Solomon turned his back to the medical cart and slowly paced the length of the infirmary bay. The endless stream of questions refused to stop, stacking higher and higher in his mind as he analyzed the chaotic events.
The bizarre behavior of the royal prince bothered him deeply, but the lingering actions of the ancient Paladin felt equally suspicious.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and stared down at his hands.
"The Paladin said the ancient royals used to dip the crown directly into the royal font," Solomon muttered, narrowing his silver eyes in thought. "He explicitly stated the water reacted with the divine gemstone, transforming into holy water. The resulting liquid was then used to safely awaken their latent talents."
He tapped his index finger against his knee. If the kingdom operated on a system of holy water consumption to trigger awakenings, the Paladin's final instructions inside the cathedral made absolutely zero logical sense.
