human
Subaru:  “One last thing: No matter what happens, promise me you won’t cry.”
gpt
Beatrice:  “You’re clearly the biggest skeptic of us all!” Beatrice barked.
human
Subaru:  On Emilia’s cue, Subaru readied the lyulyre. Then, with a gentle strum, he played the soft first movement of the Love Ballad of the Sword Devil. To be honest, compared to Liliana, his skills left much to be desired—
gpt
Subaru:  “But when Emilia-tan gives her all, how pathetic would I be if I played it safe?”
human
Subaru:  Besides, if Emilia were to embarrass herself, Subaru could share some of her shame if he played poorly. Even before she began singing, his mind was swimming with ideas of how to cover for her—that was the sheer impact her tone-deafness had. As such, his expectations for her culminating performance were low—
gpt
Emilia:  “La…la…lalala.”
human
Subaru:  Once she got past the prelude, a bell-like tone spilled from Emilia’s lips. The moment Subaru heard her, he gasped. Puck and Beatrice’s eyes shot open behind him.
gpt
Subaru:  Because her sound, flow, and pitch were perfect. Closing her eyes and swaying her shoulders back and forth, she let the music take over, Emilia channeled all her feelings into her singing. She stayed on the beat as practiced, matched the pitch as told, and sang the song as taught. And from the ashes—a voice as clear as the chiming of silver bells was born. A voice so angelic and so bewitching that it would enthrall anyone who heard it. Emilia had said she never took singing lessons. She didn’t know the first thing about proper singing technique. It would not be hyperbole to say that her singing before was torture to listen to. But Emilia, devoted and pure at her core, had thrown herself into her practice to overcome her shortcomings. And she had absorbed the lessons like a sponge soaked up water—
human
Subaru:  “Hmm!” Subaru frantically shook himself out of his rapturous daze and focused on his strumming. Emilia’s singing was so bewitching that Subaru’s lyulyre had started lagging and falling out of sync. He played as hard as he could, desperate to not fall behind any further.
gpt
Emilia:  “—Thank you very much.”
human
Subaru:  In time, the trance-like performance came to an end. With Emilia’s bow, Subaru snapped back to his senses. When her song finished, Emilia lifted her face and timidly checked her audience’s reaction. She was unaware how bad she sounded before, so naturally, she also had no idea how her singing sounded now.
gpt
Emilia:  “W-was I still terrible? That makes sense. If tone-deafness could be cured so easily, it wouldn’t be such a big deal…”
human
Subaru:  She was so oblivious that she immediately misinterpreted their shocked silence. Subaru had to shake his head to dispel his awe before running up to Emilia and saying, “Nononono! Emilia-tan—that was awesome! Where did that death rattle from earlier run off to? !”
gpt
Emilia:  “Death rattle—what are you talking about?"