human
Fortuna:  This dangerous being, like a badly raised child who was liable to bite anyone depending on his mood, had been granted power on par with a dragon—that was how Fortuna appraised the vile man before her.
gpt
Regulus:  “If you don’t like me taking one limb off, I’ll take all four! I’ll make you regret making a fool out of me…out of Greed! !”
human
Pandora:  “—Please wait, Archbishop Corneas.”
gpt
Regulus:  “Aah?” Just when Regulus was about to resume his attacks, the platinum-haired beauty urged him to wait. Still squatting, Regulus looked back at Pandora. His eyes were still thickly colored with anger, and it seemed even his ally, Pandora, was in danger of winding up on the receiving end. With that dangerous look still in his eyes, Regulus spoke to Pandora, his lips trembling. “…What is it, Lady Pandora? Right now, I am in the middle of punishing the louts infringing upon my rights. What do you want from me? Whatever you intend, watch your words and answer me right now…!”
human
Pandora:  “Please restrain your anger, Archbishop Corneas. I will not permit you to kill him, or her, in this place. Do you not feel anything when you gaze upon them?”
gpt
Fortuna:  Pandora’s words were unexpected to Fortuna and Geuse alike. It was unthinkable that she, an enemy to both of them, would plead with Regulus to spare their lives.
human
Regulus:  Then he looked at Fortuna and Geuse, finally turning back to Pandora. “Did you just…order me to restrain my anger?” His tone was quiet, sounding emotionless to the ear. However, that calm crumbled a moment later. “—You’ve got some nerve butting in where you’re not wanted, woman!! !” In that situation, where everyone was trying to have their own way, Regulus’s short temper hit its limit and exploded in the worst way possible. Though they had been both on the same side, though he had paid respect to his superior, Regulus hurled sand toward Pandora without hesitation, seemingly having forgotten their relationship entirely. The might of the earthen shrapnel was immense. The dirt he scattered ravaged any part of the forest that was in its line of fire with overwhelming force, bearing down upon the beautiful girl—and this girl, a goddess of beauty, a living masterpiece, was cruelly transformed into a cloud of blood.
gpt
Fortuna:  “—You’re kidding me.” Defenseless and showered by the soil, Pandora was flayed apart, leaving Fortuna agape. It was a natural reaction. Her reviled opponent had died a dog’s death at the hands of a former comrade. Her supernatural nature was rendered meaningless, the girl’s dead flesh fated to be eaten amid a ravaged forest.
human
Regulus:  “This is what happens when someone gives me lip. Why can’t people just treat me with the consideration anyone else is due? Don’t get in my way. Don’t interrupt when I’m talking. Don’t object to what I do. Is that so hard to ask?