human
Pale-haired girl:  Behind him, the pale-haired girl poked her head out the window of the dragon-drawn carriage.
gpt
Pale-haired girl:  “But I have to say, Grandpa Wil, I didn’t expect you to speak to that boy while you waited. You don’t like talking to people, do you?”
human
Wilhelm:  “That is a most grave misunderstanding.”
gpt
Pale-haired girl:  “Oh, is it now? Sowwy.—It’s just that you like slicing people more than talking to them, right?”
human
Wilhelm:  “…That is an even worse misunderstanding.”
gpt
Pale-haired girl:  She had only been teasing, but Wilhelm offered no elaboration. The girl pressed her lips together in a pout, displeased with the stony reaction to her provocations. "You’re no fun. What, it was more fun listening to that boy than your dear Ferris? He didn’t seem that special, but you like him that much, meow? You think he’s actually so strong he’s hiding his abilities?”
human
Wilhelm:  “Not so. He is an amateur—a cub without a mane. Nor does he have any talent worthy of mentioning. I am certain he is very ordinary.”
gpt
Pale-haired girl:  “So why then, Grandpa Wil? You said you hated riffraff meowst of all.” Everything the girl said painted him in the worst possible light.
human
Wilhelm:  In response, Wilhelm calmly raised a hand and pointed at his face. “It’s his eyes.”
gpt
Pale-haired girl:  “—Eyes?” The girl lowered her head as she inquired.
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm simply raised his gaze, thinking back. “The lad’s eyes interested me ever so slightly. They said he has crossed the boundary of death. Many come close to the line, stop, and draw back, but…” Wilhelm lowered his lids in thought as his words trailed off. “Those are the eyes of one who has crossed once, no…several times, and returned. I know of no such being. You might say I was compelled by curiosity.”
gpt
Pale-haired girl:  But the girl blithely dismissed Wilhelm’s expression of wonder. “Meow, that doesn’t make much sense…” This time, Wilhelm answered with a strained smile. The girl continued, adding, “But if that’s true, Grandpa Wil, that boy’s won’t find an easy path to follow.” The girl narrowed her eyes as she tossed her glossy gaze toward the broad back sitting against the box seat. “Having the Sword Devil, Wilhelm van Astrea, interested in you is as unfortunate as the Witch having a thing for you.”