conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Those who value their life may flee…” she began. “Or, that’s what I originally intended to say, but the circumstances have changed. Forgive me, but you must all die.”
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
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conversations.value:  “Not if we can help it!” said Claire, launching a flame spear—a single massive one, just like the spell she’d fired at Ralaire’s mother all that time ago. However—
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conversations.value:  “Do you wish to be the first to die, Claire François?” Dorothea rushed forward, ignoring the flame spear and appearing before Claire.
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conversations.value:  “Ah!” Claire exclaimed.
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conversations.value:  “Pitfall!” I collapsed the ground under Dorothea’s feet, ruining her balance. Her blade swung a hair’s breadth short of Claire. “Be careful, Miss Claire. Magic doesn’t work on Dorothea.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “How could I have forgotten? This isn’t going to be an easy fight…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I agreed. Dorothea’s immunity to magic left us with little in the way of options. Indirect tactics like the pitfall I’d just made had worked, but direct attacks like flame spears or ice bullets had no effect whatsoever. The same went for Claire’s Magic Ray, of course.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Protect His Majesty!”
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Somebody heal the queen!” The escort soldiers quickly scrambled, but none of them dared to carelessly approach Dorothea. One false move meant death. They surrounded her instead, swords and spears pointed inward toward her.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You think common soldiers…are worthy of being my opponents? !” There was a gleam of black light as her pitch-black sword glided through the air, dropping the soldiers like flies, one after another.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae, heal Sister, quickly!” Claire yelled. “She’s the only one who can match Dorothea’s sword!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Her wounds are deep! I need more time!” I snapped. Dorothea was sly. She knew the only one who could hold their ground against her, Manaria, had a weakness. That was why she’d attacked me.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “This is enough. Let me go.”
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Lady Manaria… I can’t. You—”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “My soldiers are dying. As their ruler, how can I turn a blind eye and do nothing?” Manaria gripped her sword with her left hand and stood. It seemed her dominant right arm wasn’t working.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
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conversations.value:  “You can’t, Sister! You’re in no condition to fight her!” Claire protested.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Even so, I must. Dorothea was right. The moment she attacked, I prioritized Rae’s life over my own. In the grand scheme of things, that was clearly a mistake.” As queen of Sousse, Manaria should have prioritized herself over me. But she hadn’t. She had thrown herself into harm’s way for my sake. “I won’t make that mistake again. So, Claire. You need to protect Rae for me.”
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
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conversations.value:  “Sister…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Take her and run. I’ll buy you two some time.” Manaria’s face was pale, yet she smiled. It was a weak smile, so very unlike her.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
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conversations.value:  “Wait, Lady Manaria,” I said. “It’s too early to give up hope.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Always cracking the whip, Rae. Got another plan up your sleeve?”
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes. But we’ll need to buy as much time as possible.” I’d received some important news before the summit that I hoped would prove useful.
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