Crowley referred to the dead bodies of this child’s parents, of course. At the moment, they were atrociously dangling upside down from the wall, with all of their blood drawn out, but there was no need to show that to the boy.
“My clothes would get all dirty if I did, so no,” Ferid refused Crowley’s request.
Crowley, exasperated, refocused his gaze on that strange partner of his. “Can you look after the child for a while then?”
“Depends on his face. If it suits my tastes, I will not mind looking after him ♪”
Ah, right. This guy was an indiscriminate pervert to whom it didn’t matter who it was before him, a man or a woman. Crowley couldn’t possibly entrust this child to him right now.
Sighing, Crowley turned to face the boy again. “No need to be afraid. I’m with the Knights Templar.”
“Eh? Are you, now?”
“Be quiet, Ferid-kun. Keep your mouth shut for a while.”
“Okay, oka~y.”