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conversations.value:  "I’m sure they’re giving you the best quality ingredients out of consideration for you.” Thankfully, she explained away the difference herself. Whew.
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conversations.value:  "I’ll do the buttons on your back." She said as she moved behind me. It was annoying how you couldn’t don these vestments alone. The buttons were too far back to reach. Maybe I could get Broumet to start selling zippers…
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conversations.value:  "I graciously thank thee for bestowing the honor of touching Her Holiness’s body." She whispered from behind me. Every time she touched me, she offered her gratitude to God and kissed her rosary. No doubt, she was doing it today as well. But she was taking an unusually long time.
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conversations.value:  "Is something wrong?"
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conversations.value:  Suddenly, I felt the presence of strong magic behind me. I tried to turn, but I found my neck compressed, unable to breathe. Something thin and cord-like had wrapped around my throat. "San…dri…ne…why?!" I abandoned searching for an answer and devoted myself to finding a way out of my predicament. Survival first—interrogation later. I summoned a bead of magic as fast as I could behind my back and fired, sending Sandrine flying straight to the wall. I gasped for air while eyeing Sandrine warily. Her gentle expression was nowhere to be seen, her eyes now glazed over and her hands gripping a rosary. That rosary—it had to be what had choked me. Any normal cord should have snapped; I suspected it had been specifically made to double as a garrote. In fact, some strange light emanated from it—was it a magic tool? Interrupting my thoughts, Sandrine charged, cord in hand. But she was slow. She expected to be facing the physically frail pope. "Gotcha." I grabbed her right wrist and twisted it, applying pressure on the joint. I’d figured it was about time I learned some practical combat skills, so I’d had Claire teach me the basics of martial arts. Sandrine resisted for a while, but she gasped with pain and released the cord. "Sleep." I pressed my fingertip to her forehead and cast another of my trademark water spells, the same one I’d used on Claire during the Commoner Movement. It was strong enough to make even the magic-resistant Claire faint—so of course, there was no way a simple nun like Sandrine could resist. "Phew…" I was out of the woods. I picked up the rosary and thought about calling for someone when—
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