And then he would kill him. He would kill this vampire.
Ferid’s next comment was happily-sounding, “Haha, it looks to me that you are plenty obsessed with me already.”
“…kill. I’ll kill you.”
Ferid went on, “Well, no need to be so angry. It is not like I lied to you about everything. The conspiracy within the Order did take place. Gilbert-kun would have been killed sooner or later anyway. The ringleaders behind the conspiracy did plan to set Nald Vine up for his murder. I just happened to speed it up a little, is all.”
But Crowley didn’t listen anymore. Every word falling out this monster’s mouth was a lie anyway. There was not an ounce of truth in what he was saying.
“If anything, those schemers laughed and cheered saying that one of them got impatient and stole a march on the rest killing Gilbert-kun first. So don’t worry, it is not like you killed guiltless comrades. But oh well, you did not protect anyone either though.”
Crowley jerked and struggled with all he was worth, feeling the flesh and the tendons in his right arm getting ripped and torn.
He was furious at himself. That he was foolish enough to believe this monster even for a second. No, that he abandoned Gilbert, that ran away from the Knights Templars.