Chapter 40: Ch. 39 – Con Artist II

The bear licked his lips. Oh God. He was looking at her like she was about to be his next piece of supper.

“I just fought with a necromancer,” she stuttered, laughing nervously, “if you’re smelling the general scent of death, rot, decay, pestilence, et cetera.”

He squinted his eyes. “Is that so? And who was this necromancer?”

“Sarah,” Momo blurted out, thinking of the first name that came to mind. From behind Gunther, Radu looked like he might have an aneurism. “Sarah the Necromancer.”

“I’m not familiar with a Sarah,” Gunther tilted his head, growing ever closer to Momo. “Seems a bit too average a name. Those necros always call themselves something audacious.”

“Not me,” Momo shook her head furiously. “I have the least audacious name in the books.”

“And what would that be?”

“Momo. Just four letters, no crazy nickname. Except if you count Knight Momo. That’s what the boys in the brigand call me,” she blabbered on, nodding her head up and down for emphasis. “No one loves Kyros more than me. I’m basically his - his biggest fan. I have like three shrines.”

Radu’s face was buried in his hands now, not even able to look up at her. Momo took this as a good sign.

“Well, Knight Momo…” the bear leaned in ever closer. His fur tickled Momo’s face, and she held back a terrified sneeze. “You better get yourself to a bath, because the next knight won’t be as clever as me. Praise Kyros.”

“Praise Kyros,” Momo squeaked, and her hands flew to her stomach. It flared with pain, as if she had been smacked by an invisible hand - or much more likely - a peeved Morgana.

Luckily, the bear took it as a bow.

“Good, well then. I will leave you incapable knights to it.” He straightened his back, and turned on his heel back towards the main room. “If you manage to lock yourself in there, I’m not coming back with a key.”

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When he was finally out of earshot, Momo let out the longest breath of her life. She had nearly gone white with the degree of oxygen she was withholding.

“There is no way that worked,” Radu said, standing before her in shock. “I guess my suspicions about you were true, then. Hard to believe you’re a necromancer.”

“Hard to believe you’re a talking lizard,” she grumbled back, crossing her arms.

“Halfling,” he stared, but quickly relaxed. Momo was scared he’d have a bad reaction to her occupation, but if anything, he looked impressed. “I’ve got to hand it to you, that was some terrible acting.”

“I’m a born performer,” Momo mumbled. Those fresh charisma points had definitely done all the work. She was just lucky he didn’t interrogate her any further; if he had asked her a single detail about Kyros, she would have curled up into a ball on the floor and yelled mercy.

“You surely are. That was quite possibly the worst con I’ve ever seen,” Radu said, “but it worked, and we avoided getting our asses handed to us by an expert Holy Knight. I’ve got to say, Momo, you are truly a [Con Artist].”

“Oh no, please don’t say that —”

Before she knew it, she was being smacked in the face by parchment.

“Can I refuse a class?” Momo mumbled miserably, not even looking at the paper. “Please tell me I can refuse it.”

“Can’t refuse fate, my friend,” Radu grinned wolfishly. “One of us, then?”

Steeling herself, she unfurled the piece of paper.

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