I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

Chapter 52

Time flowed, and finally, the day of The Miracle Worker's premiere arrived.

As Phantom, masked and dressed sharply, I stood outside the grand Etheldro Cathedral.

It was late in the afternoon, just as the sun was setting. While there were many people moving about the cathedral grounds, very few seemed to be entering at this hour.

I had been waiting for a while, and the person who eventually greeted me was...

“Living as a cleric doesn’t give me many opportunities to wear outfits like this. I got a little excited and put in some effort. What do you think?”

Though she maintained her usual relaxed demeanor, I could tell that my opinion mattered to her.

Her dress, woven with golden threads in a gentle wave pattern, paired with a daffodil-shaped hairpin, perfectly complemented her carefully braided silver hair. The elegant neckline and tight corset enhanced her figure. She could easily have been mistaken for a high-born noble lady, rather than the saintess of the Holy See.

I smiled back at her and replied, “You’re breathtaking. If you weren’t the saintess, I might have asked you out on a real date.”

“Pfft! So this is a fake date? I’m a little offended,” she teased.@@@@

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