human
Izabella:  Paying no heed to the fact that the force of her mana was tearing apart her skin from inside, Izabella had shouted at him through a communication device. “Don’t give me that nonsense, Kaito Sena! Enough is enough! You should be looking for any help you can get, even if it comes from a monster! Don’t you want to save the suffering people as soon as possible?”
gpt
Izabella:  She had been the one to deal the final blow to the gatekeeper within, a monster that the Grave Keeper had created by fusing a demon with a divine creature. Despite her trembling hands, Izabella had laid her arm horizontally over her chest. Despite her flowing tears, she’d given it a bow. “No longer must you be bound by the chains of your tortured existence. Your efforts guarding the tomb did not go unnoticed.”
human
Izabella:  Izabella had stood with her back to the exploding light. Even while she rejected Kaito and the others, she’d still smiled. “That we are, I suppose. Idiots, one and all.” The lacerations running across her pale skin had twisted unattractively. Yet, even so, Izabella Vicker was beautiful. She had truly been beautiful.