I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

“The greatest hero in Phantom’s works is, without a doubt, Caesar! A self-made man who nearly toppled the Republic and became Emperor with nothing but his own abilities! Who can possibly compare to him?”

“Uh, Admiral Yi? He destroyed 133 ships with just 12! He’s literally unbeatable at sea! Don’t even try to elevate that loser who got his ass kicked by Vercingetorix!”

“Pfft, can either of them part the sea with a staff? Add Moses into the mix, and it’s game over. Everyone loses, end of story.”

“Ugh! You idiots can’t even grasp the context of the play! Talking to you people is like banging my head against a wall!”

“That’s it! We declare war on you uncultured morons today!”

“Fire! Show those cockroaches what we’re made of!”

Whoosh!

Thud! Splat! Wham!

Suddenly, sounds of impact erupted from all sides, but thankfully, no physical violence was involved. Instead, what was flying between the three factions of students was none other than…

“...Are they having a dessert fight?”

Desserts from a high-end bakery near the academy, covered in whipped cream, chocolate, almonds, and fruit jams, were being flung around like projectiles.

They were even piling up school furniture like chairs and desks to build barricades, and some students were resorting to borderline inhumane, biochemical warfare for extra provocation.

“Cough cough! What the hell? Mint chocolate?! Who threw toothpaste at me?!”