Miquella's letter described Rennala's condition.
For Radagon, there had been no better news since the Night of the Black Knives.
Rennala could say Ranni's name now.
This was a qualitative leap, a change from zero to one.
Clutching the letter, Radagon sat alone in his room, covering his face as he wept with excitement.
Even as the Elden Lord, he could not control his emotions.
The tremendous shock and joy seemed to have burst through his emotional floodgates. He could no longer hold it in.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Radagon murmured.
It was not just Rennala's recovery, but also the fact that Marika had done nothing to obstruct it.
However strange it was, that alone was enough to make Radagon happy.
It was hard to imagine how tragic things would have been if Marika had interfered.
Everything had gone so smoothly that Radagon felt as though he were dreaming. In fact, though, he hardly ever dreamed.
Still, Miquella had not guaranteed that Rennala could recover completely.
Rennala's condition had merely improved; she had not returned to her former self.
Miquella had given Rennala a close medical examination and concluded, "Her mental faculties have recovered somewhat."
"Could you be a little clearer?" Ranni did not quite understand.
"It means Rennala has begun to show signs of recovery. But she hasn't recovered to the level of a normal adult yet. Right now, she's more like a child," Miquella said. "You'd better take good care of her and keep her from getting upset."
"Yes, keep her from getting upset." Ranni nodded.
She absolutely could not tell her that her two sons had died.
Otherwise, once she understood, she would surely be terribly distressed and start trying to kill herself again.
While they were in the dream, Zhao Si had already taught Ranni the secret of