human
Beatrice:  “It cannot be… Betty’s power…was for this?”
gpt
Beatrice:  “Mother, from the beginning, you knew this would… Then not only this so-called archive but the Sanctuary…and Roswaal, and Ryuzu also…!” Resentfully, with tears in her eyes, Beatrice shook her head.
human
Echidna:  Echidna fell silent, narrowing her black eyes. Then the Witch stood up, gently offering her daughter the single tome that had been resting on her desk. “This is…”
gpt
Echidna:  “An imperfect copy of my Authority. This is the book of knowledge. I have not completely analyzed the methodology behind that magic tome, but it should suffice as a simple guidepost in showing the way to the bearer’s future.”
human
Beatrice:  The ring of those words, a magic tome guiding the way to the future, made Beatrice draw in her breath as she accepted the book.
gpt
Beatrice:  If she’d had this before, leading her onto the proper path, would the words she was hearing from her mother that very moment, and what she should do next, be written within?
human
Echidna:  “There are two copies. The first, I give to you, and the second, I will give to Roswaal. He should make the proper arrangements henceforth. I am sorry this is so arbitrary, but I want you to do as I say.”
gpt
Beatrice:  When Beatrice took in all of Mother’s words, she realized it was already too late.
human
Beatrice:  No matter how much Beatrice cried, clung, and wailed don’t go, her mother would not change her ways.
gpt
Echidna:  —For Echidna, the Witch of Greed, had chosen to be a Witch ahead of being a mother. “Let us speak about your term as guardian of the archive. Even if I do not return, the archive must be opened to someone at some point. The one suitable to inherit my knowledge will surely come one day. You will know when the time has come.”
human
Beatrice:  “Come for Betty…?”
gpt
Echidna:  “As a placeholder, let us use the words That Person. Your term will last until That Person arrives at the archive of forbidden books and tells you that your duty has come to an end—this is my final request.”
human
Beatrice:  Her final request—the ring of those words made Beatrice look up at Echidna’s black eyes once more.
gpt
Beatrice:  Her mother’s…expression was ever-unchanged. And yet, for the briefest of moments, an unknown emotion passed over it.
human
Echidna:  “Betty—be well.”