conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “My blood is for Miss Claire. Every beat of my glass heart is for Miss Claire. Miss Claire, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What in the world are you doing?!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, please concentrate!”
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What are you playing at?” Louie said inquisitively, plodding forward through Misha and Claire’s attacks.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I had no intention of answering him. The spell I was chanting sounded strange to others, but I concentrated only on what I needed to do. A loud rumble rose somewhere far away. The ship swayed violently.
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is that…?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, don’t stop!” But that moment of hesitation had been enough. Louie closed in on Claire and swung his sword at her. Without thinking, I stopped chanting and hit him with water bombs. “Miss Claire!” I was too late—but she didn’t need my help. Something repelled the sword and turned its tip aside. Claire seized that chance to regroup and resume her barrage of fire bombs, driving Louie back once more to give herself space. I was so anxious I thought my heart might stop, but I went back to work. The sound grew louder and the swaying more violent. And then—the door burst off its hinges. A torrent of seawater surged in, carrying with it a flood of swords.
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Misha, Miss Claire! Use your magic to stab Louie with those swords!” There was no reply, but they both worked fast. Instantly switching from bombs to propulsion, Claire used explosions and Misha used wind to drive the swords carried in by the water at Louie. I joined them. “Unlimited Claireworks!”
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Louie desperately tried to ward off the swords, but there were too many. He collapsed on the ground, run through from every side. As we watched, his tattered body began to shrink back to human size. “I…lost…?” There was no sadness in his voice, just pure disbelief.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “But how?”
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I have no obligation to answer.” I wanted to get out of here immediately.
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I want to know too. What happened?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Me too…”
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This room was sealed off by a barrier, but it wasn’t being cast by anyone. It came from a scroll, which meant it could only last so long.” That’s why I’d had us rain down a barrage of magic bombs under the pretense of holding off Louie. In actuality, we had worn down the barrier. “Misha, I had to scout for a spot free of enemies because that’s where the swords would be.”
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Are these silver weapons?”
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes.” Silver was extremely effective against the undead. The creatures on this ship had unconsciously given it a wide berth, which was why I’d had her scan for a place free of them. “How did you know those swords were on the ship?”
conversations.prefix: Ilya:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Remember what we heard in town? A ship full of aristocrats who came here for the Undead Sending went missing.” And Louie said himself who he had “borrowed” this ship from.
conversations.prefix: Ilya: