In the castle overgrown with vines, countless soldiers lay sleeping unto death, a discovery that baffled and unnerved everyone.
Especially since a companion had already fallen into an unwakeable sleep.
Curl couldn't dare to sit down again, fearing he might doze off once more as he paced back and forth, picking up his Iron Sword and swinging it vigorously to try and stay awake.
The others were also on edge, worried they might become drowsy.
The man in the hat, as usual, took control of the situation, comforting everyone, "Don't be too nervous, as soon as we find the King's sword, we can all leave this place."
"But where is the King's sword?"
"The place is so big, where do we even start looking?"
"Yes, we don't even know what the sword looks like..."
