“Does this make any sense? The imperial family is going to monopolize the frequencies? What kind of law is that?”
“Isn't that why we're planning to establish one?”
“Damn it…!”
The meeting room of the Upperhills Foundation was filled with prominent figures from all walks of life, raising their voices. The investors and the Foundation were at odds over how to manage the frequencies used to transmit and receive radio signals.
At the front, debaters from each faction were engaged in a legal discussion over whether this was truly the right thing to do. Callen Upperhills watched the scene blankly. He pretended to nod along at appropriate intervals while racking his brain over how to miniaturize radios.
But this was too much. If only Sir Isaac were here at a time like this… If he were, he would have effortlessly silenced those insolent men. Unfortunately, Isaac was currently absent.
He was touring the Empire with the two-faced Princess Isolde. Just then, one of the entrepreneurs spoke to Callen.
“What does the owner of the Callen Engine think? Is this truly the right course of action?”
“Me?”
“Yes!”
“…”
Drip.