conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  It was the first time I’d seen it since being transported to this world, but I’d played Revolution enough times to guess at the contents of the letter, let alone the sender. She was coming.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire, you have a letter."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Who is it from?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Manaria Sousse."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Sister?!" Claire walked briskly up to me and snatched the letter away, eyes fixed on the sending address.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Please open it."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes, Miss." I took the envelope from her and carefully sliced it open with a silver letter opener. The contents were a single slip of paper. I handed it to Claire. She read it in silence, but a happy look washed across her face. Claire yearned deeply for this person she called “sister.” As for who Manaria was—you’ll see soon enough.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire, shall we go to the cafeteria?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You go ahead. I’ll join you after I read this letter."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "In that case, I’ll wait too." Claire didn’t answer, lost in the letter’s contents. It was like she was reading a long-awaited message from her sweetheart. Something unpleasant rose in my chest.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "My sister… She’s come to the Academy." Claire eventually muttered in a feverish tone, finally finished reading.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Your sister is this Manaria?" Unable to remain silent, I said.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "That’s right. She is the First Crown Princess of the Sousse Kingdom. I greatly admire her."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Heh…"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It seems she is on exchange to the Bauer Kingdom and has enrolled here. The letter was an apology for waiting so long to contact me."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh, is that so?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Your voice sounds excessively flat, or dare I say it, even dissatisfied?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "It must be your imagination, Miss Claire." My only wish was for Claire to be happy. I knew, rationally, that it didn’t matter who she cared for—but my heart wasn’t rational.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Shall we head to the cafeteria?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Yes, let’s… But my heart is so full right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat much."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh, is that so? Let’s go quickly."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "See, you are dissatisfied, aren’t you?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Huh? No?" I don’t care one bit.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Could it be you’re jealous?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Such a prompt answer!"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I mean… I already told you that I pine for you, didn’t I, Miss Claire?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I grow tired of you repeating that joke."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "How can I convince you that I’m being serious?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Impossible… But, well—" Claire cut herself off and then broke into a sly smile. "Would you place an offering of the Flower of Flora on the scales? That would prove to me your feelings are true." This was an uncharacteristic show of romanticism, coming from her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You mean Poesie Amour?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh, you know of it?" Poesie Amour was an ancient legend in the Bauer Kingdom. The story went like this: Two men, one tall and one short, vied for the love of a shrine maiden. Each held a position of power in the kingdom, and as they neglected their duties to wage this romantic rivalry, the land and its people suffered.
conversations.prefix: Claire: