human
Beatrice:  "You came to apologize, and that’s enough.” Beatrice’s lips twisted as Subaru tried to brush her away. “Why must I apologize to you, I wonder? Before anything else, I will not be leaving until that misunderstanding is cleared up.” Instead of leaving the room, she marched over to the bed.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru was about to pile on more complaints when… “—Hm?” Subaru watched as she crinkled her nose and tilted her head.
human
Beatrice:  If she just stayed quiet she’d look pretty adorable, but… Beatrice looked displeased at being stared at and covered her face, glaring at Subaru. “’Tis not just your dull face, I suppose, that is rotten. It is quite thick all around you.”
gpt
Subaru:  “—Huh?”
human
Beatrice:  “Perhaps I speak of the scent tickling my nose? It would be wise to avoid meeting the twins for a while.” Beatrice pinched her nose and waved with her free hand as if driving off an unpleasant scent.
gpt
Subaru:  “—” But Subaru’s mind couldn’t let go of the keyword scent. Scent. Certainly someone had used that word around the end of the third loo— “A smell coming from me…?”
human
Beatrice:  “—The scent of the witch. Perhaps your nose is broken?”
gpt
Subaru:  He remembered that word. He’d come across that piece of vocabulary only recently. So that meant— “The jealous witch?”
human
Beatrice:  “In today’s day and age, there is none other who would be called witch, I suppose.” Her statement, belittling him as a petty idiot, aroused only more questions in Subaru.
gpt
Subaru:  “Why is that scent coming from me?”
human
Beatrice:  “Who is to say? Perhaps the witch took a liking to you, or perhaps she hates the very sight of you. Either way, the witch giving you special treatment makes you attract trouble.” Beatrice slumped her shoulders, her gloomy behavior indicating any further talk about it was unwelcome.
gpt
Subaru:  Witch—a being shunned throughout the world to the point that the fairy tale “The Witch of Jealousy” would not record her name. But Subaru had no connection to the witch or the story; he’d read about it only in a book. Naturally, without any memory of having met the witch, he had no memory of how he might carry a lingering scent from her touch. —Rem had also said he stank of the witch, hadn’t she? He felt that the overwhelming hostility was related in part to the scent of the witch. If that was so, he’d earned her hatred through something he had no memory of; with one slander piled on another, she felt she had no choice but to silence him. Subaru, having grasped something that was wholly outside his control, sighed at length.