Chapter 14. What is Marketing (2)
If you grabbed just anyone in Britannia and asked 'Who is Bellaby Blancville?'
Ten out of ten would answer 'Britannia's greatest actress.'
Britannia's greatest actress.
This short sentence contained so much aning.
Wealth and honor.
And attention.
Bellaby's every move beca an object of interest and admiration.
Dress shops competed to recreate the designs of dresses she wore at balls.
The bracelet around her wrist beca the premium collection that jewelry stores released under the na 'Bellaby Cut.'
Even a piece of chocolate she casually ate during filming beca a topic of conversation, and books following her daily routine were published.
The attention toward her wasn't limited to the public.
Interest in Bellaby was always hot in social circles too.
Anyone thought they could raise their class just by decorating their gatherings with such a noble jewel.
If you combined just the invitations and letters that flew to her each year, she wouldn't have to worry about firewood for a lifeti.
Bellaby found this very botherso, but those who sent invitations were still among the genteel ones.
Among the dozens of calls that ca daily, there were many who trusted in their bloodline and authority to subtly suggest primitive demands.
[Tell her Albuterol.]
"...What?"
[If you tell Miss Bellaby 'Albuterol,' she'll understand.]
The manager only thought the caller hiding his identity was one of those disgusting types.
It was the manager's job to drive away such disgusting people, so she resolved to give him a sharp word and hang up.
"Albuterol? What kind of nonsense is that...."
But the mont the word 'Albuterol' flowed out during the conversation.
Bellaby, who had been lying on the well-lit sofa sprawled out as if everything in the world was botherso, suddenly sat up.
"Let
take that."
"Ms. Bellaby! Why suddenly...! This person is a pervert!"
"Just give it to
for now!"
"But we don't even know who it is...."
"It's fine, so give it to ! And step out for a mont!"
Not only that, but she strode over and took the receiver.
The manager, bewildered but driven out to the terrace by her gesture to leave.
Through the frosted glass window, Bellaby's back could be seen as she took the call.
"What is it?"
Really, what on earth?
Bellaby during vacation was notorious for not being summoned even by Her Majesty the Queen.
Since she received attention that was originally too much to handle, she used vacation ti to catch her breath.
It was already surprising that such a Bellaby took the call, but her appearance was different from usual.
It wasn't her showing perfunctory sociability.
She pressed her ear close to the receiver, twisted the phone cord with her fingers, and busily arranged her hair.
She looked restless sohow.
"Are you calling that talking right now?!?!"
The manager was startled by the sudden loud voice.
Opening the door carefully out of worry, she could overhear a bit more.
"No, you're going to use that for such a place?"
"After years of careful consideration, that's your conclusion?"
"Sigh... Would that really be enough?"
"...Fine. A promise is a promise."
From hearing only Bellaby's words, there was nothing to guess.
Just as the manager was about to listen more closely, click, the call ended.
Bellaby's long sigh followed the silence as she stood there in dismay.
Bellaby, who had been frowning and tap tap tapping her elbow with her fingertips, opened her mouth.
"Manager."
"Yes?"
"I think I need to go sowhere for a bit."
"Yes? Where to?"
"Nortaris."
"To Nortaris? Now?"
This place was a villa on Soltera's eastern coast, famous as a resort.
anwhile, Nortaris was way up in northern Britannia.
It was absolutely not a distance for Bellaby, who lived an extrely reclusive life during vacation, to go.
Moreover, considering that the reason she chose Soltera as her vacation spot was because she hated winter, even more so.
Wasn't Nortaris terribly cold there?
"Is it because of that call just now? Who on earth was that...."
"Don't even ntion it. There's one very, very stupid person."
Bellaby speaking ill of others?
While going all the way to the northern end to fulfill a request?
Why on earth?
Had she been threatened?
The manager couldn't make sense of anything.
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