Cultural Invasion In Different World Chapter 146

Published at 10th of August 2022 08:10:49 AM

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 – Letters

After the closing ceremony was over, Gallolei was finally free to return to her private room.

Even though this Black Swan was able to maintain her grace before the guests, she was unable to contain her excitement the moment she returned to her room.

She buried her face into her pillow to try to contain her smiles.

The premiere for 'Léon: The Demon' was a major success. When the audiences all stood up to give a standing ovation, when they started to cheer for her, Gallolei knew that her decision to cut her long hair that she has kept growing all her life and all those difficult and exhausting days of filming on Squirrel Street were all worth it.

Finally, people will no longer only discuss how beautiful Belle was when talking about movies. A girl called Mathilda will also remain in their hearts.

Even though the Black Swan Theatrical Troupe had performed all over the world countless times now, this was the one time when Gallolei was truly unable to sleep because of joy and excitement.

Even though she has been praised as the Flower of Farucci for many years, she was still only a little girl not even fifteen years old.

But, Gallolei's excitement did not last for long when someone pushed open the door.

Gallolei immediately got up from her pillow and sat straight on her bed.

She had instantly transformed herself from a girl extremely excited from receiving full marks on her test to the graceful and calm Flower of Farucci.

In this mansion, the only person who was qualified to enter her room without knocking would be the master of this mansion.

“Gallolei, you should be sleeping now. It's going to be very busy tomorrow.”

Madam Schroder only pushed open Gallolei's door and entered her room because she heard signs of activity when walking past her room.

......

Because of the premiere, Gallolei had stayed up much later than her usual sleeping time. If she was to continue to mess around in her room, she wouldn't be spirited when facing others tomorrow.

“I understand, Esteemed Mother.”

Even though Gallolei was complaining in her heart, she still responded to her mother in the appropriate manner.

When Madam Schroder closed the door to her room, Gallolei fell onto her bed like she had lost all strength. Just like that, she stared at the ceiling above.

Her relationship with her mother couldn't be said to be bad. Yet, it also couldn't be said to be good either. As Gallolei would be performing all over Farucci all year round, she rarely had time to spend alone with her mother.

Thus, instead of saying the relationship between Madam Schroder and the Flower of Farucci was that of a mother and her daughter, it would be more accurate to describe them as an actress and her manager.

Gallolei does not dare to show any negligence before her mother. Even though the Mathilda in 'Léon: The Demon' was a rebellious little girl and Madam Schroder allowed Gallolei to perform that low-tier commoner's daughter, Gallolei must maintain her proper behavior as the Flower of Farucci once she's not playing the character. She must act with meticulous grace and etiquette.

In the past, Gallolei will definitely listen to Madam Schroder obediently. She would immediately return to her bed to sleep in order to prepare for tomorrow's work.

But perhaps she was led astray by that demon, or perhaps it was due to the influence from her character Mathilda.

A dozen or so minutes after Madam Schroder left, Gallolei stood up from her bed.

“Flay, did you hear that?”

Gallolei asked her elven bodyguard, the only friend she had.

“Someone shattered through a window. It's downstairs… Young miss, those guards will handle that matter. Young miss!”

Unfortunately, Gallolei did not listen to the shadow's words. She cautiously opened the door to her room and glanced at the two sides of the hallway.

It was already very deep into the night. She was unable to see any sign of people. Gallolei decided to follow the hallway and walk to the room downstairs.

Gallolei was not very familiar with the mansion's layout. Even though she had lived here for two and half months, she had never wandered around the mansion.

“Flay, open the lock.”

Gallolei tried to turn the knob on the door but discovered the door was locked tight. Because of that, she could only entrust her elven bodyguard to unlock the door.

Even though Flay knew that wasn't the right thing to do, it was an order from her master. Thus, she ended up lifting her 'stealth' and appeared beside Gallolei.

After her stealth runes disappeared, a faint green light was let out from the rune on Flay's arm. A plant runner appeared in her hand. It extended from her hand into the keyhole.

As someone specialized in stealth, one must naturally learn how to pick locks. Flay placed her long ear against the door to listen inside. After that, the plant runner successfully unlocked the door.

“Young miss, let me go in and have a look first.”

Gallolei once again ignored Flay's words. The Black Swan had pushed open the door. The moment she walked in the room, the owls in the room immediately turned to look at her.

“This is a letter storage room?”

Flay picked up the originium crystal on the desk in the center of the room. It was an originium crystal inscribed with an illumination magic. Flay poured her magic power into the originium crystal. Immediately, the crystal brightened up the entire room.

A pile of letters were gathered in this room. Some sort of creature had smashed through the glass window. Because of that, the letters were scattered onto the ground.

Gallolei picked up a letter and took a glance at the names. She discovered that it was actually a letter mailed to her.

But, she was not familiar with the sender. That was not a letter from her friend. Besides, whether it be in Farucci or Norland, Gallolei does not possess many people that she would consider as 'friends.'

The proud Black Swan has always been unsociable and unapproachable. That was how the majority of the people in the Black Swan Theatrical Troupe acted toward her. Gallolei has already gotten used to it too.

As for her audiences, Madam Schroder would only allow them to meet the Flower of Farucci during her performances. Apart from those, unless they were major nobles and were invited to participate in things like today's movie premiere, they would not be able to meet the Flower of Farucci even if they were to spend a large sum of gold in an attempt to meet her.

That was the value of the Flower of Farucci.

But, that was not what Gallolei wanted. Unfortunately, she cannot disobey her mother.

Gallolei opened the envelope and discovered that it was a letter written to her by an unknown audience.

The contents of the letter was very simple. The writer expressed their admiration and surprise by her performance. The writing seemed to belong to a girl. Because of that, Gallolei did not manage to determine what the writer was feeling when writing the letter.

After reading the letter, Gallolei felt an urge to reply to the seconder. It was the first time she received a fan letter…

But…

“These are all addressed to you, Young Miss. This one too.”

Gallolei's elven bodyguard flay found many more letters addressed to Gallolei by audiences.

Perhaps this place contained all the fan letters Gallolei received in her two and half months in Norland. But, because of Madam Schroder, Gallolei did not manage to see any one of them.

Very rarely would Gallolei interact with those low-level commoners. After all, Madam Schroder felt that there wasn't a need for her to interact with them.

“Mother shouldn't have locked up these letters in this place…”

Gallolei opened another letter and skimmed through its contents. Practically two entire papers worth of writing. The majority of those letters were written with the audiences' admiration toward the Black Swan Theatrical Troupe.

“But, Young Miss, you wouldn't be able to reply to all those letters…” said Flay.

“…”

Gallolei was at a loss.

Truth was… Gallolei had truly interacted with the audiences that admired her, or even just the Black Swan Theatrical Troupe, too little. But, with all these letters, if she was to reply to every one of them, she likely wouldn't have the time to sleep for an entire week.

Right at this moment, a small vibration came from the ground she stood on. Immediately, her focus turned to the noise coming from downstairs.

Chapter end