And a six-year-old girl had just casually handed him the magical equivalent of a cellular smartphone.
"You... you invented instantaneous, untraceable audio transmission," Roan breathed, his mind reeling with the geopolitical implications of the device. Wars could be won with this. Empires could be toppled. "How did you... the spatial compression alone violates three laws of standard thermodynamics..."
"The laws are boring. I bypassed them using a recursive feedback loop," Seraphina shrugged, resting her hands on the desk. "I call it a 'Cell-Stone'. It's a working prototype. But I have a problem."
Roan slowly looked up from the blueprint, meeting her dark eyes. "A problem?"
"I am six years old," Seraphina stated the obvious. "I have the leverage to completely manipulate the Imperial economy. But I cannot walk into the Underground Guild, file a patent for a magical smartphone, and start selling untraceable communication devices to the highest bidder."
