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conversations.value:  And then the incident happened. The whole thing was concluded to be a carriage accident, but I knew better—it had been an assassination, plotted by House Achard. My memory of the incident itself was unclear, but I could never forget what Marquess Achard said to me when I returned to my duties.
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conversations.value:  “Ah, so you lived. Such a shame.”
conversations.prefix: Marquess Achard:
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conversations.value:  Not killing him in that very moment was both my greatest regret in life and the most important decision I’d ever made. I could have used my influence to have him secretly assassinated in turn, but I chose not to. I held myself to a higher standard. Returning to being the conceited noble I once was would make everything meaningless. It would make Melia’s death meaningless. I chose not to give in to my rage. It was only then that I truly understood the weight of the ideals Melia spoke of, and how cruel they could be. I began to plan a different form of revenge. I decided I would purge the corrupt system of nobility as a whole. House Achard and the rest—all of it. That goal became the only thing I lived for. Since then, I’d done much to make myself deserving of the things people whispered about me. Before I knew it, I’d become a villain to rival Marquess Achard. I committed wicked deeds but made sure I never fell into the grip of vice—though the temptation had anguished me numerous times. Now, at last, I was nearing my goal. It would take one more step… Just one more step.
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conversations.value:  “It won’t be long now, my love. We shall meet again, soon.” As soon as I said those words, I thought better of it. Melia was virtuous and noble. A man steeped in sin, like me, was not meant for the pearly gates she’d passed through. Men like me were destined for hell.
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conversations.value:  “Ah. Perhaps I won’t be seeing you again after all, Melia.” The thought was a little…no, greatly disheartening. But I could not change my course now. I had to see things through.
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conversations.value:  “At the very least…let Claire come out of this unscathed.” I had entrusted my daughter to Rae. Rae swore she would protect her, but I couldn’t help but worry. Claire took after Melia greatly. Far too much, in fact. Would she allow herself to live on in disgrace?
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conversations.value:  “It seems I have no choice but to stake it all on you, Rae Taylor.” Rae Taylor was an enigma of a girl who claimed to be from another world. I found that hard to believe, of course, but her achievements were undeniable. She was different somehow, and she was slowly becoming someone irreplaceable to my daughter. Perhaps she could change the fate my Claire was headed toward?
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conversations.value:  “…I could wish for nothing more.” It was my wish that my daughter live on, not be martyred for her ideals. Seeing someone die for their ideals once was more than enough for me.
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