"Could you stay?"
The pregnant Rennala clutched the hem of Radagon's clothes.
His face full of anguish, Radagon turned and took Rennala's hand.
"I'm sorry, Renna. I have to go." Radagon crouched down, stroked Rennala's swollen belly, and looked up at her disappointed face.
"I told you, Godfrey has left. I have to go back and become Elden Lord." Radagon was suffering too.
Rennala kept shaking her head with her eyes closed. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, down her full-moon face, and dripped onto Radagon's cheeks.
One even fell into Radagon's eye, stinging so much that he could not help blinking, and his eyes grew wet too.
"Why? Why does it have to be you? Can't someone else do it? You're my husband. Our being together is a symbol of peace, too. And the children can't lose their father," Rennala said. "I don't understand. Why did that Marika choose you? Does she enjoy stealing other people's husbands?"
"It's hard to explain. The relationships involved are incredibly complicated, too difficult to explain clearly. All I can tell you is that I have to go. Take care of yourself, and live well with the children. I'll come back to see you if I get the chance."
With that, Radagon let go of Rennala, stood up, and walked out without looking back.
Rennala could only chase after him, but her pregnant body was nowhere near as strong as before. How could she catch up with Radagon?
In this respect, even heroes became ordinary mortals. Overwhelming distress, strenuous exertion, and various other factors combined, and Rellana fell to the ground. Blood ran down her thighs onto the floor.
"Radagon, come back. Come back and save me, save our child!" Rennala reached forward, her face covered in tears and sweat. "I'm begging