human
Vincent:  Vincent, inspecting the pale and bloodless face, looked at Belstetz with one eye closed. "I humbly present Your Majesty the head of Viscount Glamdart Holstoy, a retainer whose heart brimmed with treachery. All that has happened was at Holstoy’s instigation. He confessed to everything in a written note before throwing himself on his sword at his private residence.”
gpt
Belstetz:  “You do indeed work quickly, Belstetz.”
human
Belstetz:  “I confess there were some rather intense moments after the report of General Temeglyph’s death arrived. When I heard a sky dragon had arrived at Holstoy’s mansion shortly thereafter, it was only natural to question one of his people about the goings-on at the house. I apologize to Your Majesty for acting on my own initiative.”
gpt
Vincent:  “Your initiative was very much in view when I praised your quick work.” Vincent took a piece of paper that Belstetz offered him. He glanced at it, then looked back at the head in the box. “You say everything that has happened was conceived inside this head?”
human
Belstetz:  “Indeed. Regicide, to be blamed on the knights from Lugunica; followed by the seizure of the throne in the name of punishing the killers. His ambitions were, one might say, imperial—they lacked only the proper forethought.”
gpt
Vincent:  “You believe that despite the fact that he was able to turn one of the Nine Divine Generals to his cause?”
human
Belstetz:  “What else could be said of a rebellion that has failed?” Belstetz’s unflinching opinion seemed to conclude everything in Julius’s mind.
gpt
Vincent:  “Ahem—Belstetz.” Without relaxing in the slightest, the emperor let out an audible breath.
human
Belstetz:  “Your Majesty,” Belstetz replied with a smile. “What is your imperial will?”
gpt
Vincent:  “I order you: Do not move.” With his right hand, the emperor silently grasped a scabbard that suddenly appeared, floating in midair.
human
Vincent:  Vincent drew out a sword from the hovering scabbard, straight and true, crimson as a garnet from the hilt to the edge. The emperor pressed it against the neck of Belstetz, who stood still as a stone.
gpt
Belstetz:  The old man slowly touched a hand to his own neck. “Such a jest is most unlike Your Majesty.”
human
Vincent:  “The Bright Sword is not such a trivial thing as to be drawn in jest."