conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “This happened right after Claire was born—” Dole was perhaps the most influential aristocrat in the country, second only to the royal family. If he wanted to talk, there were very few who’d dare interrupt him. Claire might, but etiquette made it difficult for her to talk over her father too. The best she could do was, as she had just done, redirect him when he took a breath here and there. Almost everything Dole had to say was a boast about his own achievements. As the Minister of Finance, he basically held the purse strings for the entire country. No legislation introduced by politicians or bureaucrats could get off the ground without Dole’s approval. He played a part in the establishment of every administrative policy, and, therefore, saw them as his own achievements. “Claire, you are still young…and a woman, so you may not understand this, but politics don’t conform to ideals.”
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conversations.value:  “Hm…” Claire said vaguely. She looked at me as if begging me to save her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Master Dole, what was Miss Claire like when she was little?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “She was just an angel! The most adorable being in existence!” I cast out the bait and Dole took it, hook, line, and sinker. He proceeded to ramble on in detail about Claire’s childhood, looking delighted.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
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conversations.value:  Misha pokes me in my side. “How can you speak so directly to Master Dole…?”
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Why not? He’s my future father-in-law.”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “And how can you joke about something like that?” Misha sighed. She looked exhausted. As a former aristocrat, unlike me, she couldn’t help feeling under pressure in Dole’s presence.
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conversations.value:  “Well,” Dole said, “I permit this commoner to speak with me because Claire permits her presence. Otherwise, we would never even be in the same carriage.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
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conversations.value:  “I am very grateful for the generosity of Your Excellency and Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Me:
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conversations.value:  “Mmm.” Dole seemed satisfied with my humble comment. “Claire, you have become quite friendly with this commoner, haven’t you? What a turn of events after you started off hating her so much.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I have no intentions of being friends with her…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Claire, your heart is too gentle for an aristocrat. Be careful with whom you show compassion,” Dole said bluntly. “Otherwise, history will repeat itself…like that traitor Aurousseau.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
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conversations.value:  “Father!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “After all those years, she turned out to be nothing but a disgusting whore. She should have been executed for conspiring with our enemies.” Claire looked like she was about to explode.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I tried to change the topic of conversation again, but—
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And she was having relations with her own brother too. The very thought of you being contaminated by proximity to that filth, Clai—”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s enough!” Claire cried.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Claire… You have a kind heart, but you cannot defend—”
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conversations.value:  “Father, be silent. If you say another word about Lene, I will never forgive you.” Claire pinned a deadly serious gaze on Dole, who was speechless. “It’s true that Lene’s actions were unforgivable. In this you are correct.
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