Radagon held Rennala in his arms, unable to let go for a long time.
The malformed children around them were still softly singing nursery rhymes, providing an accompaniment that heightened the atmosphere.
"Please don't give birth to any more children, all right? We don't need any more," Radagon said softly. "They're lives too, after all. They should never have come into this world."
A trace of expression appeared on Rennala's numb face, and tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.
Radagon continued, "This is all my fault. It should have been a healthy child too, but because of me, it was never born."
His hand stroked the Amber Egg, inside which the shape of a "person" was faintly visible.
It looked more like remains.
"This isn't your fault. Stop tormenting yourself," Radagon said. "Let's look ahead together. This time, I'll walk with you."
He stood with Rennala in his arms and strode out of the Grand Library.
It was simple: he was taking Rennala away. No matter how he looked at it, this environment was unsuitable for her recovery. It looked more like confinement.
The people at the Academy of Magic had not treated Rennala well, but they had not treated her particularly badly either.
For the most part, they had simply left her to her own devices, to live or die on her own.
She was alive, fed, clothed, and clean.
She had retained some of the dignity she had possessed as the Full Moon Queen. Whether they pitied her or truly respected and cared for her did not matter all that much.
At least, judging by the results, Rennala had been living fairly well.
That alone had kept Radagon's anger from igniting, allowing the living beings within the Academy of Magic to survive.
Had he opened the