I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

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.

“......”

Spending 24 hours locked up in the lab can actually slow down brain activity. So, disguised as a commoner, they had gone on a brief outing.
The subject of interest recently buzzing around people’s conversations? The rising star and Hero candidate, Phantom.@@novelbin@@

Phantom’s new horror play, The Cthulhu Mythos, had premiered in celebration of the prince’s birthday.
Moreover, there was even intel suggesting that the theme was based on ancient demons from a time before the Holy Church spread its doctrine.

‘Given the direction of my research, I thought there might be something useful in it, so I went to check it out.’

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.