conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "The pope and her entourage have been attacked by a pack of monsters! Requesting aid!" Everyone snapped to attention.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "How many, how strong?!" Claire swiftly asked.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "About ten mid-strength monsters!"
conversations.prefix: Someone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Dispatch security units one through three. The rest are to stay and defend the gate." Under Claire’s orders, the reinforcements quickly assembled.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Will you go for me, Rae?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "If that is your order."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Go. I’m counting on you."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Yes, ma’am!" I joined the reinforcements, which consisted of about fifty soldier priests from the empire’s church and a hundred imperial soldiers. I was the only Bauer student. Sped up by those who could wield wind magic, we took off from the city at a blinding pace.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "They’re in sight!" a voice exclaimed from the front. Ahead, the pope and her entourage were encircled by monsters, barely managing to defend themselves with a perimeter defense.
conversations.prefix: Someone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Attack!" the leader of the reinforcements ordered. Most of our units were composed of mages, but I spotted some swordsmen in the front. The mages in the back rained down magic, instantly taking out a third of the monsters, which were too distracted by the prey in front of them.
conversations.prefix: Leader:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Don’t let up!" The military escorts guarding the pope promptly repositioned to catch the monsters in a pincer attack. The number of fiends rapidly dwindled. As the last of the monsters were slain, the pope’s escorts voiced their relief.
conversations.prefix: Leader:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "W-we’re saved…"
conversations.prefix: Escort:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Not yet!" I shot an ice arrow at a shadowy figure creeping behind them.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Feh… So there’s a sharp one among the bunch." The shadowy figure avoided my attack by beating the large wings on its back and bursting upward into the sky.
conversations.prefix: Platos:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "A demon?!"
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I don’t care what you humans call me, but I have a name: Platos. Remember it."
conversations.prefix: Platos:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Platos?! Isn’t that one of the Three Great Archdemons?!"
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Platos—unlike Aristo, his fellow Great Archdemon—wore nothing but animal skins. His speech and attitude were rough, strikingly unlike the calculating Aristo. Wasn’t meeting big-name demons supposed to be super unlikely? Yet here I am, facing a second!
conversations.prefix: Platos:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Taste my strength and die!" Platos slammed a club into the ground, sending ripples through the earth that knocked the soldiers down.
conversations.prefix: Platos:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Eat this!" He raised his hand into the air, and stone spikes exploded from the ground. It was the medium-level earth spell known as Earth Spike, but the number of spikes he summoned was irregular—more than a hundred, all bursting forth at once.
conversations.prefix: Platos:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Muddy Soil!" I used my earth magic to change the spikes to soft mud moments before they could pierce our flesh. Stopping more than a hundred Earth Spikes took a toll on me, even with my ultra-high aptitude magic, but I had no choice. It was that or be slaughtered.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Not bad. Bet you’re Rae Taylor, huh? One of the humans that idiot Aristo let slip away." I felt a disturbing lack of magic left in me…right as I caught Platos’s eye. Shoot.
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