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Roswaal:  "If you insist on saying everything at the top of your lungs, people are going to think you don’t have any other talents.” He made his way over—Bordeaux was hard to miss.
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Lyp:  Lyp stood before Roswaal and offered a flowing bow. “Lyp Bariel, at your service. Viscount of the south and commander of the battle line on this occasion.”
human
Roswaal:  “Oh? From what I’d heard, Lord Crumère was going to command.”
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Lyp:  “Lord Crumère was hit by a stray arrow in a recent battle. The wound festered, and he died. I apologize that we weren’t able to notify you sooner. I am commander now by virtue of my rank and my military achievements.” His voice was even, and there was no change in his expression. Yet something in his voice indicated there was more below the surface.
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm looked away from Lyp and toward the enemy lines.
gpt
Lyp:  “You there, soldier, straighten up.”
human
Wilhelm:  “…Who, me?” Wilhelm asked.
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Lyp:  “I won’t say it again.” Lyp walked up to Wilhelm and began shaking his fist in his face. The instant he made the gesture, Wilhelm began to reach for his sword—but stopped. At the same moment, he felt an impact on his cheek; his upper body turned with the force. “It is your duty to be at attention and paying attention when your commander is present—to say nothing of a general. Maybe all the accolades this unit has received have gone to your head, but you won’t get any special treatment from me. I don’t care if you’re the Sword Devil himself.”
human
Wilhelm:  "—” Wilhelm spat out the blood that had pooled in his mouth and glared at Lyp, who only smiled sadistically.
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Lyp:  “You’ve got a rebellious look in your eye, boy. Maybe I’d better impose a little discipline before this battle starts.”
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Roswaal:  “Don’t you think thaaat’s about enough? This is no time to be plaaaying with children.” No one except Roswaal J. Mathers, who stood outside the system of military ranks and rules. Roswaal smiled at Lyp, gently pushing down his fist, which he had raised to strike again.
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Lyp:  Lyp gave a quiet snort, turning away from Wilhelm. “Bordeaux, teach your men a little respect, or I might have to take their impertinence out on you. The southern front isn’t a playground for children.”
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Bordeaux:  “…Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.”
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Lyp:  “Lady Mathers! I wish to consult with you before the battle starts. If you’d come with me?”
human
Roswaal:  “Coming.” Roswaal responded to his summons with an obedient tone.