human
Wilhelm:  He could hardly believe that was three years ago already. Three years, and now Wilhelm was turning eighteen. Three years full of things and places and people that remained in his memory. He wouldn’t realize until later how precious that time had been.
gpt
Wilhelm:  In the morning quiet, Wilhelm opened his eyes. He lay on his bed in his personal room at the barracks. Normally, an ordinary soldier like him would have no right to individual accommodations. But he was an exception; this was one of the liberties afforded him by the kingdom in light of his astonishing record in battle. It had also been something of a desperate measure; the Sword Devil was not especially interested in awards or honors, leaving the kingdom at something of a loss as to how to compensate him.
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm yawned once, then washed his face with cold water. Chasing away the last vestiges of sleep, he quickly changed into his uniform. It wasn’t until he had everything on that he realized today was a day off for him. He didn’t need to put on his uniform.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “…Overworking, my ass.”
human
Wilhelm:  This “day off” was something Bordeaux and Pivot had forced upon him. He rarely took his ordinary days off, preferring to continue his training—and then, of course, there were the days they were in battle. The commanders had alleged that when the Sword Devil, one of the longest-standing members of the squadron, refused to rest, no one else could take a break, either.
gpt
Wilhelm:  With a sigh of annoyance, Wilhelm left his room still in his uniform. It would be too much trouble to change back. He thought about heading to the training ground, then realized he couldn’t. The whole point of this day off had been to keep him away from there. But even if he stayed in his room, it was no guarantee that the increasingly bothersome Grimm wouldn’t come and find him.
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm left the barracks, a morning chill still in the air as he headed for the castle town. He returned the guards’ salutes with a curt nod, then walked alone into the capital, where signs of human habitation had grown sparse. The capital had gradually grown less bustling over the past three years. That suited Wilhelm well enough, but it was a sign that the civil war was becoming more of a bog every day. Battles were occurring in more places, and the effects of the kingdom’s losses were being felt more widely. Lugunica was entering a dark time. The dragon that might have been expected to take their part in the case of an epidemic or an invasion by another country had apparently decided this was a problem for Lugunica to deal with by itself and refused to lend an ear to the entreaties of the nation’s rulers. As the war dragged on with no sign of improving fortunes, the people grew more and more fatigued.