I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

Chapter 45

Whistle, whistle, whiiiistling~♪

A shadow with glasses hung up a research gown on a hook, whistling a chilling tune as they did so.

The only thing lingering in the old laboratory was the musty smell of mold.

The air was cold with the scent of ammonia from the machines designed to keep the corpses fresh.

Standing still in that chilly air, ‘The Doctor,’ who had just returned to their quarters, reviewed the contents of the play they had just seen with a cool smile.

And sure enough, the Doctor wasn’t disappointed.

Phantom’s writing, in the form of a play, had provided the Doctor with new insights.

Whistle, whiiiiistle~♬

Whistling ominously again, the Doctor reflected on the fascinating rumors circulating around the capital recently.@@@@

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