His memory still lingered on the moment he was enveloped by the pink mist. He could feel himself falling asleep but didn't know why.
"This is the Dream Catcher, a Treasure. A 'Holy Grail'-level Treasure," Alka said without reservation.
Upon hearing this, Pororo shot up, visibly shocked.
"A Treasure! You possess a Treasure! Does that mean we can leave this cursed place?"
Hearing Pororo's words, Alka looked at him with a strange expression. Is that the first thing he's focusing on?Shouldn't he be concerned about me having a Treasure?
However, he still said, "Since we possess the Treasure, we can try to rescue Andre. If it's feasible, then..."
Alka didn't finish his sentence, but they both knew what he meant. Having a Treasure meant having the capital to oppose his father, fulfilling the most basic condition.
Chadite reminded from the side, "We don't know what Treasure is in your father's possession."
