human
Subaru:  I’ve gotta put these thoughts in order. Subaru thought.
gpt
Subaru:  The muddying of thoughts and stirring of minds was Julius’s doing. He’d used some kind of magic to produce that situation, allowing him to convey the means of breaking the illusion. Think. Someone spread the flowers around inside the illusion. Several people are free of the illusion and are breaking through the vortex of thought. Still so many. So many still captured. Brain waves intermingled time and time again. But like thorns being removed or teeth being pulled, the number of thoughts was dropping. People were returning from the illusion’s evil hand to the real world. “At this rate, everyone shall be freed, and…” Subaru kept scratching at his thick sweat, enduring the ragged brain waves even the ringing in his ears could not blot out.
human
Subaru:  He brusquely wiped off the cold sweat dampening his brow, panting as he looked up to the sky.
gpt
Subaru:  “—!” He heard faint breathing.
human
Subaru:  The source was the sky, right above Subaru’s and Julius’s heads. There was a break in the forest canopy in which the sun was floating in the sky, and with that sun at its back, a figure in white landed at Subaru’s side.
gpt
Subaru:  “Oh, wai…!” The figure in white, face concealed by the white robe covering it from head to toe, was set to drag Subaru off without asking. Instantly, he instinctively realized that the person before his eyes was the caster of the illusion. Of course, the Witch Cult had to be involved. If Subaru was dragged off, the expeditionary force would lose its means of resisting the Unseen Hands.
human
Subaru:  “Shit! Wait, there’s no way anyone’s letting you do whatever you… Uu? !” The instant Subaru braced himself, trying to resist, his planted foot was swept away, sending Subaru flipping over, unable to even cry out.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Duaaa—! A cloth-rending cry and the unleashing of silver light interrupted the attempt. Stepping forward and pounding home a sword strike.
human
Wilhelm:  With the speed of a god, the Sword Devil unleashed his sword, seemingly to vent his rage at the one who had ensnared him in the spell. The arc traced by the slash was without mercy, set to run straight through the slender figure in white.
gpt
Figure in white:  “Wbah? !” The figure in white violently tossed Subaru into the grass and, with frightening dexterity, barely evaded the sword strike.