human
Roswaal:  "It’s been five days since that spectacle—time enough for you to see how this shaaall proceed?"
gpt
Ram:  "I suppose so— He is no good." Ram heard her master’s voice in her ear as he stroked her pink hair.
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal and Ram were the only two people in the room; there was no sign of the twin’s “other half,” Rem. Put simply, that day’s report was about the issue of Subaru and Ram’s education of him. With her stating that his education was going most poorly, Roswaal stared for a moment before laughing. "Ahaaa, is that so. Completely useless?"
gpt
Ram:  "Barusu really can do nothing at all. He’s no good at cooking, clumsy at cleaning, and the very thought of entrusting laundry to him disturbs me. He’s oddly skilled at sewing, but besides that, nothing can be left to him alone."
human
Roswaal:  "In a place with so many girls, that, too, is a grave matter, is it nooot?"
gpt
Ram:  At that age it cannot be helped, Ram seemed to say with a strained smile, looking up at her master as she thought back on the details of the previous four days. In that brief but vivid time, even a stranger would have noticed the grimace replacing Ram’s graceful, neutral expression. "It is quite raaare to see such a face on you. Is he so worthless?"
human
Ram:  "Worthless through and through. It is not that he is clumsy; it is that he does not know. I cannot but think he was raised poorly. However, he is also lacking in culture."
gpt
Roswaal:  "So haaard on him." Roswaal held back a laugh.
human
Ram:  Ram sighed a little, shifted her position in her master’s arms, and sank farther against him. He gave Ram’s pink hair a good stroke with his palm. "So, Ram, the important part— Do you think he is involved?"
gpt
Roswaal:  Roswaal maintained his smile, his tone of voice unchanged from before. The subject was unstated, but she knew what he wanted to hear.
human
Ram:  Ram closed her eyes, thinking for a little while. "I cannot rule it out, but I think the possibility is low."
gpt
Roswaal:  "Hmmmm. Why is that?"
human
Ram:  "He stands out too much to have been sent to infiltrate this House… Not in a good or b… No, in an especially bad way… In the first place, Barusu himself is…" The words seem to pour out of her mouth. It was, in a fashion, a reply to his question, so Roswaal greeted her answer with a satisfied smile. It was the smile of a master that said: It makes perfect sense. Though the smile was not being sent her way precisely, Ram realized her cheeks were burning nonetheless.
gpt
Roswaal:  "I see, and I must agree with that. Meaning he truly is a benevolent bystander." As Roswaal spoke, the chair creaked as he shifted positions. He turned opposite to the desk, straight toward the large window through which shone the moonlight.