human
Garfiel:  The sharpness of the glint in Garfiel’s eyes increased as he paid conscious attention to the young man’s each and every word and action. In the earlier battle, all his gestures had been a trap. He could not lower his guard, not relenting for even one moment, one second.
gpt
Otto:  "Finally…you are looking at me, Garfiel." Seeing right through his hostility-filled eyes, the young man laughed.
human
Garfiel:  Shudder went Garfiel, feeling a chill run up his spine. Why was this man laughing?
gpt
Otto:  "Third-rate, thief, all that is fine. People like me do not even enter the vision of people like you. You are prejudiced toward opponents such as Mr. Natsuki and I. That is why you never paid me any heed." He had no objection to the rambling words the young man spoke. It was all fact. Garfiel had never considered the young man someone he should pay the slightest heed to, let alone be wary of him as a potential foe. And look where it got him. He’d been led by the nose, extensively toyed with, and reduced to his current state. That was why, that moment, he was being so wary, absolutely not turning his eyes away for a single instant—
human
Otto:  "A merchant reads his chances for victory, acting several moves ahead. I am no exception."
gpt
Garfiel:  "Huh…?"
human
Otto:  "Last night, it was Mr. Natsuki who spoke with Miss Shima over tea. I do not know what occurred in the immediate aftermath, nor does Mr. Natsuki know of my actions, I am sure." Shaking his head side to side, Otto backed up bit by bit. Seeing this, Garfiel realized he had once again been slow to decide due to indignation at what he was being told.
gpt
Garfiel:  He needed to ignore the words. The man before him was his enemy. Whatever the scheme, he simply needed to make his enemy submit. "I’ll deal with ya here and now. And next…"
human
Otto:  "Yes. That."
gpt
Garfiel:  One instant, he made that assertion, stepping forward in pursuit of the young man—the next, he was assaulted by a floating feeling. His right foot plunged through the ground he’d stepped on, causing him to lose his balance. Instantly, he stretched a hand to a nearby tree. Tree trunk and all, Garfiel was swallowed up by a frighteningly large cave-in.
human
Garfiel:  "Uooaaaa—? !" He made an anguished cry as the blow of the fall came immediately. He fixed his posture, glaring immediately upward. The depth of the hole was several yards; going back was trivial. But in that case, why had he made a hole like that? —What was this hole, at a size and depth completely beyond human strength to dig, doing here? As he had the thought, he squinted at the hole. It was then that Garfiel realized that something was off: not with the top, nor the bottom, but with the earthen walls. They contained countless points of light; these were countless winged insects enshrouded by phosphorescent light—
gpt
Otto:  "Since long ago, I have had few human friends.