conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Y-you’d dare oppose the empire? !”
conversations.prefix: Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, dear, whatever are you saying? Are we not both merely students? Your name wouldn’t happen to be ‘Empire’ now, would it?” Claire asked—a bold provocation. She smirked wickedly, the very image of a villainess. The man she spoke to seemed at a loss for words. This clash unfolded at the educational institute run by the empire, the Imperial Academy.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Behind Claire, who stood with her arms folded, a small girl trembled on the ground—Philine.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “U-um…”
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s okay. Let Miss Claire handle this,” I whispered into Philine’s ear as I took her hand and helped her stand. She seemed confused but nodded for the time being.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Do you know who I am? !”
conversations.prefix: Man:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I beg your pardon, but I’ve only just transferred here today. I haven’t the slightest idea.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You…you won’t get away with this!” The man stammered words befitting a henchman as he glared daggers at us.
conversations.prefix: Man: