human
Beatrice:  "Truly, how can Roswaal be such an annoying person, I wonder? He is almost impossible to forgive." Clutching her knees and red-faced as she made an adorable huff, Beatrice murmured with a whiff of anger.
gpt
Ryuzu:  Seeing the girl in the dress sitting on a stump and hearing her words, Ryuzu formed a vaguely pained smile.
human
Beatrice:  "Does that face of yours irk me, I wonder? If you have something to say, come right out and say it."
gpt
Ryuzu:  “…Is it not because Lady Beatrice played a prank upon me in the first place that Master Roswaal had an excuse to take revenge?"
human
Beatrice:  "C-could you not refer to it as a prank, I wonder? That was a more, yes, a more refined thing than that." Once Ryuzu pointed out the source of the conflict, Beatrice clumsily tried to justify her actions. Since she was honest to the bone, the girl was terrible at coming up with excuses. Though Ryuzu thought that, too, was cute, the prank the adorable girl had played on Ryuzu made it something she could not simply dismiss with a laugh—After all, she’d twisted space, trapping her in a meandering, looping corridor.