human
Regulus:  "—Yes, that’s it exactly. As I thought, white really suits you."
gpt
Emilia:  “…Thank you…”
human
Regulus:  Regulus responded cheerfully to seeing Emilia in her new white dress. After getting dressed by #184, she had been led from the changing room to Regulus’s room, where he was waiting.
gpt
Emilia:  This room was adorned with a twisted splendor far removed from the building’s overall cold feeling. Emilia furrowed her brow slightly, chalking it up to Regulus’s tastes.
human
Regulus:  Noticing Emilia’s gaze, he lightly plucked at his collar. "Our wedding is a special occasion, after all. I considered wearing my standard, unadorned outfit, but I would never think to embarrass you with a pointless fixation. Consideration for each other, a mutual give-and-take—that’s the ideal relationship between a husband and wife. And of course, you needn’t worry yourself about troubling me over something as minor as this. I just want you to understand the depths of my generosity and willingness to change myself to a reasonable degree for your sake."
gpt
Emilia:  As far as Emilia could follow, the basic content of what he was saying was entirely reasonable, but for some reason, she could not help but hesitate a bit before nodding along. One thing she could say for sure was that he was unmistakably one of the Witch Cult Archbishops. It was clear enough from the broadcast and what #184 had said, and understanding that and then actually standing across from him again in person, it was impossible to ignore the bizarre presence he had. Her instincts were screaming out in her head. They were telling her that an immense threat to her life was standing there before her. And that reality caused her soul—as it would cause any person’s—to cower and want to plead for mercy. That was why he felt so abnormal.
human
Regulus:  "You look down. A sunken look does not suit your face at all… No, this complex expression is cute in its own way, but it isn’t your best look. Is there something troubling you?"
gpt
Emilia:  Emilia froze as Regulus casually touched her cheek. She had not thought that she had looked away, but he had closed the wide gap between them in the blink of an eye.
human
Regulus:  Regulus closed one eye as he examined Emilia’s still-tense expression. "#184, did something happen while she was getting dressed?" Regulus pressed the woman standing next to Emilia when Emilia did not immediately respond.
gpt
#184:  “…Apologies, but perhaps it might be the effect of Lady Capella’s most recent broadcast."
human
Regulus:  "Broadcast? Ah, that. I just ignored it, since that animalistic reprobate’s voice is as grating as ever, but I see—hearing that for the first time could certainly upset a girl."