Madame Rochette Salon, .
“Huh, they're complaining that the article is vulgar? And what's my fault if their style is really vulgar!”
Madame Rochette carelessly dropped a letter of protest coming from the Taillard family onto her desk.
The letter was a protest in a polite tone, but its meaning was clear: “If this happens again, you will face the wrath of the Five Great Families combined.”
Although Madame belonged to a side branch of the Duke of Bolivier's family, the protection had limits, and she had to remain silent for a while.
'In the end, there is no one better than Iris Tillard'
So, I considered this article just a summer cloud that would pass.
“…Isn’t there anything new?”
At that moment, Madame Rochette's assistant shouted: "Madame Rochette! This box has arrived today!"
“What's up?”
“There is no explanation, it just says that it is a 'submission for a trial product'...”
“Wow”
There are always people trying to attract attention among the piles of products that reach us in devious ways.
But Madame was frozen in place as soon as she saw the box.
It was a small purple box, carefully tied with an elegant white ribbon.
As soon as I unwrapped the tape and opened the lid, I felt a strange relief creeping deep inside.
'Did they perfume the packaging too?'
It was a very pure and elegant scent.
Inside the box rested a pair of brilliantly polished silver earrings.
The silver petals of the flowers shine with a dazzling luster, and in the middle of them is a purple dominant stone that glows softly.
What was most amazing was the butterfly attached to the end of a very thin chain. It looked three-dimensional and sparkled with every movement.
But…
Everyone around Madame Rochette was confused.
“The shape is different between the right and the left?”
“They don't match!”
“Did you arrive like this by mistake?”
In Vernis, it was taken for granted that the earrings should be completely identical in design, and the maximum possible change was that they should be mirror-like reflections of each other.
But Madam let out a faint laugh as she held out the explanation card.
It was the laugh that comes out when one sees something beautiful or tastes something unbelievably delicious.
[silver spring]
[Target group: people with capabilities]
[-A product intended for those whose side effects appear on the skin]
“One side is shaped like a flower, and the other side is shaped like a butterfly. They did that intentionally.”
“……!”
How had no one thought of this before?
“They call them ‘asymmetric earrings.’”
Not only was the idea innovative, but the design was extremely sophisticated.
“Run the security check immediately!”
They always had inspection tools ready when writing articles about artifacts.
After a while, the employee carrying the box of earrings ran over and panted: “It has passed all the standards of the Imperial Palace!”
"how far?"
“The results say that it is usable from a minimum of rank C and even rank A ability holders!”
“……!”
Madam's secrets were slowly revealed.
Having that artistic flair, and at the same time creating an artifact that fits into the three main categories?
'This is real talent'
Madame shouted at her followers: “We are the only ones who got it, right?!”
“We'll check it out!”
“Immediately check if others have obtained it! Go out and search now!”
"present!"
At Madam's order, the staff rushed out of the office to fetch him.
“Who could be the owner of this business?”
Madame flipped the explanation card over to see the back.
Just one word, simple.
* * *
The freelancer has to learn how to do everything on his own.
Cleaning the store, studying the market, purchasing materials, arranging, manufacturing, packaging, shipping, customer service, holding workshops, and expelling annoying people who demand money from time to time...
Oh...
Just remembering these tasks, Lillian felt her blood pressure rise slightly.
'Even promoting products I have to do alone'
She doesn't know how she lived so actively in her previous life.
Why didn't you realize that freelancing was hell?
Well, there was no one to stop her in her previous life, so she didn't know.
Anyway, Lillian decided to use what she learned back then.
'In this world, everyone thinks that promotion means explaining everything in detail to everyone.'
To have a famous person wear the piece in a salon, and the nobles would rush to ask him about it.
'That's good, but it's very limited, right?'
What's the point if only the people of the capital know?
Lillian didn't want that.
In order to shake the Tillard family, she needed as many people to know at once.
If the goal is rapid spread, newspapers are the solution.
'So I sent it to several places, but...'
However, Lillian set her expectations low.
'It is enough for just one channel to succeed'
Frankly, I hoped Madame Rochette would be convinced...
I want the word to get out at Rochette Salon!
‘It is the most influential magazine, and there is no one in the empire who does not read it!’
You know that wishing for overwhelming success from the first hit is greed, but humans by nature like to dream.
Lillian's heart was divided between humility and desire for a fierce battle, and in the end, humility won.
Lilian, the secret to happiness in life is to lower your expectations so that you can feel satisfied easily...
'Just one article that scratches the pride of Iris and the Taillard family would be a good start.'
While she was trying to convince herself of this...
The people in Lillian's room were moving around actively, busy cutting scraps.
"Here! Here's another article!"
“Where do we paste this cutout?”
“On this side!”
Margaret and Jean were supervising this manual work.
Even some of the shadows joined them, and they didn't mind at all showing off their combat skills of cutting paper with extreme precision...
Lilian was a little stunned at this scene full of wasted talent.
“Oh... oh...”
She was also surprised by the number of articles published and the strength of their titles.
And the most surprising was the article
“Miss! This is really amazing…!”
"Fifty articles! We've been published in 50 places!" exclaimed Margaret, showing her the articles carefully pasted on the display boards.
“Oh..”
“Should I copy the Salon Rochette article in a larger size and hang it as a decoration on the wall?”
“Oh..oh..”
“Okay, I understand. I will ask the craftsman immediately!”
Her head started spinning.
Unlike its previous life where the media was overflowing with trashy content, people in Verness still blindly trusted the printed word.
To have laudatory articles poured in the first time without a single criticism was a tremendous achievement...
But, just a moment —
“Margaret, this is strange.”
“What's up?”
“I didn't send 50 samples.”
“Yes?”
“Based on the materials I had and the time, I sent them to six places just as ‘giveaways’ to introduce the product.”
This was the maximum number possible given the cost and effort, as each piece is handmade.
So, where did the other 46 articles come from?
* * *
In fact, even the six places that had initially obtained the promotion samples, including Madame Rochette, were in a state of complete alert.
'Looks like Madame Rochette got it too!'
'We should be the first to spread this scoop!'
'Are we the only ones who got it? It must be so!'
But because of this excess enthusiasm, things began to unfold.
Competitors began peeking in to see if other parties had obtained this anonymous product.
Voyeurism was enough to raise suspicions.
"What's going on? Why is the employee of the competing magazine hanging around here?"
In any era or place...
New employees always left visible traces of their inexperience.
Once the rest of the newspapers and magazines realized what was happening, they all raced to copy the news and publish it.