As for where this technology came from... don't ask. It's perfectly normal for geniuses to borrow techniques from one another.
Herta still had some shame, though. Seeing that Topaz had misunderstood, she did not correct her.
"Though it's a bit short, this event really can't take up too much time."
Herta put on an air of lofty detachment as she offered that advice.
"Don't worry about the bottles. My workshop is already producing them at full capacity. It's just that no one at home is competing with me for those materials, or you'd have to wait even longer."
"Yes, yes... Oh, right, Ms. Herta, aside from the bottles, we'll also need you to make some monitoring wristbands."
It sounded like something that could be used to leave a backdoor, but Herta did not have such poor taste.
"I thought you wanted me to make condoms."
"...Ahem. Whether people want to collect them or not is entirely up to them. The rules are quite flexible in that regard."
Topaz, the condom administrator, had already come to terms with it. These things could stop gentlemen, but not scoundrels—especially when many of the "gentlemen" at home were rather "scoundrelly" in their private lives.
"Is that all? If you have any other ridiculous demands, say them all at once."
Herta made a welcoming gesture.
"...It would be nice if you had this attitude during ordinary collaborations too. But... there's nothing else for now. If there is, I'll come find you again."
"Your company really does always look like this, making demands at every turn."
"..."
Topaz did not know what to say. Wasn't it normal for the client to make unreasonable demands? We were the ones paying, after all.
The biggest difference between working with Herta and Ruan Mei was that if you made