conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I do not think you the type to lie.” The conference opened with this intense exchange. The atmosphere in the hall grew tense, everybody sitting on the edge of their seat.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Dorothea suddenly erupted into laughter. “The current pope is amusing indeed! I’ve taken a liking to you!”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Thank you very much.” Both sides, the empire and the church, heaved a sigh of relief as the tension dissipated.
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I have no interest in taking your life. There’s nothing to gain in the church’s enmity. I guarantee your safety as long you remain in my empire.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Thank you for your reassuring words. Shall we begin?” As planned, I extended my hand below the half-raised blind.
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Dorothea met my hand and gripped it. Hard. Really hard—ow! “Hmm… I see.” For reasons beyond me, Dorothea wore a knowing sneer. The discussion continued smoothly after that. The pope admonished the empire for their aggression while Dorothea objected, demanding the pope stay out of their domestic affairs. I sat alert, but nothing of note occurred. Only near the very end did something unexpected happen.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “On another note, is it customary for you to use a proxy when meeting with dignitaries? Don’t you think it a little insulting, even with your life being targeted?” Dorothea sneered. The conference hall lurched into its most intense state of apprehension yet. Was the jig up?
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What do you mean?” the pope asked.
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “So you choose to feign ignorance? Fine. I’ll overlook it. But I can’t do the same for that woman.” Dorothea looked to the side of the blind and smiled—directly at Riche. “You must be wondering why your magic tool won’t activate.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Wh-whatever are you talking about?” Riche responded.
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That ring you’ve been trying to activate is a magic tool, is it not? I’m sorry to inform you that it’s not going to work.”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Wh-what?”
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Your hint proved useful after all, Rae Taylor.” Dorothea looked back at the blind and grinned. Riche did the same, but with a face bitterly warped.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m sorry, Lady Riche. I had the teleportation magic tool you tried to bring swapped out.”
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Y-you!” Riche’s face twisted with indignation. It seemed she was behind the plot after all. “H-how did you know?”
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Your behavior after Sandrine’s attempted assassination was odd. You called the rosary the weapon, but you never saw the rosary itself.”
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “B-but the marks around your neck made it obvious!”
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You’d think of a cord or a rope, then. A rosary is quite a leap of logic.”
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Riche bit her lip in frustration, trapped by her own mistake. “I see… So you had already figured it out. Then the order you gave at the time was to seek retribution against me?”
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Not at all. I really hoped I suspected you wrongly and that I could trust you.”
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re naive. If I were you, I would have had me killed at the moment of doubt.”
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I couldn’t. Not Yu’s mother.”
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You…” Riche’s eyes widened.
conversations.prefix: Riche: