How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World[part1]

Chapter 89: Exhibition (1)

The morning of the exhibition, which was both eagerly anticipated and feared for a long time, has dawned.

Although the exhibition was hastily arranged like crossing a wobbly bridge, thanks to the numerous resources and personnel invested by the empire, it has been prepared to some extent. Furthermore, the exhibition itself is not in the form of viewing works in a quiet building, but rather in the form of a festival.

In an empty land, a separate space was designated for exhibiting artworks, and apart from that, residents could simply enjoy themselves. In addition, there were planned music and theater performances that could be considered highlights in the evening, so during the day, visitors could enjoy the displayed artwork while strolling around the land.

"How does it look? Does it fit well?"

This was before the festival started, after all the preparations had been made, inside the mansion. I couldn't help but admire Marie, who was dressed up for the occasion. She looked beautiful in her white dress.

Her shoulders were completely exposed, while her chest was slightly revealed, and the white dress emphasized her milky skin even more. The overall appearance was simple with very few flashy patterns, and the hemline barely reached her knees. As a result, her slender and graceful legs were completely exposed, stealing everyone's attention.

If the dress she wore at the previous event made Marie look more mature, the dress she was wearing now made her girlishness increase twofold. They say that women's transformations are innocent, but with such a transformation, any man would have to declare her innocent.

'Wow, is this really my girlfriend?'

It was to the point where one would doubt reality that such a pretty woman could really be their girlfriend. This meant that Marie was exceptionally beautiful.

Moreover, not only was she beautiful, but her personality was also outstanding. From her white hair with a hint of blue, to her milky skin and her jewel-like blue eyes, she was beautiful and lovable to the extent that no one else could replace her.

I watched Marie in silence for a while, waiting for a response, before blurting out my honest impression.

"You're pretty."

"That's it?"

"When describing a woman who looks like a pure, white snow falling from the sky, I think I can use you as a reference."

"What's that supposed to mean? That sounds like something a novelist would say."

Marie blushed at my compliment, looking a little shy but not displeased. I took a good, long look at her, trying to commit her image to memory even though I couldn't capture it in a picture or painting.

"Isn't it embarrassing to stare like that?"

"You're just too pretty, I can't help it. Sorry."

"It's fine. Let's go outside now."

Marie blushed again at my frank confession and headed towards me. I gave up my admiration and followed her. Marie would be wearing that dress all day, so it wouldn't be hard to remember her appearance. It might be a little irritating to see other men giving her attention like hyenas, but Marie was a noblewoman and wouldn't let them approach her easily.

And since the imperial palace personally dispatched guards to take care of public order, the probability of a crime occurring is extremely low.

"Oh, are the two of you leaving now?"

"Huh?"

As Marie and I were about to leave the mansion together, I heard Cecily's charming voice in my ear.