conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Welcome, Rae.” Dorothea, whom I hadn’t seen since the conference with the pope, seemed to be in a rather good mood as she greeted me. I had been invited to the Imperial Castle’s audience chamber. Dorothea sat atop her throne clad in her usual armor with two swords by her side. Her sharp, composed gaze homed in on me, matched by a faintly amused smirk.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What brings you here today? Have you finally decided to pledge your services to me?”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No. I’m here to discuss improving the empire’s food situation, Your Majesty.” I rejected her invitation for what felt like the umpteenth time, getting straight to the point.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  She made no effort to hide her displeasure as she grimaced. “How dull. Don’t bother—food’s only purpose is to nourish soldiers.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I see. Well, let’s put that aside for now. Here, take a look at this.” I took something resembling a biscuit from my bag.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hm? What is this?”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s a ration packed with nutrients that combatants need. Please, try it.” Provisions—in other words, military rations—was food that soldiers ate.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hmm. I see…”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Your Majesty, you mustn’t,” said the man beside her. “Please, let the poison taster try it first.”
conversations.prefix: Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Silence, old man. Rae is not one to use such underhanded tricks.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s not the issue! Your own safety is at risk!” The elderly man, who I assumed to be Dorothea’s manservant, shouted until he was blue in the face. He was right; the Empress had no business eating unknown foodstuffs so carelessly.
conversations.prefix: Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “How about I eat half first?” I offered.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Humph. Please do. I’m sorry about the old man.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I ate half the biscuit. I tasted sweetness—not just from sugar but from dry fruits as well—alongside the richness of butter. I’d asked the cafeteria ladies to help make this special biscuit for me. It was similar to the empire’s official military rations, but it had more sugar and butter, as well as the dried fruits. Not only did it taste better, but it also had more calories and was nutrient-dense.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Humph. It’s good."
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Here’s the recipe, and here’s an estimation for ingredients and labor cost.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Quite cheap. But even if it tastes good, it isn’t better than what we already have,” she said disapprovingly. It seemed she didn’t get it yet.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I wonder about that. Compared to your current field provisions, this is three times more nutritious at the same weight. And as you’ve said yourself, the flavor is noticeably better.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hmm… So it would incur no extra transport costs while improving morale. Humph. Not bad.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “This is but one example. We can make different types as well.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Very well. Rae Taylor, I’ll leave production to you. Use any personnel as you see fit.” Huh? No way, I thought.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea: