conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Good morning, Miss Claire. Let’s do our best today!" The following day, the Academy Knight candidates returned to the classroom.
conversations.prefix: Rudeus:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Shut up, peasant. I have no intention of failing."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh? So you’re worried about me? Thank you!"
conversations.prefix: Rudeus:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I said nothing of the sort!"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Commander Lorek appeared and dropped a stack of papers, which seemed to be the test sheets, on the table at the front of the classroom with a thud. "Everyone, thank you for your application. This year we are planning to accept five new candidates. Please do your best."
conversations.prefix: Commander Lorek:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  There was a buzz among the applicants. Five was fewer than had been generally expected. I’d already known, of course.
conversations.prefix: Rudeus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "First, the written test. Please note that this is an elimination round. Those who fail to pass will not be invited to take the practical test, but are welcome to take the test again next year, so we will be waiting for your return."
conversations.prefix: Commander Lorek:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  As the commander explained, a hazelnut-haired boy who seemed to be part of the Academy Knights passed out the test sheets, face-down. The lecture room had become so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The air was tense.
conversations.prefix: Rudeus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You have sixty minutes. Begin!"
conversations.prefix: Commander Lorek: