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Roswaal:  In the assembly hall, before a gathering of the country’s top military officials, eminent officers and Knights of the Royal Guard, as well as several of the nation’s most prominent nobles, Roswaal spoke. "The situation is alaaarming. The person known as Sphinx can control the dead and use great magics long thought lost. We may face other losses like the one at Castour.” Roswaal’s tendency to draw out her syllables in odd places remained.
gpt
Someone:  "Sphinx?”
human
Someone Else:  "I’ve heard some people think she’s part of the Witch Cult.”
gpt
Someone Else:  “Personally, I doubt it. They only follow their own desires. It’s hard to picture them working with the demi-humans to overthrow the kingdom.”
human
Someone:  “Maybe, but I think only they really understand what they’re after.” At the mention of the Witch Cult, the mood in the chamber turned darker still.
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm agreed with this latter view—or more accurately, he didn’t care either way. He didn’t even really know why he was in the council chamber at that moment. Wilhelm sat looking annoyed.
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Grimm:  “…Hrk…” Grimm was going to be sick, by all appearances. His face was colorless, his breathing uneven; it seemed that if he wasn’t careful, he might soon revisit his breakfast.
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Roswaal:  "Now we’ll hear from Zergev Squadron, who were in the actual battle. If you don’t miiind, gentlemen.”
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Bordeaux:  Bordeaux jumped to his feet. “Yes, ma’am!” Bordeaux barked out in an absurdly loud voice. An instant later, Wilhelm and the others stood, too, and all four of them were led to the center of the assembly hall. "Bordeaux Zergev, commander of Zergev Squadron, reporting! It’s an honor to be summoned by headquarters!”
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Pivot:  “I think your greeting was a little overdone, young sir.”
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Pivot:  “Ahem. Vice Commander of Zergev Squadron Pivot Anansi, reporting.” He glanced at Wilhelm. "You two, introduce yourselves.”
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Grimm:  “G-Grimm Fauzen of Zergev Squadron, reporting!” Grimm’s voice squeaked.
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Wilhelm:  “…Wilhelm Trias, the same.” Wilhelm’s voice sounded disinterested.