human
Miklotov:  "Your kinsmen were not uninvolved in this matter, I believe?”
gpt
Miklotov:  “Thus, I have information that would otherwise be unknown to me. And based upon this…” Miklotov replied to Reinhard’s minimalist reply with a nod of his own.
human
Rickert:  “That is an extreme—no, an irrational position! Are we to believe a daughter of the royal household vanished without a trace fourteen years ago, came to live in the slums, and now you incidentally discovered her with the royal selection nearing?! And furthermore, you just so happened to find out that she is qualified as a Dragon Maiden? !” Even after the barrage of information Rickert was still standing.
gpt
Rickert:  “This is absurd!” he laughed. “This is all too contrived. You could easily have found a girl with maiden qualifications and dyed her hair and used magic to alter the color of her eyes.—Surely you have not engaged in such shameful behavior?”
human
Reinhard:  “I swear it upon my sword.” Reinhard laid the sword at his hip upon the floor, offering it in a show of the highest respect.
gpt
Rickert:  “…With all of the royal family already lost, no means exist to confirm whether she has royal blood or not. I do not think anyone will bow their heads based on mere supposition about her identity.” Rickert, seeing the knight among knights displaying such deference, sank into a heavy slouch.
human
Reinhard:  “That is natural. However, I am certain that Lady Felt is worthy of throne…even without a claim by blood.”
gpt
Rickert:  “It seems that the Sword Saint of our age is rather invested in her.” Reinhard’s unshaken reply drew a resigned sigh from Rickert.
human
Rickert:  “Setting aside your maiden qualifications, you hail from the slums.—And it is possible you possess the royal bloodline, presumed lost. I cannot even begin to fathom the distress this must bring you. Are you determined to see this through?” Once more, he turned his gaze to Felt, the subject of the matter at hand.
gpt
Felt:  “Huh? What are you talking about, old guy? I never said one word about being king.” But Felt flatly denied her qualification, completely ignoring the flow of the conversation to that point.
human
Felt:  “I got dragged here out from the slums against my will,” she continued. “I told him to take me back and he wouldn’t, and he hid my old clothes so I had to wear this stupid thing. I am way past ticked! I’m annoyed a million times over! No, I don’t accept this!” Felt’s rage-filled rant brought another awkward silence over the hall.
gpt
Subaru:  Even Subaru, famously unable to read the mood, could tell that things were going south.