human
Anastasia:  "I can’t comment on your connection with that Witch, and I’m grateful to at least get a little more information. But…"
gpt
Subaru:  "But?" Subaru furrowed his brow, his uncertainty about what he really thought leaving a bad taste in his mouth.
human
Anastasia:  "The cultists went out of their way to demand it on the broadcast. Maybe they just didn’t know the book had been burned, but…I think we should consider other possibilities." Anastasia gently talked around the point as Subaru looked down.
gpt
Subaru:  It did not exist; that was what Subaru wanted to believe: The book of knowledge did not currently exist. If that was a lie, it would mean Echidna had lied to Subaru again. And while he could not explain why, that would make him feel disappointed for some reason.
human
Anastasia:  "—Natsuki." Anastasia’s voice pulled him back as he slipped into a sea of thoughts.
gpt
Subaru:  "Ah, my bad. Um, so what’s left is…"
human
Anastasia:  "There’s still the Witch’s bones, but we can just leave that for now. The city hasn’t been sunk, which is proof enough they don’t have the bones yet…though it doesn’t tell us anything about Mr. Kiritaka’s current status."
gpt
Subaru:  "Yeah…and the last demand was…"
human
Anastasia:  "—‘The silver-haired maiden’s wedding.’" Anastasia supplied the words Subaru struggled to say. Her gaze bore only a simple question. There was no particularly deep meaning to it, just a doubt born of not being able to grasp what his aim was.
gpt
Subaru:  There was no one who could fail to guess who ‘the silver-haired maiden’ meant. As for why the cultists insisted on that demand—
human
Subaru:  "That bastard doesn’t have any ulterior motive or anything. He absolutely meant it exactly how it sounds. He’s serious about putting on a wedding."
gpt
Anastasia:  "…With everything going on here?"
human
Subaru:  "He’s an Archbishop of the Witch Cult. He’d do what he wanted in the middle of Armageddon. They all would. And what pisses me off even more is he has the strength to make it happen." The image of the white-haired man carrying Emilia under his arm flashed through his head. When he was taking her away, he had insisted that all that mattered was appearance. A villain with nothing less than a loathsome level of transcendent strength—the Archbishop of Greed, Regulus Corneas.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru could not say exactly who was responsible for the other demands, but he could confidently say that the marriage demand was 100 percent Greed’s. "That freaking nutjob… No, I guess that fits all of them. Beatrice, the book of knowledge that may or may not even exist anymore, the fate of this whole city, and Emilia! You think I’d let them have anything?! Over my dead body!"
human
Subaru:  It was hard to believe they could concoct a more insane setup. The only explanation he could come up with was that they were all, every last one of them, living under some different idea of rationality or common sense, some extradimensional way of thinking.