human
Rem:  "I reported the covert maneuverings of the Witch Cult to the Knights’ garrison. By invoking Master Roswaal’s name, I was not dismissed immediately at the gate, but…" Her awkward wording and frail tone of her voice for the latter half pretty much told Subaru how that had gone down.
gpt
Rem:  Roswaal’s servant, was more likely to be successful in spurring the Knights to action than Subaru, who had a grudge against them. Trying to exploit that was his final act of resistance, but…
human
Subaru:  “They didn’t give you a good answer?”
gpt
Rem:  “…It would seem that the Knights have a jumble of similar reports. Few concrete details are known about the Witch Cult’s underpinnings, and apparently an endless stream of tips constantly flows in with no practical way to verify it.”
human
Subaru:  “Ahh, I get it now. This is seriously like back when they had real witch trials… It ain’t much of a joke if that’s how the Witch Cult actually hides itself.”
gpt
Subaru:  The sheer number of people afraid of the Witch Cult lurking nearby gave birth to imaginary phantoms in every corner of the land. Those fears took form as tips to the Knights, dragging down the value of any real leads as a result. That seemed backward somehow. Both the arrogance of the Knights and the vileness of the Witch Cult were at fault.
human
Subaru:  The Knights should have been rigorously checking out any and all potential leads related to the Witch Cult, considering how they were a blight to all. With that, Subaru understood that all his plays had failed.
gpt
Subaru:  “If gathering reinforcements isn’t possible… I hate it, but there’s no avoiding it.”
human
Rem:  “What will you do?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Goes without saying. We head back to the mansion and get Emilia and Ram out of there. We’ll bring them here to the capital or wherever Roswaal went off to—the destination doesn’t matter. Anyway, where they are now is dangerous.” Petelgeuse’s loud laughter came back to life in the back of his head. Subaru’s fist trembled in frustration.
human
Subaru:  Even if he wanted nothing more than to pulverize that bastard’s skeletal face, he didn’t have the means. Even if he did choose to take on the enemy with his current resources, it would invariably entail putting Rem at the tip of the spear. —He would avoid that at all costs.
gpt
Subaru:  Getting Rem hurt because of Subaru’s thoughts and actions was unthinkable. He couldn’t bear it. If he couldn’t drum up the strength to battle Petelgeuse, taking them on was unthinkable. Any option that meant losing Rem was out. Even then, bloodlust made his insides seethe. The inexhaustible hatred was like a curse echoing over and over inside his skull.
human
Rem:  “Excuse me, Subaru. Actually, about the dragon carriage needed to return to the mansion…”
gpt
Subaru:  “—It’s tough to get one, you mean? In that case…” While Subaru’s blood boiled, Rem broached a topic that seemed difficult for her to bring up. He nodded at her concern and revealed the paper Anastasia had handed him.