human
Emilia:  It was still very large, even though she was bigger now, but the former anxiety she’d felt over its size had disappeared. Emilia clenched her fist, struck a power pose, stared at the trees up ahead.
gpt
Emilia:  “Okay, my adventure begins now!” It was a rather fatal sort of line to say before bounding into a forest.
human
Emilia:  Her adventure did not end there. It didn’t end, but Emilia’s feet had stopped moving after walking for a while down a path lit only by the help of some lesser spirits.
gpt
Beatrice:  "Stop right there. Fiends like you are not welcome beyond this point, I suppose.” When yet another voice came from above, Emilia’s eyes darted around, looking for its owner. Then when she spotted a silhouette of someone lying down on a tree branch, her hands leaped to her mouth to suppress a shriek. Atop the branch, lying on her side, was Beatrice, glaring down at Emilia with sleepy eyes. She wore her glamorous dress and sausage-roll curls, and she also puffed and snorted through a pipe coming out of her mouth.
human
Beatrice:  “Look at you, sitting on the dirt. What an ill-mannered girl you are. I wonder what your parents are like.”
gpt
Emilia:  “Beatrice, you…”
human
Beatrice:  “Humph. Too late now to notice who I am and realize how rude you’ve been to me. Though, if you repent, I suppose I might forgive you…”
gpt
Emilia:  “You’re so young; you shouldn’t smoke! And you shouldn’t smoke even when you grow up! Smoking stunts your growth—Subaru told me so!” Witnessing the underage girl smoking before her, Emilia slammed her with a rational observation.
human
Beatrice:  Beatrice’s mouth opened in surprise, the pipe falling from it. Then she glared at Emilia and growled, “H-how humiliating! Treating Betty like a child—is your head on straight, I wonder?! I am a sophisticated lady! And a pipe is a mark of a sophisticated lady’s good taste!”
gpt
Emilia:  “See, trying to act grown-up like that… It’s kind of childish.”
human
Beatrice:  “Skreee! How dare you!” Her face bright red, Beatrice fumed, pounding the branch in frustration.
gpt
Emilia:  But as a sensible adult, Emilia couldn’t let Beatrice’s actions slide. Furthermore, Emilia might become the kingdom’s next ruler. She would not yield an inch.