human
Reinhard:  “This was guided by the hand of Fate.”
gpt
Felt:  “Ha! Fate again. What, are you a slave to fate?”
human
Reinhard:  “No—I am, more than anything, your knight, Lady Felt.”
gpt
Felt:  Felt seemed to yield in the face of his unrelenting support as she murmured, “You’re no fun…” Old Man Rom was still prostrate as the two bantered right in front of him.
human
Rom:  “Why, Felt… I—I wanted you to…”
gpt
Felt:  Felt replied, “I have a pretty good idea why you said all that embarrassing stuff and what you were after—You saw how I hated being here so much I couldn’t stand it, right? So you thought you’d give me a helpful nudge.”
human
Rom:  “If you understand that, then why—” When the old man tried to pose the question, Felt broke into an awkward laugh.
gpt
Felt:  “What, you think I can sneak back into the city after abandoning my own family? There’s no way I could be that shameless.”
human
Rom:  When Old Man Rom heard these words, his face broke into an expression different from bitterness. He turned his back to her, rubbing an arm over his face to hide it. “I-I’ve lost! And all because…” Old Man Rom looked up to the heavens, his hoarse voice quivering with chagrin and something powerful and inexpressible. “…I raised her too well—! !” 9 Rom’s plaintive cry about how he had raised the girl resounded in the hall.
gpt
Miklotov:  Miklotov, perhaps moved by the lament, cleared his throat, seeking to clear the air in the process. “Well, then, Lady Felt, Sir Reinhard, may I conclude that you both intend to participate in the royal selection?”
human
Felt:  “Sure, go ahead.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “Yes, as my Lady wills it.” Felt’s behavior was insolent to the end, with Reinhard following her. The lenient sage let the incongruity pass without comment, quietly replying, “Understood,” as he nodded.