conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I shall now begin the poison testing." The attendant says by my side.
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conversations.value:  My appetite, already low because of the bland food, sank even lower at the mention of poison. I understood it was a necessity, though, given the pope’s status and the rumors. I couldn’t just use my detoxifying water magic either, as the empire had a poison called cantarella that was resistant to it. I’d been able to detoxify the old variant used on Thane, but if the variant Louie used—or a newer variant, for that matter—was mixed in my food, I’d be dead. It was easy to think magic was all-powerful, but it had its limits.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
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conversations.value:  The attendant who was testing my food for poison was a nun by the name of Sandrine. She took regular care of me as well. She seemed to be a fervent believer in the pope and had been doing this work since a young age. She looked like most other nuns, about the same height as me, her eyes soft and kind. I’d say she was in her twenties. She was also a bit thin, perhaps from this diet the clergy lived on. Come to think of it, every clergy member I had seen so far was on the thinner side.
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conversations.value:  "It’s safe." After trying a part of all my food, Sandrine returned to my side on standby.
conversations.prefix: Sandrine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Thank you, Sandrine."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
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conversations.value:  "Not at all. This is merely part of my duties." She says with a warm smile.
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conversations.value:  I felt a pang of guilt as I spooned the pottage into my mouth. Sandrine was unaware of the swap and still thought she was risking her life for the pope. If she were to be poisoned and die, it would be for some stranger she had never heard of. I didn’t quite like the thought of that.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Your first order of business will be meeting with Lady Riche to discuss the coming conference."
conversations.prefix: Sandrine:
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conversations.value:  "Understood." I didn’t meet very much with people, in part due to being a double. The majority of my work was handled by Riche. In fact, she did a lot of things, such as handling the conference preparations, collecting information the pope would need for the conference, and keeping me up to date on Claire and the real pope—as well as May and Aleah. It was thanks to her that I could focus on my role without those worries. I continued listening to Sandrine recite the day’s agenda while finishing my meal. Maybe I should ask for different options, I thought, as I moved to get changed. My heart sank when I thought about having to wear those heavy vestments for another day.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I think you’ve gained a little weight, Your Holiness."
conversations.prefix: Sandrine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Her words startled me. I shared the pope’s face, but our figures weren’t quite the same. "It must be because of the empire."
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