conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The next afternoon, a group of noble-born boys were getting rowdy in the Academy lobby. At the center of the commotion was Rod Bauer. As I mentioned before, the oldest prince was, in a word, narcissistic. He was blunt, focused, and always single-mindedly moving forward. Definitely not my type. He surrounded himself with similar people, too. Commoners and aristocrats didn’t cross paths much, but many shared the goal of establishing whatever connections they could with the most influential nobles. However, unlike Yu, who was often followed by a bevy of girls, Rod spent more time with boys. Apparently, he still found goofing off with his guy friends more fun than romantic pursuits.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh look, it’s Rae. Hey, come over here."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Of course, there were exceptions. He wanted the attention of people whom he found amusing, regardless of gender, and he was interested in me because of my test results.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No, thank you. I need to attend to Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It’s fine. You were lucky enough to have Master Rod call you by name, so go ahead."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Of course, what she really meant to say was that I should get away from her. Lene was also smiling, if wryly.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "No. I must remain by Miss Claire’s side. See how loyal I am? Please reward me!"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You can’t just ask for a reward for yourself!"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Yup, Claire was clearly playing along with my antics again.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "C’mon. Claire can come, too. We’re playing chess."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Master Rod is way too skilled. No one can beat him."
conversations.prefix: Noble_Boy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  They weren’t hyping him up or anything—Rod really was a god of chess. He had been educated in the strategy and tactics of military command since he was young, and chess had been used to hammer those basics home.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Claire, you’re pretty good, aren’t you? How about a game?"
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I must decline. I am no match for Master Rod."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Claire was competitive, but she knew Rod was a master who’d mop the floor with her.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "How about Rae, then?"
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I… Well, maybe just for a while."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Let’s play one game. I’m interested to see how it goes."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Fine, I suppose."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  And that was how I ended up sitting down for a round of chess with Rod. There was silence.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Check."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You… Peasant…"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  It said volumes about her feelings that she would use such derogatory terms in front of Rod. The other noble kids hanging around us also seemed angry. I’d completely dominated the game so far, and Rod’s king had been in danger for some time now. More silence. Rod had lost his trademark composure and was staring intently at the board. How he handled his rook in his next move would determine the outcome of the game.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Rae… You’re good."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh no, I’m all right, at best."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Don’t be modest. No one has given me this much trouble since Yu."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Do you surrender?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Hey!"
conversations.prefix: Rod: