The black cat strolled about in midair, waving its thick and short tail about gently. For some unknown reason, Merlin felt that this strange black cat was moving very elegantly.
'A cat? Moving very elegantly?'
Merlin was even beginning to wonder if he had gone crazy.
"Young Spell Caster, don't look at me like that, I'm the great spirit of the stone tablet, personally carved by the Great Wizard Fidel, the great guardian of the Dark Magic Region, the great Sir Didimoss!"
Merlin felt speechless at the black cat's string of "greats". This weird, lofty black cat which spoke a human language was a being that Merlin could not fathom. He would be able to ask about the Dark Magic Region as they seemed to be connected.
Therefore, Merlin gave a slight bow toward the black cat and spoke in a respectful manner, "Great Sir Didimoss, I possess a token of the Dark Magic Region. I've come here to seek Sir Didimoss' guidance into the Dark Magic Region."