"Principal Hydle, I'm really sorry to disturb you so late at night." In front of an old yard door with ivy vines climbing all over it, Scheer was looking at Hydle with an apologetic expression on her face.
"Not at all, Young Mistress. You've always been supporting our research, so it's no issue if you request to meet with me at any time of the day." Hydle hurriedly waved his hands in response. He looked at Scheer with a hesitant expression, and asked, "Young Mistress Scheer, could it be that you're asking me these questions because someone has already developed a steam engine?"
"I'm not particularly sure of that myself yet, but I'll notify you as soon as I can confirm things on my end," Scheer replied with a smile.
"That would be great. If someone really has managed to develop a steam engine, that would be an occasion that's very much worthy of celebration." Hydle nodded with a smile.
