168 168. The Necromancer, The Dude

A sudden thud resounded as Sylvester saw Chonky falling from his shoulder to the floor of the boat. Thankfully the furry boy didn't cry in pain. 

"What was that?" Lady Aurora looked left and right. 

Sylvester shrugged and focused on the map again. "Must have been the wind." 

But Lady Aurora was someone who once decides on doing something, never quits. "So, who is this Chonky?" 

"An imaginary friend I made when I was little since I had no friends around my age to play with. It was a talking cat, little and very cute. So whenever I am in any problem now, I think about him, and it helps me to calm down." He lied through his teeth. 

Lady Aurora made a face that showed pity and some sadness. "You poor soul, mentally retarded and isolated. I can understand your scars, as I was also little when I came to the Holy Land. But I was already at the age of starting school. You were just a month old, so I can imagine."