human
Subaru:  “With your own power, you have won the right to stand at Emilia’s side.” “…It wasn’t…my power alone.” Subaru murmured it quietly enough that only he must have heard it.
gpt
Roswaal:  When Roswaal knitted his brows as a result, Subaru tightly closed his eyes for a moment, audibly cracked his neck, then continued. “You acting serious really throws me off. I’m grateful we can move this talk along, mind you.”
human
Roswaal:  “You wouuuund me. Am I not always serious? Besides, I promised, did I not? That I would face you directly the next time.”
gpt
Subaru:  “…You as in me and Emilia. Emilia really should be here, but she’s not…”
human
Roswaal:  “Oh myyyy. You are quite mistaken.” When Roswaal averted his face, apparently uncomfortable at being misunderstood, Subaru’s breath caught a little. Roswaal closed one eye as he corrected Subaru’s correction, leaving the gaze of his yellow eye alone—that was his tell when he was hiding something deep within himself.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru got a bad feeling when he looked at Roswaal’s eye and considered the earlier statement. “What do you…mean by that? Why did you go out of your way to leave Emilia out of this?”
human
Roswaal:  “Is it not rather oooobvious? Dirty matters should be discussed only between trusted coconspiiirators. I am not so gracious as to include someone I do not fully trust in such a meeting.”
gpt
Subaru:  “You mean you don’t trust Emilia? What the hell are you talking about out of the blue like that? !” When Roswaal, resting his back against the bed, calmly revealed his opinion, it drove Subaru into a rage. Of course it did. He was practically saying Emilia was not worthy of his trust. He—Roswaal L. Mathers, none other than Emilia’s backer in the royal selection. “You’re the one who nominated Emilia for the throne! Where do you get off saying that you don’t trust Emilia…!” Giving in to his anger, Subaru closed the distance between them to say what was on his mind. He violently rubbed his brow with his fingers over and over as if it were a spell meant to convince his head, flush with blood, to calm down. It was his bad habit to suddenly lose it in the middle of a conversation. Just how much had he run in circles at the royal capital because of that short temper? He focused on deep breathing. Breathe in, breathe out. He did this a second time, and then a third. “…Let’s…talk about everything in order, starting with this coconspirator business.”
human
Roswaal:  “Very well. Once you understand that point, it should serve as a reply to your earlier misgivings.”
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru chained down his anger, which made Roswaal appear quite satisfied. Subaru crossed his arms and glared at the man, silently prodding him to continue.
human
Roswaal:  “Now then, first, the true meaning behind my use of coconspirator in regards to you…it is quite simple. I wish you to continue providing Lady Emilia aid as you have done to date.