“Huh?” Crowley tilted his head to the side in puzzlement. Then, coming into the house where Ferid was, he asked, “Ferid-kun. The footprints seem to be leading to the house a little farther down the road.”
To his surprise, he didn’t found Ferid inside. Crowley checked the front room, the kitchen, still nothing. The house had no workroom, so Crowley went to check the bedroom, and that’s where he finally found Ferid.
The blinds were shut, plunging the room into pitch dark. And on the bed, Ferid lay. Arms folded on his chest and eyes closed, he looked happy.
“Oh come on, Ferid-kun.”
“Yeees?”
“It’s way too early to be so tired.”
“It is way too early for me to up, normally.”
“I’m amazed you feel like sleeping in a place with corpses lying all around.”
“Then, do you want to say that you never once slept when you were on the Crusade, Crowley-kun?” Ferid rebuffed with a ridiculous remark.
Of course Crowley slept. With corpses all around him, too. Still…