human
Miklotov:  “We can decide whether she is suitable or not from that.” Seeing the rest of the Council of Elders nod.
gpt
Rickert:  Rickert, apparently named so, took a step back.
human
Miklotov:  “Sir Reinhard. We would first hear the highlights of what you know.”
gpt
Reinhard:  After he was called, Reinhard bent down on one knee in a show of the utmost respect.
human
Subaru:  Subaru wasn’t even involved, but a cold sweat broke out over him nonetheless.
gpt
Reinhard:  “Until approximately one month ago, Lady Felt was living in a corner of the Lower Quarter of the royal capital—also known as ‘the slums.’ An occasion arose where she had an opportunity to touch a Dragon Jewel. Having judged that she was qualified to be a Dragon Maiden, I brought her with me as a matter of course.” Assuaging Subaru’s concerns, Reinhard made his report while deftly dancing around the problematic parts.
human
Rickert:  “A waif from the slums… Sir Reinhard, are you insane? !” Rickert exploded.
gpt
Rickert:  “You bring a vagrant from the streets to a ceremony to select the monarch who must shoulder the future of Lugunica?! Just what do you think the royal throne is? !”
human
Reinhard:  Reinhard had done as asked, expressing utmost courtesy to those on the platform. His gallant profile did not reveal the slightest hint of negativity.
gpt
Rickert:  Rickert directed his words at Miklotov next. “Someone should be selected who is suitable for the crown. We cannot simply lay our hands on whoever happens to walk be—” As Rickert eloquently attempted to sway Miklotov, a familiar voice dashed cold water over his efforts.
human
Roswaal:  “Mr. Rickert, you are sliiightly too heated over this matter, are you nooot?”
gpt
Rickert:  “Nonsense, Roswaal. Nor do I approve of your conduct. Not only I, but all of the officials. Until now we have overlooked this because we are in a time of crisis, but I shall still my tongue no longer. Not about the House of Astrea hauling a waif into these halls, nor you, the fool nominating a half-demon to be monarch…!”
human
Roswaal:  “—Mr. Rickert. I would suggest you amend your comments.” The frigid words reverberated throughout the chamber.
gpt
Rickert:  Rickert’s face, red from indignation, paled.
human
Roswaal:  “It is poor manners to address a half-elf as a ‘half-demon.’ Furthermore, Lady Emilia remains a royal candidate… Do you understand which of us should remember his place?” Roswaal’s tone of voice was unchanged from the norm, but the power behind it made Rickert avert his gaze.
gpt
Rickert:  He shook his head, as if to conceal his intimidation, and dramatically motioned to the dais. “A-and what of it? I do not believe my claim to be in error. Qualified as Dragon Maiden does not mean qualified to be king. Lord Miklotov! Please reconsider!"