I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

"Here it is, Your Highness. A model sword crafted by the finest artisan, modeled after Xiang Yu's Longchuan Sword."

"Oh, excellent! You've done well, Bernhardt!"

In the luxuriously decorated, spacious room of the imperial palace, a large subordinate resembling a bear handed over a toy to a black-haired boy. Grinning, the boy accepted it and then, in a somewhat serious voice, demanded a status report.

"How is the current progress on the Dark Swordsman training project? Is it proceeding smoothly?"

"Of course. Although we cannot yet perfectly replicate the martial arts from Farewell to the Conqueror, the concept of a hybrid class combining magic and swordsmanship is steadily taking shape."

"Good, well done! Don't worry about the funds needed for the project! As the empire's prince, I, Wolfgang, will persuade the Emperor to keep the investment flowing!"

"Understood. I shall take my leave now."

With those polite words, the large subordinate respectfully withdrew from the room.

The black-haired boy, Prince Wolfgang von Clausewitz, held up the toy sword with an excited expression.

"General Zhang Han of the Qin! Come forth and receive the Conqueror's sword!"

The prince, thoroughly engrossed in Farewell to the Conqueror, had used his entire allowance to commission a specially made model, identical to Xiang Yu's sword, down to the finest details.

Seeing the prince like this, a princess, who had been reading at a nearby table, gave him a gentle rebuke.

"Wolfgang, skipping your lessons again to play conqueror? If Father finds out, he'll be furious."

"Ugh, sister. Please, don't tell on me..."

"Haha."

His sister chuckled softly as she looked at her little brother's bright, innocent eyes.

Despite their large age gap, the two siblings had a close bond.

Their mother, the Empress, passed away due to illness not long after Wolfgang was born, and as a result, his older sister, Diana, had taken on the role of both a sister and a mother figure.

This is why Wolfgang deeply respected and revered his sister, treating her almost like a second parent.

"So, you like Xiang Yu that much, Wolfgang? Enough to spend all day imitating him? You weren't this obsessed when Phantom's other works came out."

"Of course! He's the greatest hero, sister!"

Wolfgang nodded eagerly, his excitement clear.

At just twelve years old, the young boy raised the toy sword and swung it enthusiastically, shouting out in a grandiose voice.

"How is it? This is the energy that can pull mountains and overturn the world, the might of the Conqueror who stands against all! Who dares to block Xiang Yu's path!"

The line, "How is it (何如)?", was Xiang Yu’s catchphrase in Farewell to the Conqueror. It succinctly captured his proud and overbearing nature as he stood at the forefront of battle.

As Diana watched her brother imitate the character with pride, an ambiguous smile appeared on her face.

"Well, I don’t know, Wolfgang. Do you really think Xiang Yu will be the ultimate victor?"

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean? Come on, you and I have both seen Phantom's works for years."

Shrrip!

The page turned in Diana’s hands. She was currently reading the first edition of The Dialogues, which she had read and re-read several times since its release.