human
Julius:  "I can’t tell exactly how limited my power is, but I suppose you could say it works insofar as I clearly can’t use my full abilities.”
gpt
Julius:  This made Julius realize how nervous the empire actually was about Reinhard. The Collar of Submission, which Reinhard had been forced to wear, was less an item that limited the wearer’s abilities than one that curtailed his freedom. It practically bordered on slavery. Frankly, to demand that someone invited as a special envoy should wear such a thing was considered wholly unreasonable. “The way I heard it, whether I wear this collar might change the whole course of relations between our countries.”
human
Julius:  “…It truly pains me that you were forced to cede your freedom in this way,”
gpt
Julius:  “And I applaud your decision.”
human
Ferris:  "Act as solemn as mew want,” Ferris broke in. “It’s still a collar.” He shrugged dramatically. In the same breath, though, he continued, “But look at this. Two members of the Council of Elders and the Sword Saint… This couldn’t secretly be some plot by the empire to undermine Lugunica, could it? Do they want to assassinate Reinhard or something?”
gpt
Julius:  “But that would unquestionably mean war, and the Dragon would not stand idly by… Or so I would like to think, but at the moment, I’m not so sure.”
human
Ferris:  “Yeah. We can’t count on the Holy Dragon. Only thing we can rely on is our own strength! So listen up, Reinhard: Make sure you take down the whole empire before they get you. All by yourself.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “Defense is a knight’s watchword, Ferris. If they attack first, that’s one thing, but I can’t go around slicing things up over a vague sense of unease.” Reinhard flashed a thin smile.
human
Ferris:  “Y’know, the scary thing is that you didn’t say you couldn’t destroy them…” Ferris hugged his narrow shoulders and shivered.
gpt
Julius:  Julius listened to the conversation and braced himself for another scolding from Bordeaux. “Knights of the Royal Guard should—”
human
Miklotov:  “Mm, going to reprimand them, are you? Back when you were a knight yourself, I remember you being even more daring.”
gpt
Bordeaux:  Bordeaux adopted a sour look and fell silent. He turned to gaze out the window, the approaching Crystal Palace reflected in his eyes. “The Sword Saint, ‘The Finest,’ and ‘The Blue’… True enough, it reminds me of all the trouble we had back then.” But nobody heard what he mumbled to himself; his words were swept away with the quickly passing scenery.