, the madman tilted his head at a ninety-degree angle, stretching an evil hand to a frozen subordinate, shattering him. “They are disciples! Furthermore, my fingers! However, before you, before the vessel, these things bear no meaning! It is the same even for ME! Right now, now, nownownownownownownownow! My will, my reason for existence! All of it, unto you!”
human
Emilia:  “—”
gpt
Sloth:  “Unto you, unto you, unto you… However, that is not where it must end.” To Emilia, aghast at his madness, the madman opened his eyes wide and raised a bloody finger. He trained the crushed fingertip on Emilia—or, more precisely, Emilia’s left shoulder. Atop her slender shoulder, a little cat spirit was nestled against her silver hair. It was to this being that Sloth turned his hated. “Spirit, spirit, spiriiit! Diminutive in stature, knowing neither love nor righteousness! Unaware of just how grave a crime it is to cuddle up to the vessel! Ignorant, in other words, sinful! What blasphemy! !” Sloth vented excessive rage and hatred toward Puck.
human
Puck:  However, when the madman addressed him with a torrent of enmity, Puck trained cruel eyes upon him.
gpt
Puck:  “Unfortunately, being with her is the reason for my existence. I do not need anyone’s permission, nor do I intend to seek it—besides, you’re the unpleasant one here.”
human
Narrator:  Both were set in their ways, making the hatred they turned toward each other all the clearer. The madman had rebuked Puck with fierce emotion; Puck responded to the madman’s disgust with scorn.