conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s why you won’t destroy it, despite your relationship with the late queen.” The king had told me the recordings made by the magical tool couldn’t be duplicated or reproduced. This also meant that Salas couldn’t transfer certain recordings onto a different tool.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "False accusations."
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Is that so? In that case, let me investigate your safe."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “How many times are you going to make me say it? This safe contains important secrets regarding the government and foreign policy. If you want to search it, you’ll need permission from the House of Lords.”
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But that’s not going to happen, is it? You have dirt on pretty much every member of the House.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “They won’t grant your request, it’s true, but not because I have blackmailed them—simply because your accusations are baselessly incoherent.” Salas laughed in triumph.
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s why I’ve decided to invoke the Royal Prerogative.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Salas’s face suddenly went white. “Th-the Royal Prerogative?”
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You know what that is, right? A special power the king can invoke to overrule the House of Lords.” He was silent. "The Royal Prerogative will allow us to open that safe. When that happens, you’re finished.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Salas’s expression was grim. “The king can’t recklessly invoke something as significant as the Royal Prerogative. Do you really think he’ll risk it with no guarantee of finding anything?”
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I will provide that guarantee.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Dare I ask?” Salas no longer had his confident expression, but he wasn’t backing down yet.
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “‘Lady Lulu, this is wrong,’” I began to recite. “‘I know, Salas. But I’ll brave hell if it means being with you.’” Claire and Lilly wore dubious expressions. Salas’s face expressed nothing but shock. “‘We are sinners…but we shall be sinners together.’ ‘Ahh, Salas. My love…’ Shall I continue?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You…” Salas growled. The intellectual, refined gentleman had disappeared, leaving behind only a cornered criminal.
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I just recited the beginning of the conversation recorded in your magical tool. I would be happy to recite the entire thing. How about it?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You…why…?”
conversations.prefix: Salas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that this is enough detail to persuade the king. Now, Salas, what would you like to do? I recommend turning yourself in.” The Chancellor said nothing, his face wracked with fear. He was probably running through scenarios in his mind, trying to think of a way to avoid prison. However, I knew what he would do next. Finally, his face distorted. “If my crimes become public, House François will go down with me.”
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