human
Emilia:  The pale light danced violently, covering Earlham Village, crimson from blood and flame, with its twinkle. The frigid air spawned fine fragments of ice, reflecting the light to create a fantastic sight—a phenomenon known as diamond dust, robbed of its beauty by the reality of the tragedy beneath it.
gpt
Emilia:  "Enough—I will tolerate no more violence from you." The beautiful voice cut through that surreal scene like light through a clear piece of glass. The battlefield was dominated by that voice, clear as a bell, and everyone’s eyes were stolen by the girl who appeared upon it. Her long, silver hair flapped in a warm wind. Her violet eyes were imbued with a powerful will. Her beauty was so great that none who witnessed it could ever forget. Her outward appearance was enough to draw the eyes of others several times over. However, in that instant, her appearance was not why she had stolen the gazes of all present. Everyone’s eyes had been stolen for no reason beyond the overwhelming awe of her presence.
human
Emilia:  "…" The sound of steel against steel, the cries of anger and sadness, and even the flames burning homes fell into silence, seemingly holding their breath. In such a world, the silver-haired girl—Emilia—quietly gazed at her foe.
gpt
Subaru:  "Emilia…" Subaru put her name on his lips, all of his complicated feelings enveloped him. Of course it had come to this. There was a battle raging on the mansion’s doorstep. Villagers were evacuating to the mansion one after another. Someone was fighting to protect her. There was no way she would stay quietly shut in.
human
Emilia:  Emilia’s eyes contained sorrow—and enmity toward the Witch Cult that had created the field of battle. "Step back, villain. I won’t…let you do such terrible things."
gpt
Sloth:  "Ahh, how can this be…?" Identifying the madman standing in the square as her enemy, Emilia pricked him with a stern tone of voice. However, the madman was hardly thrown off by that voice; his blood-smeared face registered surprise before beaming with delight. Sloth twisted his body, stretched both hands toward Emilia, and continued to smile as he shouted. "Ahh, ahhh! What a fortuitous, wonderful day! Such marvelous fate! To think such a wondrous opportunity would come to fruition! Truly, the living image! Never, amid these repeated trials, did I believe I would have the chance to come across a vessel of such magnitude…!"
human
Emilia:  “…What are you saying?” So deeply moved was the fifth Sloth that he wept, a flood of tears pouring out of him. Seeing the madman’s out-of-place tears, Emilia raised her eyebrows, bewilderment plain on her face.
gpt
Sloth:  "Ohh, ohh, O Witch…the beacon of love that guides me…!" The madman stumbled forward, narrowing the range between himself and Emilia.
human
Emilia:  With the distance counting down to ruin, Emilia turned a palm toward him. "Don’t move!"