human
Heinkel:  His voice interrupted Wilhelm’s protest, directing his malice toward its next destination: Reinhard.
gpt
Heinkel:  "Thanks to Father, the burden on your shoulders got lighter, didn’t it? This is your magnificent grandfather, the man who avenged his wife, my mother, and your grandmother. You didn’t even say one word about him doing a good job, did you? After all…" Breaking off his speech, Heinkel smeared a healthy dose of poison onto his blade of words.
human
Heinkel:  "...he’s the one who avenged the predecessor you let die, isn’t that right?"
gpt
Subaru:  This man’s face, more than any other Subaru had ever seen, deserved to be called…repulsive. Heinkel’s words, his face, his demeanor, his voice, his gaze—every single thing emanating from his entire existence was drenched with nothing but malice. This was a man of pure contempt, a man whose repulsiveness was his reason for being.
human
Wilhelm:  "Stop this, Heinkel! You… Even for you, this is…!"
gpt
Heinkel:  "Stop trying to pretty it up after all this time, Father. You don’t have any right to criticize me. After all, the first one to scold Reinhard for killing his predecessor…was none other than you."
human
Heinkel:  His words were like a curse craftily brewed by distilling all the hatred in the world. And the content of those words was a denunciation Subaru could not bear to hear. The guy was spouting nothing but lies. It was wrong. It was false. It was obviously made-up. It simply couldn’t be. And yet, neither Reinhard nor Wilhelm…
gpt
Subaru:  "" Neither of them opened their mouths to deny it. Why? All they had to say was one word: no. If they swept it all away as made-up garbage, Subaru would believe them without any doubt whatsoever. His friend in arms and his respected mentor versus a drunken excuse of a man—there was no need to anguish over whom to believe. That was why Subaru desperately wanted the two to speak the one word that would make this all go away. "
human
Heinkel:  "Gone quiet ’cause the truth’s inconvenient for ya? That’s how it’s been for fifteen years. Father hasn’t changed one bit, either. If he hasn’t changed, no way we’re patching things up. You think Theresia van Astrea would allow something as simpleminded as that?" Silence descended upon the hall as Heinkel’s curse persisted. The name he invoked was that of Wilhelm’s wife and Reinhard’s grandmother—
gpt
Heinkel:  "—My dead mother has cursed us, all three generations of Astreas. We’re not allowed forgiveness." The man called the prior Sword Saint, Theresia…his mother. That made him Reinhard’s father and Wilhelm’s son.
human
Subaru:  "Heinkel van Astrea…" Saying the name aloud, Subaru could feel its weight. He’d grasped who Heinkel really was. There was no mistake; the man before him carried the name of the Astrea family line—even though his character was nothing like the Astreas whom Subaru knew.
gpt
Heinkel:  "Don’t add van to it, brat. I never got the sword name."