conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Maybe I should knock her out and forcibly remove her from the battle…? I considered it, but it wasn’t realistic. The battle was currently evenly matched. If I removed Loretta, the acting commander, the commoners would breach the gate and make escape difficult. Ah, jeez! Then just what am I supposed to do? I felt like stomping my feet in irritation.
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “The mob is only getting bigger! We can’t hold them off forever!”
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Damn…” Panic showed on Loretta’s face. I didn’t blame her.
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Lady Loretta, please permit us to use offensive magic!”
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’ll only be a matter of time before they get through!”
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No!” Loretta had forbidden the use of offensive magic. If we used it, there was a chance we could win, but…
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It is our duty to protect commoners, not harm them. We must hold out by using our magic only to strengthen and heal ourselves.” Once again, she ordered them to refrain from hurting the commoners. Perhaps she had adopted the same ideals as Claire…or perhaps it was our experience over the summer that changed her.
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Not good! They’re breaking through the gates!” Just as that report reached us, the back gates collapsed. The commoners pushed their way through the opening like an avalanche. The soldiers were swallowed up by the mob, which soon laid eyes on us. Was this the end?
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Lady Loretta, please, permit the usage of offensive magic!”
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Never! If you call yourself a noble, then live as one until the end!” she yelled. She seemed prepared to face death.
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Well said,” commented a wise voice. A mist began to rise from the ground. It seemed to have a life of its own, moving to envelop the commoners, who began to go limp.
conversations.prefix: Kristoff:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Don’t worry. They’re just asleep.”
conversations.prefix: Kristoff:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Master Kristoff!” It was Kristoff. With a magic wand, he manipulated a magic mist and put the commoners into a deep sleep.
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You saved us, Master Kristoff!”
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “No need to be so formal, Lady Loretta. I’m just a viscount now.”
conversations.prefix: Kristoff: