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conversations.value:  This meeting was held in a shared conference room reserved for those working the security detail. The room was quite large; it had to be, to accommodate all the people involved. Desks and chairs had been arranged in rows, and the lists of required materials covered the walls. "Thank you, Hilda. This is the church’s security plan. Let’s compare notes and assist each other." Claire led the church’s security team with Lilly acting as support. As Claire was inexperienced in these matters, Lilly had been assigned to assist. Their combined efforts had allowed planning to progress smoothly.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “Will Her Holiness grace us with her countenance this time?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Unfortunately, she will not. Her Holiness does not often reveal herself to others.” See: Claire’s and my surprise at the pope’s true face. She was typically hidden by a bamboo blind whenever she talked to or met people. Even when she moved, she rode in a palanquin.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, dear. It will be difficult to convince Her Majesty of this… I wouldn’t be surprised if she slices open the blind to forcibly reveal the pope’s face. Her Majesty Dorothea is short-tempered, after all. Even the conference staff are terrified of her.” Hilda shrugged, but her expression seemed far less bothered than her words implied.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You don’t seem too concerned.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “Well, truthfully, I doubt even Her Majesty would do something so impolite to the pope in the current climate. Inviting the ill will of the Spiritual Church’s followers would only cause trouble for the empire.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
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conversations.value:  “You have a lot of faith in Her Majesty.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “Of course. Her Majesty loves nothing more than rationalism. Barring unforeseen circumstances, she won’t transgress, not against the pope.” Hilda smiled reassuringly. Yeah, okay, but why are you trying to reassure us when you brought the possibility up yourself? I thought.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “By the way, have you met Philine?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
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conversations.value:  “I have. She’s very sweet. You wouldn’t think she was the daughter of someone as stern as Her Majesty Dorothea.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ha ha, everyone says that. But the two are actually quite alike.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
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conversations.value:  “Oh? How so?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “She’s strong-willed, like her mother. She stumbles from time to time and loses heart over small things, but when it matters the most, she stands her ground.” Hilda sung Philine’s praises, and to be honest, I agreed with her.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
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conversations.value:  “I hope everyone from Bauer will get along with Philine. Especially the two of you, who led the revolution.” Hilda’s lips loosened into a smile, her cold demeanor suddenly warm. Countless players fell for that smile in the game. But I wouldn’t be deceived. I had a feeling that behind the scenes, Hilda was telling Philine the exact opposite—warning her not to get close to us, so she could stay number one in Philine’s mind.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
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conversations.value:  “Of course. We hope to be good friends with her.” Claire had studied Hilda’s personality in preparation for our stay in the empire.
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