human
Ram:  “Hmm,” Ram went, nodding her head. “I did not imagine the Sword Devil would be my opponent. I can accept having lost.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Compared to my glory days, ’tis little more than a nickname. Each day, I strive to resist decay, but I cannot defeat old age. My skills are two steps behind my former peak.”
human
Ram:  “Having been laid low by such dulled skills, those words feel like irritating sarcasm.” Ram crisply cast Wilhelm’s modesty aside.
gpt
Subaru:  The Sword Devil seemed to like that attitude from Ram, but Subaru did not. He pressed Ram about the rude tone of her words. “Hey, what’s that attitude you’re giving Wilhelm? Setting aside you’re always like that with me, you should be politer to other people at l—ow!”
human
Ram:  “Receive outsiders in the manner of guests, you say? I see, it is as you say. My, my, there is no excuse for my repeated rudeness, dear guests.” Flicking Subaru’s nose with a finger when he drew near, Ram proceeded to elegantly bow to everyone present. As she behaved like a perfect servant, a cold smile came over her beautiful, doll-like face. “I apologize for my repeated rudeness, but the mansion of Marquis Roswaal L. Mathers lies ahead. At present, at the command of my master, I am not receiving outsiders, so I ask that you please detour and leave.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Slip the dagger in at the end, huh? Besides that…what the heck’s that supposed to mean?”
human
Ram:  “It means what it says. Currently, the environs of the mansion are in a state of heightened alert. I cannot allow outsiders to approach…though I suppose such words are wasted on an ingrate such as you, Barusu.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Ingrate…?” Subaru’s expression clouded over at the appraisal he could not dismiss.
human
Ram:  “Yes,” said Ram, nodding. “Is it not so? Having received such great favor from Master Roswaal, you curry favor with another master as soon as he seems done with you. Or perhaps it was all an act to enter our good graces to begin with? If so, it would seem that you received your just deserts.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Wait! You’re getting this all wrong! You’re completely misreading the circumstances!”
human
Ram:  “So this is what a dog that bites the hand that feeds him is like.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Listen already!” Ram’s acrimonious demeanor was a daily ritual, but the hostility included with it was the real deal. The gaze she shot Subaru’s way was frigid enough to make his insides tremble, telling Subaru that something was badly wrong. There was a reason for her to be this rigid. It was to prevent this, to not allow for any misunderstanding, that he’d—
human
Subaru:  “…Right, the letter of goodwill! That’s what writing that letter was for. Didn’t it reach the mansion?”
gpt
Ram:  “—Letter of goodwill.” Subaru had taken pains to clear up any possible confusion about the circumstances. When he spoke the words, Ram’s eyes narrowed, her reaction demonstrating that she recognized their significance.