human
Grimm:  "Yaaaahh!" This time, when Grimm lifted Wilhelm up, he didn’t resist.
gpt
Wilhelm:  He no longer had the strength. His endurance was at an end, and he felt he might faint away at any moment. And yet as long as he could, as long as he was allowed, as long as his heart could endure, he wanted to see this dance of the sword.
human
Wilhelm:  "Lady…!" Now he found Carol was there, too, watching the god of death at work. She had a hand to her chest, almost as if she were anxious for that reaper, despite this display of unmatchable strength.
gpt
Wilhelm:  He stared stupidly. What was Carol seeing? How could she possibly watch this and look…worried? Does she not understand how profound her skill with a blade is? Is she not enough of a swordswoman to know? The technique he was seeing was so elevated that every swipe of steel made him despair for his own status as a swordsman. "That… That god of death…"
human
Carol:  "God of death? Don’t be silly. That’s the kingdom’s ace in the hole—the true sword of the kingdom who puts us to shame. The Sword Saint."
gpt
Wilhelm:  The battlefield seemed far away now. His consciousness flickered. He caught just those two words as it faded away. Sword Saint. The name given to living legends, carved into the history of the Kingdom of Lugunica.
human
Wilhelm:  But how could it be that she was the one to bear it…? "—" He had no way of asking her now. He couldn’t even call out to her.