To follow in the footsteps of the greatest of all time in the popular astronomy world, Cosmos, there are still many mountains left to climb. Since I cannot be better than Carl Sagan, I will have to rely on the aid of various arts of sorcery. The first mountain is securing a director.
I shall seek out the genius director who annihilated the Blood-Drinkers with a single film and try to recruit them. To this end, I asked the Princess if she could look into that director for me. At my question, Isolde’s expression stiffened.
“Are you serious, Sir Isaac?”
“Yes.”
She hadn’t often attached ‘Sir’ to my name lately, so it must truly be a difficult task. I once again appealed sincerely to Her Highness.
“If some mediocre person shoots it, it’ll just be a flop as laughable as Yamcha.”
“...And just what does that mean?”
“Anyway, I absolutely need that person for this.”
“...!”
For an instant, Isolde’s eyes wavered. This is it. This is the key.
“Please, be sure to tell this person that I have long admired their skill.”
“...As they’ve likely heard everything already, you may stop now.”
“Understood.”
I discreetly took a step back. Adding any more words here would be a fatal misstep. This is the right amount to show my sincerity without being excessive.
A moment later, the Princess spoke.