conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Frieda, please lend us your assistance!"
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conversations.value:  "Of course, my dear Philine! Why, I’d do maybe anything for a belle fille like yourself!" Frieda met Philine’s earnest request with her usual carefree delight. From how brightly she smiled, you’d never think she had a darker side to her. And yet—
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conversations.value:  "We want to use your connections to the citizens of Melica to—" The sound of metal striking metal rang out. A beat later, Philine froze, having just then noticed the blade mere inches from her neck, stopped by another blade.
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conversations.value:  Frieda, the same bright smile still plastered on her face, had swung at Philine—only for her blade to be met by Lilly’s.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I had predicted some violence, but the suddenness almost gave me a heart attack.
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conversations.value:  "F-Frieda, please listen to what I have to say first."
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conversations.value:  "Non. I refuse." Frieda twisted her short sword, parrying Lilly’s own away and swinging again toward Philine’s neck.
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conversations.value:  Lilly lost her balance for a brief moment, but she instantly stepped forward to recover her balance and blocked the incoming blade with her other short sword. She then shoved Frieda’s blade away, creating some distance between Frieda and Philine. That said, we were indoors, and in a fairly narrow room at that. Frieda could easily strike again. Claire and I were already up and ready to fight.
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conversations.value:  "How did you know?" Frieda asked, bracing her short sword with the same smile still on her face. The disconnect between her actions and expression was a little unnerving… No, it was downright terrifying. "Ah, punaise! Did someone betray me? Tell me now, who was it? !" Her sword gleamed as she leapt forward. She’d once boasted that she was skilled at close-quarter combat, and it seemed she wasn’t lying. I would have been sliced to ribbons in seconds if I were her opponent, and I had a feeling Claire wouldn’t have fared much better. It was a good thing we’d brought Lilly, who proved strong enough to stave off Frieda.
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conversations.value:  "Frieda, please hear us out! We want to help you!" Philine pleaded, causing Frieda to stop. Seeing this, Philine smiled, but that smile soon slipped away.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Help…me?" Frieda’s smile was gone—no, that wasn’t quite right. Her face was still shaped into a smile, but the chills running down my back told me it was anything but. "The saleté de princesse of the country that destroyed my homeland says she wants to help me? What joke is this?" Frieda’s face was filled with rancor that had built up over the years, which now seeped through the mask that was her smile.
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conversations.value:  "F-Frieda…"
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conversations.value:  "Now that you know my secret, you all must die." Frieda readied her sword once again.
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conversations.value:  "Are you really going to let anger steal a chance to revive your country?"
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conversations.value:  Frieda’s face twisted. "Explain."
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Lady Philine aims to change the foreign policy of the empire."
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