human
Roswaal:  “Weeell,” Roswaal interjected. "it wouldn’t do for you to be so formal that you couldn’t do your work. I was having a little fun with you by concealing my gender, but please carry on as usual. My name is the one that each head of the household inherits—it just happens to be male. Our family is raaather unique, you see.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “You heard Lady Mathers. About your business, everyone.”
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm sensed someone in the dragon carriage. This person had been waiting for the conversation to conclude, and now slipped out and stood by Roswaal.
gpt
Wilhelm:  It was another woman. She wore light armor and had a sword at her hip. She appeared to be in her late teens; she had a pretty face, but the dangerous glint in her eye would make one hesitate to approach. Her gorgeous golden hair was cut short, and she seemed prickly. A swordswoman.
human
Roswaal:  “Oh, leeet me add,” Roswaal said, “this is my personal bodyguard, Carol Remendes. She’s quite skilled, so I’m sure you’ll all get along.”
gpt
Carol:  “Thank you, Lady Mathers,” the girl said, “but I wouldn’t concern myself. I doubt we’ll see them again after today. There’s no reason to get close to them—and they don’t seem like the types to get friendly.”
human
Wilhelm:  Was she arrogant, or just nervous? Either way, she looked on edge.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “…What, both women?” Wilhelm whispered in disbelief.
human
Carol:  “You! You there!” Carol immediately singled out the source of the disbelieving whisper: Wilhelm. She looked ready to draw her sword right then and there. “Are you looking down on me because I’m a woman? That sort of prejudice carries a high price around me.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “Oh, stop whining. You’re obviously more worried about it than anyone else here. Anyway, my job is to guard your friend there, not to make sure you feel all warm and fuzzy.”
human
Grimm:  “Th-that’s enough, Wilhelm!” As the boy and the girl glared at each other, Grimm tried with a trembling voice to control his squad mate.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm raised an eyebrow at him.
human
Grimm:  Grimm's eyes burning with anger. "I don’t know what your problem is—not in the carriage, and not here. But you need to put a lid on it. Picking a fight with the people we’re supposed to be working with? Do you know how much trouble you’ll cause for our squad leader?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  The other members of the squadron fixed Wilhelm with angry stares, siding with Grimm. Between his typical behavior and the way he’d been acting that day, Wilhelm had few allies.
human
Wilhelm:  “…I’m sorry,” he said at length, although his face suggested it was only because he knew further argument would be useless.
gpt
Grimm:  That seemed to placate Grimm, who turned to Carol and bowed his head. “I’m very sorry about that. We’ll make sure he’s dealt with…”
human
Carol:  “You do that,” Carol said.