Radagon and Marika both put on the clothes that had long been prepared for them.
They stood in the Elden Throne Hall, facing each other.
It was the first time they had seen each other in this form.
"Seeing you with my own eyes like this, I don't think you look anything like me." Marika studied Radagon's face. "Some people actually said we looked alike. Utter nonsense."
Radagon touched his red hair. "I'm a man, and you're a woman. How could we look alike?"
Unfortunately, nothing could change his red hair.
The Erdtree's power had been combined with the silver cocoon's abilities to reshape a body for Radagon.
Of course, its strength could only reach the level of a demigod. Reaching Marika's level was hardly possible.
But that was all right.
Radagon was already strong enough. There weren't many people in the Lands Between who could beat him.
Protecting himself, living his life, protecting his family-it was enough for anything.
"I thought you two would get into a fight." Trina leaned over the back of the Elden Throne, watching them with a grin.
"Shut up, you little brat!" Marika shot Trina a fierce, cold glare.
Trina immediately ducked behind the throne in fright.
Radagon sighed. "So we have nothing to do with each other anymore, right?"
"Of course we don't." Marika waved a hand. "Go find your Rennala. I'm off to find Godfrey."
Her voice grew lighter as she spoke, and she simply jogged out of the Elden Throne Hall.
After all those years of living together, there wasn't the slightest affection between them.
Never mind discussing their feelings; even sharing the same space felt unbearable.
"Oh, Father, Father. Aren't you a bit too much of a failure?" Trina watched Radagon from behind the chair with a smile.
Radagon turned