human
Emilia:  “However, that spirit said to thank Lady Emilia…or Lia, rather.” Being called Lia made Emilia’s breath catch.
gpt
Emilia:  “Just as the snow began falling, a tiny spirit flew over the clearing, making these walls in no time at all. As Lady Emilia is a spirit mage, I was completely convinced that…”
human
Emilia:  “Puck…” The only one who called Emilia Lia was that adorable spirit. He was the sole one she could think of who would have tried to help in a place like this whether he liked it or not. Emilia’s heart was trembling from Milde’s explanation as she touched an icy wall. She thought if he was the one who had made them, there might be some trace, some lingering feeling that she might sense through her touch. But the instant she touched the wall, the sensation shooting through Emilia’s hand was not adorable at all.
gpt
Emilia:  “—Ah.” Something flowed into Emilia through the palm she’d set on the wall. That instant, in a gap between the roar of the cold, blowing wind, she lifted her head, hearing something that sounded like the very world had split apart.