The mummy seemed to clearly know Alka's objective.
After all, only this Treasure was worthwhile.
Facing these words, Alka nodded without hesitation.
"That's right, I came for the Curse Sword."
"Although I don't know how you know I've hidden here, nor why you know I want Kalande's life. But none of that matters now." As he spoke, an inexplicable aura of authority emanated from his hollow eye sockets.
He asked, "Young man, I ask you... have you heard of the Curse Sword Clan?"
Alka nodded in acknowledgment.
"Does this clan still have descendants alive?"
Alka nodded again and replied, "Yes, and they're still standing on the frontline against demons, trying to drive the demons out of this place."
"Ha ha ha ha, that's good, worthy of the clan's offspring."
"It seems you are quite familiar with my descendant."
"That's right, very familiar."
The mummy nodded, supporting itself with the Great Sword as it stood up.
"If you want this Treasure, let me witness the demon's death."
