I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

Fortunately, the misunderstanding was cleared up soon after.

‘So you made a bet with your sister about the ending of Farewell to the Conqueror?’

It seemed that Princess Diana had bet on Liu Bang becoming the final victor, while Prince Wolfgang had backed Xiang Yu. The stakes? Each would take the most valuable item from the other's collection if they won...

Our poor Wolfgang. He’s learned firsthand the bitter taste of losing all his coins.

“M-my apologies. I made a ridiculous scene in front of the great playwright.”

Sniff! The prince finally blew his nose into his handkerchief and hung his head. Now that he had calmed down a bit, he looked at me with a crestfallen face and apologized.

“I didn’t call you here to blame you. It’s just... I was so frustrated and heartbroken about losing my precious treasure in the bet that I couldn’t help myself. Please forgive my rudeness.”

“With all due respect, if you’re that upset, perhaps you could ask Princess Diana to retract the bet? I’m sure she would reconsider if her little brother asked nicely.”

“No, that won’t do. Promises between royalty are sacred. No matter how trivial, they must be upheld.”

Crunch, crunch. As if to soothe his mood, Wolfgang chewed on a biscuit slathered with strawberry jam, shaking his head.

“And besides, when my sister loses a bet to me, she always accepts the result without a word of complaint. If even a woman can do that, how could I, as a man, go back on my word?”

“Really? Has Her Highness ever lost a bet to you before?”

I asked, somewhat surprised. The princess didn’t seem like the type to leave anything to chance—let alone lose.

“Of course! I’ve beaten her plenty of times.”@@novelbin@@

The prince nodded with a hint of pride.

“Especially when we bet on rare desserts that even royalty can only have once in a while. Like ice cream made with emerald melons or honey pie from the World Tree’s sap. Whenever we argue over who gets the first bite, I’ve never lost a bet.”

“......”