human
Felt:  The door to the reception room forcefully slid open, and everyone’s gazes assembled on the girl boldly crossing the threshold. The girl had bright, glimmering, dazzling blond hair and big, round red eyes. What looked like little fangs peeked out from under the lips of her confident, smiling face, which gave off a mischievous charisma. She was still a small girl with a delicate physique, but her femininity seemed to have faintly increased. However, as typical, her clothing style was straight out of the slums, and the always-energetic Felt burst onto the scene with her core remaining wholly unchanged. When she surveyed the faces of those assembled, she seemed very relaxed as she closed one eye. “Even though it’s been a year, it’s surprising how little you’ve all changed. Well, I suppose the same goes for me.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “—Lady Felt, if I may?” Felt sighed, as if her expectations had been dashed, then immediately broke into a smile. The change in her expression was bewildering, but then Reinhard gently stood at her side. Reinhard knit his refined eyebrows as he gazed at Felt, his own liege. “A proper set of attire for going out in public was provided to you. What happened to it?”
human
Felt:  “Ha! Who’d go along with your taste in outfits? Sightseeing was just the most convenient way to find a change of clothes. Understand my personality already, Reinhard dear.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “Truly, you are so…” Unbelievable, Reinhard broadcast from the way he covered his face. Felt straddled the threshold of the room, looking positively delighted at having pulled a fast one on the man who was the nation’s hero and its strongest warrior. Then when she turned her head toward those assembled in the reception room again, her confident expression softly vanished. “I am truly grateful that you have invited me here today. Let us have some productive discourse as fellow royal-selection candidates—okay, formalities over! Deal me in, ’kay?”
human
Felt:  After offering a glimpse of conduct so refined as to be enchanting, Felt swiftly reverted to being a mischievous rascal. The way her uninhibited personality stomped all over decorum left Subaru, at least, feeling good on the inside. The girl’s energy had only grown over the past year. “I have to say, what a weird city, and this is a weird building. All the novelties everywhere wore me right out.” As she spoke, Felt happened to sit cross-legged on the square cushion Reinhard had been using. Reinhard drew a separate cushion over for himself, putting her between the awkward grandfather-grandson pair.