conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I intend to make both Salas and Dole pay for their crimes.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh?” Claire’s tone softened as if she had never even been angry with Raeliana in the first place.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “B-but Salas persuaded you…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I was only pretending. I had another objective.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Objective?” Claire’s face was full of questions.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes. But more importantly, I need you to help me find Miss Lilly.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Cardinal Lilly? What happened to her?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It was my fault for not explaining my plans to her beforehand. She thinks I accepted Salas’s terms, just like you did. She ran away.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What a mess,” Claire sighed.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You should have told us what you were planning…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Anyway, we need to find her.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Fine, then. Let’s split up.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “No. It’s too dangerous to do that right now.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Dangerous?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’m sorry, Claire… I don’t think I have time to explain.” Raeliana grabbed Claire’s arm and pulled her off the bed, putting her body between her and the window.
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Please protect me, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Huh? !” There was a small sound as the window unlocked itself. Finally realizing what was happening, Claire drew her magic wand and prepared herself. The window slid open quietly and six men slipped in.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Who are they? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Salas’s assassins.” Probably some of them were members of the personal guard we’d seen in his office, though now they wore neither armor nor emblems. Their bodies were wrapped in black cloth and white masks covered their faces. Raeliana wasn’t the only one who’d pretended to be convinced. Salas had never intended to buy their silence.
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “A real fireteam, huh?”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “A what?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I mean they’ll do whatever it takes to silence us.”
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yes, that’s probably true,” Claire nodded, holding up her wand and facing the men.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Let’s do this. I am Claire François. I will not run nor will I hi—”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Aieee! Murderers!” Raeliana screamed, interrupting her monologue. Raeliana knew this scene from playing the game. The main character fights the assassins with her love interest by her side, which always made her wonder why she didn’t just call for help. This was the middle of the Royal Academy. There were people all around us in the dorms. Why fight two-to-six when she could just shout for aid?
conversations.prefix: Raeliana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What on earth was that?”
conversations.prefix: Students:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Who’s screaming? !”
conversations.prefix: Students:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Are you all right, Miss Claire? !” As Raeliana’d hoped, other students started pouring into the room. In the game, this would have ruined the player character’s chance to bravely fight alongside her interest, but Raeliana wasn’t about to risk Claire getting hurt. She’d learned something from her mistakes during the Commoner Movement, after all. The assassins were clearly caught off guard, but they made no attempt to flee. Perhaps Salas had something to leverage against them too. Money, the lives of their family members—whatever it was, it clearly motivated them to face death. They fought to the end and, when it became clear they stood no chance of victory, took their own lives.
conversations.prefix: Students: