Both children jumped at those words.
Rather than Demons, it was more fitting to call them the Demon Clan. They were highly intelligent, and during the great war long ago, countless humans and Monsters had suffered at their hands.
Even in fairy tales, the Demon Clan were portrayed as utterly evil, cruel, and vicious.
The two children naturally knew that history could not be trusted completely, but official histories, unofficial accounts, and even little folk tales all portrayed the Demon Clan the same way. That meant they really had done unforgivable things to humans and Monsters.
"But... it's helping us..." Frisk said reassuringly. "That means it should be the former case."
"Yeah... it really is strong," Linde agreed. After all, it had nearly killed him. How could it not be strong?
Meanwhile, at the foot of Mount Ebott, Ralph and his companions emerged from the mountain.
"In the end, we still didn't find the thing Teacher told us about..." The blonde girl sighed.
Ralph shook his head. "Anyway, let's go find that old friend of Teacher's first."
The three walked slowly side by side, finally arriving before the somewhat weathered little wooden house at the foot of the mountain.
They stopped, and the blonde girl raised her hand to knock lightly on the wooden door, calling out, "Hello, is anyone home?"
But only silence answered them.
After waiting a little while, the tall man cautiously reached out and gently pushed the wooden door before him.
To their surprise, the door swung open without any resistance.
Looking into the empty house, he could not help sighing helplessly. "Ah, it looks like the owner isn't here. What a shame. I'd hoped to hand him the item Teacher entrusted to us in person."
There was indeed no one inside, and a thin