Sylvester didn't hurry too much as it would take a lot of time for the King to get sick. Not to mention, the poison that he had fed to the latter was untraceable, and there was no cure known to anyone other than five people that worked for the Church.
Sylvester rested in the cabin behind while Lady Aurora drove the carriage. They took turns to rest every now and then but didn't stop the whole way after sleeping once at night in a town.
However, Sylvester was more worried about his little furry friend. "Chonky! Are you alright? Do you feel anything?"
He was worried because the poison was very dangerous, and he didn't know if Chonky could ensure that no single drop of it went into his system. So, he held Miraj on his lap, on his back, as he rubbed his belly.
"I… I feel something, Maxy." Miraj replied with a scared impression.
"What?!" Sylvester was alarmed.
Grrr…!
