human
Subaru:  The villagers had understood long before: the unrest enveloping their village was not unrelated to Emilia, residing at the mansion of the lord of the land. They were not conveniently ignorant. It was only natural that they would reject Subaru’s plan.
gpt
Subaru:  “Hold on a minute! I’m sorry! I was wrong, and I apologize! But…”
human
Subaru:  “—” Accepting that his effort to convince them had failed, Subaru voiced an apology. At the same time, he realized something. Among the villagers, some lamented, some raged, some glared. Those negative actions were not caused by their difficult-to-resist fear of the Witch Cult. Their negative energy was trained not toward the Cult, but toward the half-elf who had yet to show herself.
gpt
Subaru:  “What makes you think that?! Don’t you realize it’s got nothing to do with half-elves or Emilia?”
human
Youth:  “How can it not be related?! The Witch Cult rampages against anything related to half-demons. Even the children of the village know that much! And yet, the lord not only shelters a half-demon, he nominates her to be the nation’s king! This is no joke!” The youth’s anger shocked Subaru; the near scream cut into him like a blade. His reaction made the youth’s eyes freeze over as he looked downward. But he did not amend his statement.
gpt
Subaru:  “—!”
human
Subaru:  "Is that what you all think? You think it’s all the fault of the half-elf in the mansion?” There was no reply. They seemed to think silence was more eloquent than anything they could say. These were the friendly villagers he’d spent so much time with. Though it had only been two short months, so many things had happened that Subaru felt deepened the friendship they shared with one another. That was why he had been so desperate to save them. He’d believed that they would accept his feelings without suspicion or doubt…and yet.
gpt
Subaru:  “This was just me getting ahead of myself again…?” He’d underestimated the deep-rooted fear of the Witch Cult planted in every human being of that world. Even people who believed in Subaru’s innate goodness could not defy the scars of history. That fact made Subaru weakly slump his shoulders—but the next moment, his shoulders were slapped from behind.
human
Ferris:  From very close, an individual patted Subaru’s shoulders, moving parallel to him while exhaling. "Raise your head—after all, Lady Crusch says you should never lower your sights.”
gpt
Subaru:  “You…”
human
Ferris:  "Do you think what you’re doing is wrong…? If you don’t think that, you don’t need to look down.” Ferris’s firm declaration surprised Subaru, coming from the last person he would have expected to console him. So, too, was he surprised at the memory that Ferris’s words spurred him to recall. They were words Crusch had actually spoken to Subaru, albeit during a different time around from the present.