conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Frieda, you’re a living god. In other words, the most important figure in Melica’s religion, correct?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oui.”
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Is it really acceptable for such an important person to live alone in a place like this? No security or anything?” I wondered why there weren’t at least one or two security personnel living here under the guise of roommates. Of course, it was that same lack of security that had allowed us to even get to this point.
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, that. Well, you know…I am very strong.”
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You are indeed superb at close-quarter combat, but is it not a bit careless?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I do not wish to say. Leave it at that.” Frieda seemed uneasy and even less open to discussion than when she had been swinging her sword around earlier. I was curious as to why, but I doubted she would talk.
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Good luck on your investigation. Au revoir.”
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  With a lingering sense of unfinished business, we left Frieda’s place.
conversations.prefix: Me: