human
Garfiel:  Some kidnapper had brought Shima into the facility, lying in wait as he came searching for her. Knowing that much, he ought to have been cautious, but Garfiel was nothing if not bold and impetuous. If it was a trap, he’d crush it underfoot; if a scheme, he’d clamp his jaws and shatter it. —His conclusion was plain and simple. "Old hag! Old hag—! !"
gpt
Garfiel:  Surely, there was no reason to inflict harm upon her. He could surmise no reason to do so. At the very least, she’d served the other party tea. Even if the opponent was some strategist with a devilish mind at work— "" Hearing no reply, Garfiel set foot into the chamber, resting his eyes upon the so-called magic crystal. In its blue light, there was a girl hugging her knees sealed within. This was the girl from which all the replicas originated—Ryuzu Meyer. Garfiel felt bad about the presence of the girl, one he took for granted, which he could call neither materials nor a corpse. He felt himself reflected in that presence: already ended, yet continuing to exist. Perhaps it was because her existence jabbed deeply into his chest that he was slow to respond to the footsteps behind him. "Who—? !" Turning around and raising his voice, he immediately scolded himself for the stupid question. There was only one sort of person who would show up at that time and place. In other words, the presence belonged to Subaru Natsuki—
human
Third-Rate:  "—I am terribly sorry I cannot live up to your expectations." The whisper in his ear and the pat on his shoulder sent Garfiel into shock. In other words, this was proof he had been approached from the opposite direction of the footsteps he had heard. And the one who had done this was— "The host of the banquet is absent. May I serve you in his place?" Speaking these words, the gentleman with delicate features bowed, touching his hat to his chest. He remembered his face. His face was all he remembered. He did not remember his name. That was why Garfiel called him Third-Rate.
gpt
Garfiel:  "Why are you…where is that bastard…?" His surprise over the young man’s emergence undiminished, Garfiel searched the room for any sight of Subaru. The young man was unexpected, but he could guess who’d set this up. Of course, the uproar over Emilia’s absence was a pack of lies, too; the shaken look on his face, and all the rest, was purely the product of acting—
human
Third-Rate:  "Actually, this circumstance truly was unexpected."
gpt
Garfiel:  "—Huh?"
human
Third-Rate:  "It truly was our blunder to let Lady Emilia slip out while our eyes were turned. To be blunt, I am tempted to wonder if even my fortune is so poor. However…" Cutting off his words at that point, the young man returned the hat in his hand back to his head. After that, he rubbed his own nose with his finger, making what seemed like a blushy smile.