human
Roswaal:  "Seems like it, but is it all right for me to line up over there?"
gpt
Roswaal:  "The proper thing to do would be to immeeediately throw you out of the castle, but as this will be amusing, you may go with him."
human
Emilia:  Her eyebrows shot up at Roswaal’s attitude. She approached to object. "Roswaal, wait a…!"
gpt
Roswaal:  "Unfortunately, Lady Emilia, this is not the time or place for you to argue. If all the facts become clear, Subaru will be staying here…for a very, veeery long time."
human
Emilia:  "But if we let Subaru stand over there, he’ll—"
gpt
Roswaal:  "The time for argument is at an end, Lady Emilia. The conference is beginning. To the center…" Roswaal’s face tensed as he gazed at the seats around the throne, being filled by the Council of Elders that very moment. The only vacant seat left was the throne of the king at the heart of the chamber. And in front of the old men of the Council was a tidy line of people who had given off a special aura since the moment of their birth. The girl with orange hair was at the top of the list of three girls with magnificent posture, conspicuous and vibrant. Standing in the center, Priscilla put a hand on her hip and pushed her shoulders back, causing her skirt to sway slightly. Even before the elders that governed the nation, she still had that belittling look on her face. To Priscilla’s right stood a girl dressed in clothes resembling an army uniform. The color of her hair was such a deep green it nearly seemed black, but upon closer inspection, the glossy luster definitely reflected green. Her long hair was tied at the end by a white ribbon. Her beautiful, dignified face was trained straight ahead. She was tall for a girl, about the same height as Subaru, but their legs were very different lengths. On her hip, she wore a sword bearing a family crest with a lion baring its fangs. She looked like a beautiful girl disguised as a handsome man. And in contrast to the green-haired girl’s serious ambiance, the girl to Priscilla’s left with light violet hair exuded a serene image. Her wavy hair fell down to the middle of her back, looking cottony soft. She was short compared to the other two girls and wore a white dress made with generous amount of fur. Particularly eye-catching were the white fox muffler and the ridiculously large purse at her hip. All were beautiful, projecting a particular unique aura. They were clearly cut from a different cloth.
human
Emilia:  Emilia bit her lip in regret, delivering Subaru a reminder before trotting back to the line of girls. "—We will discuss this later." When Emilia lined up with the others, her silver hair dancing about, her attire definitely seemed a step behind everyone else’s. However, the loveliness within excelled above all the others, at least according to Subaru.