conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I wi—” Manaria started, but she was interrupted by a deep rumbling sound.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Earthquake?! ” Alarm ran through the assembled crowd, but it faded as they realized it wasn’t the ground that was shaking. It was the Scales of Love.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I watched as the branch I’d placed on the Scales suddenly sprouted new buds. It didn’t stop there. Roots burst from the other end, and in a matter of moments, the single branch had become a full-grown tree whose weight tilted the Scales back the other way.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “The Flower of Flora lost…? What is this branch…?” Manaria muttered, dumbfounded.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The Branch of Eternal Love,” I answered. These were not the intertwined branches described in Bai Juyi’s Song of Everlasting Sorrow, but they were similar. The Branch of Eternal Love was a rare drop from a powerful monster known as the Tree of Eternal Love, which lived deep in the forest behind the hall where this ceremony was held. The Tree of Eternal Love was nearly immune to magic, but it did have one weakness: slime solution could corrode its bark. With the help of my familiar, Ralaire, I’d gone on a desperate hunt through the forest and procured a branch just in time.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “The Flower of Flora isn’t the heaviest offering possible…?” As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, it was my knowledge of the game that had led me to the Branch. There was a Scales of Love episode in Revolution, and while you could complete the quest with the Flower of Flora, the Branch of Eternal Love was a special, secret item that could be offered instead. If you happened to secure the Branch for your offering, you unlocked a bonus image for your gallery.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire,” I called out to my dumbfounded love.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Whether or not these divine Scales recognize it, I love you. No matter who I lose to, I will continue to love only you. So—” I stood in front of Claire and took her hand, “will you let me return to your side not as your maid but as your partner?” It was the first time I’d articulated my hope that Claire would love me back. And I’d done it in my own words, not those from a poem. I hadn’t initially planned to use my knowledge of the Branch of Eternal Love. It often felt unfair to rely on knowledge from my previous life, even against an opponent as detestable as Manaria. But then I’d realized I couldn’t hold back. Love is a battlefield, they used to say in my previous world. Love couldn’t be rationalized or reasoned with. If I wanted Claire to be mine, I had to do whatever it took to show her.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You…are really…” Tears welled in Claire’s eyes.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I feared what they meant. But then…she smiled.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Ah ha ha!” Manaria’s merry laugh interrupted the moment.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Lady Manaria, please read the room,” I said. “You’re ruining the moment.”
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Nope. I’ve decided I want you."
conversations.prefix: Manaria: