human
Garfiel:  That moment, what was important to him was fulfilling his role—by beating the opponent before his eyes to a pulp. —In so doing, he would prove the Sanctuary’s mightiest shield could fulfill that role even in the outside world.
gpt
Garfiel:  “You truly are marvelous… But that makes this more the pity.”
human
Garfiel:  “The hell you talkin’ about? !”
gpt
Elsa:  “Right now, your attention is directed toward me and nothing else. I wonder, how are your older sister and the others faring? You’ve been wondering the whole time, haven’t you?” Elsa’s comment concerned Frederica as well as Subaru and Otto as they scurried across the mansion. She wasn’t wrong. Certainly, Garfiel was worried for his friends. He could not deny that they’d remained in the corner of his mind throughout the fight.
human
Elsa:  “I wonder, if the cause of your fear was cut away, would you look at me and only me? —In any case, your friends cannot escape from this mansion. You’ve realized this, too, haven’t you?”
gpt
Garfiel:  “…Seems like there are demon beasts crawlin’ all over this place. The work of your little helper, huh?”
human
Elsa:  “My little sister. So long as her perimeter is intact, there is no way to escape. She worked hard and brought an entire horde of demon beasts. At this point, everyone could very well have been eaten down to the last morsel.” The entirety of Roswaal Manor was buried in disgusting scents and auras. He’d heard beforehand of the existence of a Beast Master who controlled demon beasts. Subaru and company must have tried using that repel crystal for barriers as a countermeasure, but the beasts still remained in the mansion that very moment. He knew from the faint tremors reaching his eardrums and what he could pick up from their auras. In other words, some kind of unforeseen problem had arisen. It no doubt had something to do with Elsa’s little sister, the Beast Master he had yet to personally lay eyes on. The more he thought about it, the deeper he sank into worry.
gpt
Elsa:  “Really, you want to rush over to your friends this very moment, don’t you? Not that I’ll let you…but if the nervousness is dulling your fangs, that is very, very disappointing.” Garfiel, too, understood a warrior’s desire to battle an enemy at their finest. But Elsa was different. She thought like a huntress, using every power at her disposal to take down her prey. Considering her way of thinking, she probably thought the current situation put Garfiel at a disadvantage.