human
Emilia:  “Mana is invisible, but it’s still everywhere, right?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Eh? So miasma is mana?” Subaru was shocked to find from Emilia’s description that it was something much more immediately at hand than he was expecting. But still, the description of polluted mana didn’t really help him visualize it, either. I guess it’s partly because I’m a modern-day Japanese guy, but I can’t really figure out this description of invisible mana.
human
Emilia:  “Ordinarily, mana doesn’t have any color, right? Miasma, mana polluted by something bad, is really not good for your body. But your gate naturally absorbs mana, so…”
gpt
Subaru:  “So you can’t stop from absorbing mana, just like you can’t just walk around without ever breathing.”
human
Owner:  “The little lady’s right. And the miasma out there is the densest it gets anywhere in the world. If your gate keeps taking it in, your heart and body will be swallowed up in the pollution.”
gpt
Subaru:  “What happens then? Do you get sick—or go crazy or something?”
human
Owner:  “The story goes that it eats away at your heart and body. The truth is… Well, I can’t really deny it.” He shook his head at that and didn’t explain it any further. But it was clear on his face. He had seen someone die from miasma pollution. And it was because he had experienced that that he was concerned for them from the depths of his heart and was warning them as adamantly as he was. “If you can live your life without going there, then that’s for the best. You…”
gpt
Emilia:  “Thanks for the milk. And thanks for the story, too.” Emilia finished her milk, but she shook her head at his warning.
human
Owner:  Seeing that, the owner sighed in resignation. The reason he had spoken with them about the dunes even though he had not wanted to at first was because he had hoped to change their minds. But unfortunately, they wouldn’t change their minds on that point.
gpt
Emilia:  “That should cover the bill. Subaru, let’s go.”
human
Subaru:  “Hmm, yeah. Thanks for the help.”
gpt
Emilia:  Leaving the silver coin she fished out on the counter, Emilia tugged Subaru’s sleeve. It was far too much for just two cups of milk, but it was also a tip for the information he had given them and the concern he had shown.