human
Reinhard:  Re:ZeroEx “Reinhard…” The red-haired Sword Saint was the only one in the bloodstained room without a scratch.
gpt
Julius:  “…!” When Julius took in the scene in the room, he knew instantly that this was going to be trouble. Balleroy, one of the military leaders of a country that prized physical prowess above all else, lay bleeding at Reinhard’s feet. Anyone would think the powerful swordsman from another nation had undoubtedly done the deed. Julius would have come to the same conclusion, if the person in question had been anyone but Reinhard. However, Julius believed that man was incapable of doing something so impulsive. Something had to be wrong here.
human
Julius:  “Ferris! Tend to Master Balleroy, now!”
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Ferris:  “Right!” They would figure things out later; Julius set Ferris to caring for the fallen Balleroy. As astonishing as the scene before them was, there were wounded, and Ferris didn’t hesitate. He bounded through the blood to examine the injuries of the people in the room. Even if the wounds were serious, so long as the people weren’t dead, Ferris could—
human
Soldier:  “What else do they intend to do to the generals?! Stop him!”
gpt
Soldier:  “Don’t move, filth!” The soldiers stopped the cat-boy before he could approach the victims. Snapping out of their horror, they drew their swords and surrounded Julius and Ferris. Several of the guards piled into the room and leveled their blades at Reinhard.
human
Soldier:  One of the men knelt at Balleroy’s side, shaking his bloodstained shoulders. “General Balleroy, get up! General! Damn! You bastards…!” But there was no response. The imperial soldiers looked more ready than ever to kill their visitors. The room had become a powder keg.
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Ferris:  “Julius…!” Ferris said, keenly aware of the gravity of the situation.
human
Julius:  But Julius, too, was having trouble knowing what to do next. Throw down his weapon and surrender? But given the murder in the men’s eyes, throwing away his weapon might be a very foolish move. He didn’t want this staring contest to go on forever, but—
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Vincent:  “My castle rings with the din of the unwashed. What is going on?”
human
Julius:  “Hrgh?” Julius strained to catch the clear but totally unexpected voice. Ferris, whose ears were better than his, stood wide-eyed as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The soldiers did the same. The voice was unmistakable; it could be no one else. It was the emperor, Vincent Volakia, in the flesh.
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Vincent:  “…!” There was a great, collective clack of heels as the soldiers opened a path for their ruler. The way had been formed by the automatic loyalty of the men, and the emperor walked leisurely down it. When he saw what was in the room, he arched the eyebrows on his cold, intelligent face. The chamber full of blood—Balleroy and the other soldiers on the ground—and the emissary of Lugunica standing over them…
human
Vincent:  “…I see.” He nodded as if all this made sense to him, and he fixed Reinhard with a penetrating gaze.
gpt
Reinhard:  Reinhard straightened and put his hand to his chest.