human
Anastasia:  “I imagine he is having his face rubbed into the dirt for a second time today out of excessive stubbornness.”
gpt
Anastasia:  “Perhaps. Back in the hall, he had some nerve. Makes you wanna look up to him—since someone probably threw him across the room.” The ill-natured smiles the two were trading left Emilia unable to believe her eyes, her voice quivering.
human
Emilia:  “D-don’t you have anything else to say…?”
gpt
Crusch:  “If Emilia’s vassal had requested a duel, I would agree that it is correct to stop them. However, since it is Sir Julius who requested it, and Emilia’s vassal who accepted, I believe stopping them is a mistake.” Crusch broke her silence and announced her own opposition to Emilia’s view.
human
Emilia:  “Why? I mean, Subaru isn’t my…”
gpt
Crusch:  “If you do not understand, no explanation shall suffice. Besides, though his temper was quick, this is a necessary thing.” Crusch cut Emilia off with a strong tone that did not allow further discussion. Crusch, too, had taken a hard stance that Emilia should not get involved.
human
Felt:  “So why did that guard come to tell us about this, anyway? I mean, it’s one thing if you’re gonna report before they start, but why get all weak-kneed in the middle of it? Just wait for them to finish fighting and tell us what happened after.” The stalled conversation brought a sour expression to Felt’s face before she raised her voice in annoyance.
gpt
Marcus:  “Report.” Felt’s question, posed with arms crossed and a bad attitude, made the soldier’s face visibly blanch. Marcus, sensing from his demeanor that something was amiss, stepped in front of his subordinate and broke his silence.
human
Guard:  “S-sir! I have come to request orders because…the mock duel between Sir Julius and Sir Subaru Natsuki is excessively one-sided!”
gpt
Marcus:  “…What do you mean, one-sided?”
human
Guard:  “Sir Julius is surely holding back…but it does not appear that way.” The guard seemed distressed, as if he’d seen such a miserable sight that he couldn’t bring himself to look in Emilia’s direction. That announced to all present just what a terrible spectacle was occurring.
gpt
Emilia:  “I have to stop them…!” That news was the last straw for Emilia, who threw her indecision to the wind and rushed out of the room. She ran down the corridor toward the knights’ garrison and the parade square within.