I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

Chapter 49

Exactly three days after receiving the hero candidate summons letter, I set out for the cathedral, disguised as always in my Phantom persona. With the help of my assistant, Morris, I carefully selected a route that would avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

Upon reaching the Etheldro Cathedral and making contact with the bishop—

“This way, please, Phantom, candidate of the Pen,” the elderly clergyman said in a solemn tone as he led me toward the living quarters behind the cathedral.

We passed through an arched walkway lined with statues of saints, eventually arriving at an ornate door. True to the grandeur of the cathedral, the door was adorned with precious jewels and metals. The bishop gave the large door a creaking pull, and inside...

“You two haven’t met before, have you? Introduce yourselves. This is Maya, a candidate for the Hero of the Sword, who recently arrived in the capital.”

“A candidate for the Hero of the Sword? That girl?”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Maya,” I said, extending my hand to break the ice. “I’m Phantom, the candidate for the Pen.”

“Maya.”

“...”

“...”

...Was that it?

I had gone through the trouble of offering my hand for a handshake, but there was no response. Nothing at all.

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