"Though it should be no problem if he's that strong." Charles sat on the chair allotted for visitors. He even soothed his back. "Ah…! Your cushions reward our old bodies."
"An Alpha's infection is hard to mitigate, even for a Supreme, without a dark deity supporting them." Frederick hummed, getting up to prepare a cold drink for Charles. He only smiled at Claude before continuing his conversation with Charles. He spoke while working on the drinks, "Oakley might not make it look easy."
"That infection came from a cursed blood." Charles leaned back in the chair and savored the perfect shape of the padding. "It has this nauseating smell…"
Frederick frowned and brought two glasses to his desk. He only smiled at Claude again, knowing that the student should leave for his class. A drink might get wasted. He gave one to Charles and settled on his own chair. His tone soon sounded alarmed. "Wouldn't that make things complicated for him?"
