While Zhao Si was underground with Helena and Godrick, Radagon was also handling affairs back in Leyndell.
As Elden Lord, he was busy every day.
Taking advantage of a moment when no one was around, he sat on the throne, propped his head on an arm resting on the armrest, and closed his eyes to rest.
He did not know how much time had passed before he felt himself fall asleep.
Like Marika, he had a dream. He and Marika counted as separate people, two souls in one body. Naturally, they dreamed of different things.
Radagon dreamed of when he had first emerged into the world-not when he was born, but when he became known to the world as a hero.
The hero Radagon the Red-Haired had long, flowing red hair, but other people knew little about exactly what heroic deeds he had performed.
He had rarely talked to anyone about them. Some said he had visited the mysterious Eternal City; others said he had helped the Blind Swordsman subdue the Goddess of Scarlet Rot.
But most of these were rumors, with no solid evidence to support them.
He urgently needed an opportunity to prove himself, but Godfrey was still around, so he generally had no part in fighting wars.
As luck would have it, Godfrey was planning a new expedition, heading south all the way. After defeating the Fire Giants in the north, it was time to conquer the south.
The south was vast, and there was no telling how long Godfrey would be gone or what enemies he would face. Godwyn would guard Leyndell as usual. Everything was arranged as neatly as ever.
It looked as though there would be no opportunity for Radagon to take the stage at all.
While the Golden Dynasty was busy clearing out