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conversations.value:  "You’re just so beautiful, Miss Claire."
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conversations.value:  "I’m really tired of your compliments. Aren’t you done yet?"
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conversations.value:  "I would really like to admire you a bit longer, but—"
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conversations.value:  "Hurry up with it!"
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conversations.value:  I collected myself and dressed Claire in her school uniform. The Royal Academy uniform was similar to the blazers found in modern Japan, but the design was exceptionally elegant. Most schools didn’t have uniforms in this world, since commoners often couldn’t afford to attend in the first place and nobles enjoyed dressing up. The Royal Academy used uniforms as a way to mark status. Only the chosen elite had the privilege of passing their arms through these sleeves. Unlike Japanese uniforms, which were designed for homogeneity, the Academy’s uniforms were a symbol of excellence and prestige. Claire pushed her arms through the embroidered, frilly white blouse. "Rae won’t be able to do your hair yet. I’ll manage it today."
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conversations.value:  Claire’s trademark golden curls weren’t natural. I was already practicing how to craft them on a wig, but hadn’t yet mastered the necessary technique, so it was up to Lene to skillfully style Claire’s hair. Incidentally, there was no shampoo or conditioner in this world. People used soap to wash their hair, but it was made differently from the kind in my world and could get hair just as clean as the products I was more familiar with. I’d read a lot of stories of people transported to other worlds setting up shop to sell homemade shampoo and conditioner, but that wasn’t my cup of tea. "You are so very skilled, Lene. It looks wonderful."
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conversations.value:  Claire gazed at the mirror, satisfied that she looked like a perfect young noble lady from every angle. She scored a critical hit on my heart, for sure. "Don’t waste such compliments on me."
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conversations.value:  "Well then, let’s go to the cafeteria." Academy meals were served in the cafeteria, and, of course, were extravagant. They weren’t presented in multiple courses, but each meal had a staple, a main dish, side dish, soup, and dessert. These wonderful meals were one of the things the commoner scholarship students most looked forward. "Hmph… Look at these scraps."
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conversations.value:  However, the meals fell far short of the standards of a purebred noble like Claire.
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conversations.value:  "Really? But it’s so delicious." I was enjoying the heck out of my beef bowl.
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conversations.value:  Claire would never deign to eat such an abomination. "Perhaps to a commoner. They could at least serve something from Broumet." Broumet was the hottest restaurant in the kingdom’s capital. It specialized in developing new recipes and was frequented by nobles. It was also painfully expensive. A single Broumet course could cost half a commoner’s yearly salary. The Academy might have been established by royalty and have plenty of funds, but such extravagance would eat into even their deep pockets.
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conversations.value:  "Miss Claire, you mustn’t be picky." Lene scolded, seeing Claire nudge the green peppers out of her food. "Green peppers are not meant to be consumed by humans."
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