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conversations.value:  The day of the conference was finally upon us. I had assumed the pope would attend as herself, but it seemed the one sitting behind the blind would be me, while Misha used her wind magic to project the pope’s voice.
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conversations.value:  “Empress Dorothea would fly into a rage if she knew about this, but we have no other choice.” Riche explained in a pained voice. The church was reluctant to deceive, but, well…
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conversations.value:  I sat behind a blind that had been set up in the conference hall. We awaited Dorothea and her people, who were scheduled to arrive later than us. Security guards stood around the blind, among them Claire, Lilly, Misha, and the real pope, posing as me. The pope would be standing just behind the blind as well, so even if she moved her lips, Dorothea wouldn’t be able to see her.
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conversations.value:  “Her Majesty Empress Dorothea has arrived.”
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conversations.value:  Dorothea entered through the door, clad in her usual pitch-black armor. I could only presume it to be her formal attire. Her mantle waved as she strode to her seat, stopping before it to name herself.
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conversations.value:  “Dorothea Nur. Let this conference be productive.” She gave a brief introduction before sitting. The advisor by her side turned pale, but the empress remained composed. Egocentric as always, doing what she believed to be logical.
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conversations.value:  “Clarice Répète III. Thank you for meeting with me today.” In contrast, the pope took her time to speak. She’d abandoned most formalities, likely out of consideration for Dorothea.
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conversations.value:  “Before the conference begins in earnest, there is one thing I would like to ask.”
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conversations.value:  “Speak.”
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conversations.value:  “Did you make Sandrine attack me?” The conference hall stirred at this frank accusation. I was surprised, too. No matter how straightforward Dorothea liked to be, this had to cross the line.
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conversations.value:  “Hmph… So the rumors were true. Well, I did not order it. Though I doubt you’d place much weight in my words.”
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conversations.value:  “I believe you."
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