Jasmine seemed to be really clear what “that sword” was referring to, and coldly laughed. “Many gods have died because of that sword. Even though you’re only a wisp of a residual soul, you actually still have deep memories of that sword. This princess, however, can tell you this. Although countless people have risked their lives to find that sword, it has yet to be found by anyone.”
“… The reason why I asked about that sword, is not because of the deep memories I have for it. Rather, residing within that sword, is a spirit that’s extremely important to me.”
Jasmine: “??”
“I have no idea just what kind of answer I wished to hear as well. No matter if it’s been found by someone, or has yet to be found, either answers will bring about hope, and at the same time, worry. I hope that it has been found, but I worry that it’s been found as well…
Jasmine furrowed her brows. “What’s the meaning behind what you just said? Unless there’s still a special secret kept within that sword?”
“It’s not really a secret, but a worry that will never be relieved even if I were to perish… Little girl, I thank you for being willing to reveal yourself and converse with me, and even frankly tell me about some things. Your existence, have given me a few other ideas for this youth who have passed my trials. But you need not worry, I will not harm him, I will only bestow him a few more gifts, and then, entrust him with a part of my wish…”