A single night was enough for many things to happen.
Even under house arrest, Rykard was still directing his conspiracy, gradually refining it.
And sometimes, once a conspiracy began, it could keep moving forward even if its mastermind died.
It was rather like decentralization.
Rykard figured that Radagon would have to see him at least once before the Demigod Council.
Even if he did not grant him an audience in person, he would have to send a messenger to check on him.
It was important to appear "genuinely repentant."
Rykard knew that, out of consideration for their bond as father and son, Radagon had not actually convicted him of treason.
Otherwise, Maliketh would have done more than simply kill a snake.
He had to seize any opportunity he got. How could he let it slip away?
This was not merely a chance to turn his fortunes around, but a chance to overthrow the Golden Dynasty.
"Go. Deliver a message to my brother," Rykard said.
The boss had given an order, so Alecto obeyed.
Using the Black Knife Assassins' intelligence network, she passed the message along from one contact to the next. It would reach Caelid that night, ensuring that Radahn heard it.
Gathering and relaying intelligence was a crucial part of the process.
Regardless of the time or whether a war was imminent, it could determine how certain events unfolded.
The major events out in the open were certainly brutal, but the covert battles in the shadows could not be underestimated either.
Rykard had also questioned why the Black Knife Assassins were doing their utmost to assist him and Ranni.
Anyone would have been wary of these highly skilled Numen who had suddenly appeared, coming and going without a trace.
To be honest, Rykard had initially thought the Black Knife