「One minute ago.」
After taking a bath tonight, Violet changed into a white silk nightgown, a couple's set matching Byron's. Her delicate, bare feet, with brightly painted blue toenails, slipped into a pair of pomelo wood slippers as she returned early to her bedroom. The room, nearly transformed into a laboratory, was where she continued her work.
She was working through the night, researching and analyzing the Whale Oil technology extracted from Bonaparte's mind.
Her main focus wasn't on the core of the Whale Oil revolution, the "Whale Oil Power Furnace"—that wasn't her area of expertise—but rather on another subject: "Whale Oil Military Technology."
Her project on "Fulminate of Mercury," previously assigned by Byron, had encountered difficulties. Its stability wasn't up to par, and she had yet to achieve any results.
