gpt
Narrator:  And then—
human
Geuse:  "This is quite worrisome… She has strayed from the promised hour.”
gpt
Emilia:  “—Ah!” Just when she was coming out of the thicket, she happened upon a black back standing in the forest. Letting out a voice of surprise, Emilia hurriedly covered her mouth and hid in the thicket. But it was too late.
human
Geuse:  “Oh my? To whom does this adorable rump belong to?” A familiar voice addressed Emilia as she hid in the thicket with her butt in plain sight. The voice made Emilia twitch and tremble. He did not know her, but she knew him, the accursed villain.
gpt
Emilia:  “I—I request gentle treatment as your prisoner…” Resigning herself that there was no fooling him, Emilia spoke words of surrender that she barely understood.
human
Geuse:  As she raised a white flag, a smile came over the man—over Geuse. “My, my, a rather adorable young lady has come to vi… Eh?” The child’s adorable resistance put a relaxed expression on him, but in the next instant, that expression froze over. Cutting off his words in shock, his tranquil face stiffened and went rigid.
gpt
Emilia:  Seeing Geuse’s eyes wide-open startled Emilia, too; the pair faced off as a wave of complex emotions sloshed between them.
human
Geuse:  “Y-young lady… No, you could not be…” Geuse’s voice trembled as he shook his head, seemingly in disbelief at what he was seeing.
gpt
Emilia:  Looking up nervously, Emilia felt concern plucking at her tiny chest. The man she saw was frail and forlorn, like a child who’d lost his way but been found by a parent, like a traveler always walking in darkness who had found the light, with an expression that was a mixture of fear and expectation. —Someone had to speak to him.