human
Felt:  "What am I…doing this for…?"
gpt
Narration:  Murmurs spread through the throne room. The uproar had begun when Marcus, receiving a report from the guards, dragged a vagabond who had infiltrated the castle into the throne room. At first, many doubted the judgment of the captain of the guard, but one look at the intruder made numerous participants understand the reason for his decision.
human
Felt:  "I told you, let Old Man Rom go. That’s all I’m asking."
gpt
Marcus:  "—Unfortunately, I cannot comply."
human
Narration:  In the center of the chamber, a tense deadlock continued, with Felt and Marcus squared off against each other. A vein bulged on Felt’s forehead at the way Marcus dismissed her demand.
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Reinhard:  Reinhard raised his voice in an attempt to mediate. "Captain, I believe that explanation is insuffi—"
human
Marcus:  Marcus rebuffed his intervention. "Silence, Reinhard. I understand you wish to support the master you have sworn your sword to, but her acceptance of your sword is premised on her willingness to become your king. During the proceedings of this conference for the royal selection, Lady Felt publicly announced she has no intention of participating in the selection process. Abandoning her qualifications means abandoning any right she might have to give commands to us Knights of the Royal Guard… Do you understand?"
gpt
Narration:  Marcus laid out the logic of his refusal to comply with Felt’s demand. His words brought a scowl to the former thief’s face as she furiously clawed at her own blond hair.
human
Felt:  "This is getting annoying, so let’s sum it up, ’kay?—In other words, you won’t do as I say because I don’t wanna do this royal selection thing?"
gpt
Marcus:  "—That is indeed the crux of it."
human
Felt:  "Ohhh, I see. I get it… You are so annoying." Felt’s catlike eyes glared fiercely at Marcus.
gpt
Narration:  Marcus easily maintained his usual poise under the pressure of the young girl’s near murderous gaze.
human
Rom:  "Never mind all that…!—Hurry up and save me!! Felt, it’s me! The Old Man Rom you lived with in the slums! I don’t really get all this, but you can save me now, right? Then save me! I don’t wanna die! !"
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Narration:  Kneeling on the carpet spread across the floor, the old man made the most amicable smile he could as he pleaded to her. The shameful display left Felt speechless. Even the attendants showed hints of disgust at the miserable old man.
human
Rom:  "I always saved you when you were in trouble! Many, many times over! Pay those favors back, now! Now, I say! Quick, quick!! Do something, will you? !" The old man sent spittle flying as he cried out for a quick rescue, flailing around with self-serving logic.