"You idiot! Only angels can break the seal! If you kill them, how are we supposed to get out? Besides, even if you get out, you won't be able to kill them! We've already seen their future!"
"Uh..."
Frisk asked Carlret about the story of the Evil Spirits and Demons, while Linde stood silently beside them.
After all, he couldn't understand a word.
If it had been Old English, which emerged after AD 450, Linde would have understood at least some of it. There were similarities in the structure, after all, and quite a few words overlapped.
But this was an even more ancient form of English! One that hadn't even been named yet.
God only knew why Frisk could speak this language.
Linde quietly pulled Frisk aside. "What languages do you know?"
"Hmm... let me think... English, Old English, Ancient Greek, and a tiny bit of Chinese," Frisk answered thoughtfully.
Linde: ???
Do you even hear yourself? What do any of those have to do with this ancient language?
"I know what you're wondering. I don't know his language either, but its structure is a lot like Ancient Greek, and plenty of its words overlap with Old English, so I can basically understand what he's saying." Frisk waved a hand. "And he can more or less understand me, too."
Linde was genuinely baffled. He had seen Frisk's memories, too, and he couldn't recall Frisk ever encountering any language other than English before entering the orphanage.
Wait, something's wrong. There must be something seriously off about her experiences after entering the orphanage.
Lost in thought, Linde followed behind them.
Yet when they reached the spot behind the future Throne where the Barrier had originally stood, they discovered there was no way through!
Carlret suggested, "How about we fly out