human
Wilhelm:  “I abandoned chivalry long ago. It is nothing you need concern yourself with, Sir Subaru.”
gpt
Subaru:  “But I’m the one who made you tag along and help with a surprise attack, so…”
human
Subaru:  It was a fact that the opponent was a heretic against whom honest, forthright measures were useless. Even so, asking others to cooperate in a cowardly scheme like this didn’t sit well with him at all.
gpt
Ferris:  “Well, Ferri didn’t mind at all, meow. Julius might have hated it…but I think he’s shrewd enough to accept it.”
human
Subaru:  “That’s why I didn’t want to tell him to do it. Well, I could sorta predict how you’d react, though.”
gpt
Ferris:  “Isn’t it better to be a little cowardly and have your friends live than to stick to chivalry and have them die, meow? Subawu, whether you or Julius is right is just a matter of your point of view.”
human
Ferris:  Having Ferris intervene was a big help. Wilhelm said nothing, whereas Mimi tilted her head as if she was wondering, Is there a problem with that…? She was a mercenary through and through.
gpt
TB:  Having finished looking around the area, the little cat-man walked over to Petelgeuse’s remains…and, without a moment’s hesitation, began fishing around in his pockets.
human
Subaru:  Subaru unwittingly gawked at the sight.
gpt
TB:  “Hmm, seems he wasn’t walking around with much on him…”
human
Subaru:  “H-hey, little guy, you’re checking a corpse’s pockets like it’s no big deal.”
gpt
TB:  “I am not ‘little guy,’ I am TB. And this is simply checking his belongings.” With a practiced hand, TB searched for the spoils of war deep inside the blood-smeared habit. Mimi did the same. In contrast to their cuddly appearances, the mercenary siblings really did things their own way.
human
TB:  The inside of the habit was surprisingly deep, making TB’s hand unexpectedly busy getting everything out. That said, the contents taken out were all mundane articles. “Field rations, lagmite ore… Ahh, he has a money pouch, too.”
gpt
Subaru:  “I’m surprised, his inventory’s filled with petite bourgeoisie stuff. So what, is pillaging a part of mercenary culture?”
human
TB:  “I believe that it’s normally ‘to the victor go the spoils’? …What…is this?” As he made the statement, TB, well-suited to the mercenary trade, had nearly finished his perusal when a black book drew his attention.
gpt
Subaru:  “Ah!” with a start. “That’s probably the book Petelgeuse called his Gospel.”
human
Mimi:  “Myuu! This is a Gospel?! Uwaa, I touched it!” When Subaru pointed it out, TB hurled the book away. He looked very much like a kitten as he bounced nervously.
gpt
Subaru:  Drawing a strained smile from Subaru as he picked up the book. “I know the owner was icky, but you shouldn’t mistreat a book. Not even a weird one like this.”
human
TB:  “D-don’t touch it. I think you should let go right now.