human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm’s swirling bloodlust filled the room. “Because of that, I would like you all to leave the slaying of Lust to me…”
gpt
Reinhard:  “…Reinhard…” Everyone hesitated to argue with his unshakable resolve and his loyalty to his master. All except for his one blood relation. “—I am against this proposal.”
human
Reinhard:  “You are not calm and collected, Grandfather. I can understand your hostility toward the Archbishop who so grievously harmed Lady Crusch, of course. However, that anger will only cloud your sword strikes.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “…You would argue that I cannot adequately serve Lady Crusch while insufficiently calm?”
human
Reinhard:  “Out of concern for Lady Crusch, we cannot afford to fail to defeat Lust. In that case, it should be I who takes that role. At the very least, I will not fall behind the enemy in terms of composure.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm’s—no, the Sword Devil’s lips curled into a sneer. It was by no means a kindly old man’s smile—it was the grin of a ferocious beast. “My not being calm and collected is only natural, Reinhard.”
human
Reinhard:  “Yes, but…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Who do you think I am? What do you think your grandfather is? I am the man hailed as the Sword Devil. A hopeless man stuck in the middle of transforming himself into a mere blade, and unable to follow through with conviction, ended up falling in love with a woman. But it is precisely because of that half-heartedness that I never once held back in the slightest in the face of what needed to be done.” His fierce grin had banished his gentle expression. And now that he had broken free of that facade, what appeared was the face of a devil starved for blood and the clash of steel. The devil who was bewitched by the blade, his blue eyes only ever seeking a single other light—
human
Wilhelm:  “When I’ve decided to bare my sword, my heart burns with an unbearable heat. Not coolheaded? That is how I always am on the battlefield. And yet I’ve still lived to this ripe old age. I have no interest in rotting away without fulfilling my duty to my master. Your concern is neither needed nor desired.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “That argument is mere idealism…”
human
Wilhelm:  “Conviction is nothing but idealism backed by a resolve to see things through to the very end. Having persisted fourteen years, my rusted blade was still sharp enough to claim vengeance for my wife—it is too soon for me to sheathe it for the last time.”
gpt
Reinhard:  Reinhard averted his eyes, still unable to fully accept it.
human
Wilhelm:  “The battlefield that needs you is elsewhere, Reinhard,” Wilhelm continued.