human
Beatrice:  Beatrice landed with an elegant flutter of the hem of her skirt, turning her head and sending a snort Subaru’s way. “Do you see what happens when you get carried away with frivolity, I wonder?”
gpt
Subaru:  “That’s not the only thing I saw. They’re white!”
human
Beatrice:  “—. —?! Take this, would you? !”
gpt
Subaru:  “Brfhh!” Subaru took the second shot right between the eyes, sending him flying into a corner of the archive like a rag doll. He rolled head over heels before slamming into a bookshelf, bringing heavy books down upon his head. He crawled his way out of the mountain of books, tears in his eyes from the many bumps and bruises.
human
Subaru:  “The friendship gauge goes down just a little and I get this?! If you’re not happy with something, just say it, geez!”
gpt
Beatrice:  “Being picked up like a little child, spun around in midair, having my panties seen, you speaking superficially lovey-dovey words, all of it! Is your entire existence a nuisance, I wonder? !”
human
Subaru:  “Hey, don’t put down my existence; that’s really sad stuff! I’m trying not to be a masochist here!” Subaru hoped to find ways to improve himself, just like he’d found a chance to improve his circumstances. Just because I’m powerless doesn’t mean I have to be helpless, too, Subaru thought, nodding at his own internal rebuke. “Anyway, the situation’s a lot better than it was. It’ll be hard waiting out the night, but tomorrow I’m heading to the village.” Let’s find out who this shaman really is, he thought. That’d probably mean going with either Ram or Rem. Considering they both had combat strength, it was a natural choice in case he ended up duking it out with the shaman then and there. If he could get rid of the vile shaman and raise his friendship gauge with both girls in the process, that’d be the grand finale bringing his first week at Roswaal Manor to a successful conclusion. “Now that I think back on it, I sure went through a lot…” He knew it was speaking too soon, but it was a light at the end of the tunnel even so. Surely no one could blame Subaru for feeling that way. Shouldn’t you be thinking of something else? he wondered. Looking up meant missing that which was right at his feet, didn’t it? Subaru, a man of little nerve and much wariness, suddenly remembered… “The scent…of the witch…”
gpt
Beatrice:  “What do you mean, I wonder?”
human
Subaru:  “Right, the witch. Rem mentioned her. You did, too, Beako.” The moment the word witch formed on his lips, he remembered the various places he had encountered it. The witch was often treated as an abominable being by the residents of that world, but Subaru’s only clue as to why was the broad outline given in the children’s story “The Witch of Jealousy.” That really bothered him all of a sudden.