It belonged to the boy he saved in

It belonged to the boy he saved in the chasers’ village. The boy said his name was Marlon, aged 8. Crowley allowed him to live in his house for the period until the boy found a job, but actually, perhaps due to him being the son of craftsmen, it turned out that the boy was well trained and excelled in all kinds of housework and everyday chores. Ever since he had come to live with Crowley, all the nooks and crannies of the house were so squeak clean that the visiting maid that was in charge of cleaning lamented the lack of work left to her.

Boys be boys, and this one was no exception, appearing to be taking an interest in the sword lately. Jose was teaching him some basics, and the boy started talking with passion about how he wanted to become a splendid knight like Crowley in the future and join the Knights Templar.

“Jose-sama has come to see you, sir,” Marlon said.
Crowley grimaced before commenting, “Again? He’s been coming pretty much every day…”
“It is only natural, sir! Because I’m your squire, Crowley-sama. And I’m an assistant teacher at your training school!” Jose’s voice came as he barged in without waiting for an invitation.
“You’re not even strong yourself.”
“Of course I cannot hold a candle to you, Crowley-sama, but I’m stronger than the students. Speaking of, Crowley-sama, please teach me some easy things, too.”
“Uh, let’s just say that you’re plenty strong and leave it at that.”
“Crowley-sama!”