human
Subaru:  “…” The fact he had killed Petelgeuse and the fact he had been killed by Petelgeuse were engraved into his own heart, never to be forgotten.
gpt
Beatrice:  Still staring at the book in Subaru’s hand, she seemed to whisper to it instead of responding to his words. “Geuse…have you also…left Betty behind, I wonder?”
human
Subaru:  “—? Who’s that?”
gpt
Beatrice:  “…No one at all. More importantly…if you killed him, what happened to the Archbishop of the Seven Deadly…to Sloth’s Witch Factor?”
human
Subaru:  “Witch…Factor…?” Subaru shows his incomprehension.
gpt
Beatrice:  Subaru’s bewilderment made Beatrice lower her face, confusion resting in her eyes once more.
human
Subaru:  “Hey, you can’t just toss jargon onto a guy who doesn’t understand the circumstances. What the heck is that Witch Factor stuff? Honestly, I have a feeling it’s nothing good.”
gpt
Beatrice:  “You do not know? Could you truly not? If that is so, for what purpose did you kill Sloth…? Furthermore, what was Roswaal doing…?”
human
Subaru:  “All I did was smother the embers someone tossed my way! As for Roswaal, that bastard’s in the Sanctuary! What’s he thinking? That’s what I wanna ask you, damn it!” Subaru shouted, practically bellowing in impatience as they talked past each other.
gpt
Beatrice:  all emotion was instantly gone from her face. Beatrice gave a long, deep sigh.
human
Beatrice:  “—Are all the answers you seek…in the Sanctuary, I wonder?”
gpt
Subaru:  “What?”
human
Beatrice:  “Roswaal’s scheme, the meaning of the Gospel, even about the Witch Factor…if you desire answers to all these, go there. Will the half-beast girl show you the way, I wonder?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Wait a sec! What’s this all of a sudden? You were acting so high and mighty all that time, what made you decide to talk all of a sudden? Besides, even without going to the Sanctuary, you could…”
human
Beatrice:  “—Betty shall not speak of it. Betty has a right…not to speak of it.”
gpt
Subaru:  The obstinate answer silenced Subaru. “—?! You’re planning to push me away again?! Again, just like before? !” From behind, in the direction of the door to the archive, he felt a supernatural force twist the air to create wind pressure.