Chapter 280: The Question of Strength
Benedict tilted his head, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. The question had come so unexpectedly that it took him a moment to fully process what Julian had asked. He had been expecting something else entirely.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
Julian adjusted his spectacles, the gesture slow, as though he were buying himself time to form the right words.
"I mean exactly what I asked," he said. "How does one become physically stronger?"
The room fell silent for a moment. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Outside, the sounds of the palace drifted faintly through the thick walls—distant footsteps, muffled voices, the ever-present hum of a place that never truly slept.
Alistair broke the quiet with a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He turned to Benedict.
"Do you have any liquor present, my lord?" he asked. "I think we are going to need it for this conversation."
