human
Oscar:  “It’s the perfect opportunity for Oscar to do some important things.”
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar was taken aback by his father’s rather sudden decree. It was true that kings in Farsas took the throne unusually quickly compared with other countries, though. This was because the king of Farsas wielded Akashia, meaning he had to be a capable swordsman. In accordance with that tradition, it would not have been strange if Oscar had been crowned as soon as he’d come to possess the mighty weapon. His father had just been occupying the throne since that day.
human
Oscar:  Oscar snapped out of his shock, and a smile broke across his graceful features. “I can’t believe you… All right, I accept the throne with the utmost gratitude.”
gpt
King:  The king nodded, a dark smile on his lips. It very much resembled his son’s. He seized upon the opportunity to give Oscar another warning. “You must always be aware that your decisions affect the entire country.”
human
Oscar:  “I will take that to heart,” Oscar declared, silently wondering what Tinasha would think of him saying such a thing. He tried to imagine it, but the Tinasha in his mind had her back turned to him. “I’m a witch, and you possess Akashia; you really might have to kill me someday.” At the time, the witch had said that in partial jest, but it was the truth. Oscar was the owner of the only sword in the world capable of killing the Witch of the Azure Moon—his protector. Maybe Tinasha had so enjoyed her time together with Oscar because she’d known all along that it was ephemeral. What role did she expect Oscar to play in the war that was to come? Did she instead wish him not to get involved at all? Oscar could only grasp at an answer as the tale hastened onward, faster and faster.