In the storage room, Lorne was writing furiously at his makeshift desk.
"What are you doing?"
"Captain?" Lorne turned his head, looking in surprise at Edwina, who had suddenly appeared behind him.
"What brings you here?" Lorne asked curiously.
"It's time for your lesson." She went to the window and drew back the heavy curtains, letting bright sunlight stream in.
Lorne had specifically added those curtains later. Since the moonlight always gave him an eerie feeling, he had asked-or rather, demanded-that Danitz get him some thick curtains that could block out the light.
"It's that late already..." Lorne felt a little dazed as the sunlight washed over him.
Ever since fully digesting the Robot potion, he had always kept precise track of time. This was the first time he had completely lost track of it.
It was all that strange dream's fault...
After the strange dream jolted him awake, Lorne had been unable to get back to sleep last night. When an attempt at divination yielded no results either, he had chosen to work on some previously unfinished tasks.
Perhaps that was why he had forgotten the time.
"By the way, are those Emperor Roselle's notes you're writing?" Edwina glanced at the manuscript on Lorne's desk.
Roselle Script was highly recognizable in the field of mysticism.
A knowledgeable mysticism teacher like Edwina had recognized it at a glance.
Oh no!
My Roselle's Erotic History...
The pages on the desk were entries of Roselle's Diary that Lorne had stayed up writing. Since the previous pages of Roselle's Diary had sold unexpectedly well, Lorne had decisively chosen to write more once he had some free time, spending several hours churning out over a dozen pages.
These manuscripts were worth at least a dozen pounds.
After two seconds of silence, Lorne nodded in