conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Are you betraying me?!"
conversations.prefix: Clément:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "My master has always been Lady Catherine and none other. I have no recollection of ever serving you."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Unhand me! Unhand me right this instant, or else!"
conversations.prefix: Clément:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  The one restraining the man was Emma. The way she held him in place certainly didn’t look like something an ordinary maid would be trained to do.
conversations.prefix: Emma:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Emma? Catherine? What are you two doing here? Wait…" From their conversation, I pieced things together. "Then this man is…"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Yeah. Emma, take off the bracelet," Catherine said.
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes, my lady." Emma pulled the man’s bracelet off, causing his figure to warp before my eyes.
conversations.prefix: Emma:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Clément Achard? But how?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "He had a musician who could use magic ready to swap places with him just in case. Kind of like…castling magic, if that makes sense," Catherine answered, using a chess metaphor. She approached, wheeling her chair closer.
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Catherine, you fool! Have you forgotten who it was that raised you?!"
conversations.prefix: Clément:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "And I greatly appreciate all you’ve done for me, Father. But please, let’s put an end to this. Don’t drag the Achard name through the mud any more than you already have."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Nonsense!" He writhed in Emma’s hold, still trying to flee. "I am House Achard! So long as I’m alive, House Achard lives on!"
conversations.prefix: Clément:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "No, Father. Our house has been doomed for a long time now. Ever since that day ten years ago."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "…Ten years ago? Catherine, what are you saying?" I asked. I had a bad feeling that something I wouldn’t like was about to follow.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I must apologize to you, Claire."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "…Catherine?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Ten years ago, the one who killed Lady Melia, your mother…was me."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "…What?" I couldn’t make sense of her words for a moment. I was sure my ears had heard her correctly. But my heart just refused to understand. How? How could such a thing be possible?!
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What are you saying, Catherine? My mother died in an accident."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "That accident was arranged. I assassinated her on my father’s orders."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What…? No… No, I don’t understand!" Feeling terribly confused, I lifted my wand to point it at her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  She didn’t move, but just smiled. Smiled the same smile she always did. "On that day, the commoner carriage that collided with your parents’ carriage had me and three other assassins inside. After stopping your parents’ carriage in a way that looked like an accident, we attacked them. The one who stopped our attack was Lady Melia."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "My mother…?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I assume Master Dole’s magic isn’t suited for combat, as we only fought against Lady Melia. She sealed her carriage with Master Dole inside it using protection magic, then faced us empty-handed." She closed her eyes as though remembering the moment.
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "…And then?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "It was a draw, I suppose. Lady Melia was left unable to fight, but so were we. I injured my left leg and could no longer move. And then Lady Melia…died protecting me."
conversations.prefix: Catherine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "…What?
conversations.prefix: Claire: