The air in the Elden Throne hall was heavy, and exceptionally cold.
Every Demigod present felt the imposing force radiating from Radagon.
It could even be called killing intent.
Even Radahn felt his heart tremble, as though a steel blade had scraped across his body.
He had never expected the normally amiable Radagon to have this side to him.
Perhaps he really was too easygoing in everyday life. Even when he led troops into battle as a hero, he had not been as violent as Godfrey.
He sought not only victory, but also to minimize casualties.
Otherwise, he would never have negotiated with Rennala.
Had Godfrey been the one attacking Caria, things would certainly never have unfolded as they had with Radagon.
But at that moment, his children all felt Radagon's anger.
Because Miquella's proposal was far too outrageous.
"You speak of war. Have you already prepared to wage war against your brothers and sisters?" Radagon demanded, staring at Miquella.
The golden light in his eyes seemed about to tear Miquella apart.
Under these circumstances, Miquella smiled instead. "I believe every Demigod is making preparations. Some things do not cease to exist simply because we leave them unspoken. I am merely stripping away this illusion."
Radagon's brow furrowed slightly. He had never expected his seemingly weak son to have grown enough to confront him head-on.
At that thought, he could not help looking toward Rykard and his two siblings.
They were all his children, so why did they feel so different?
Seeing that no one spoke, Miquella continued, "And war inevitably brings death. When it comes to war, I believe General Starscourge has the greatest authority to speak among everyone present."
Since he had been singled out, Radahn no longer remained silent. "What do you want to ask?"
"In war,