Looking down on the man coldly, Crowley said, “…Maybe, but you are the ringleaders.”
“We did it for justice! For the future of the Order! Neither Gilbert nor Roy would want you doing this. And neither would Commander Alfred! So come on, Crowley. Listen to what I have to say. No, you should just return to the Order. Everybody is wai—”
“Unfortunately, there is no justice in what I’m doing.” With that, Crowley brought his sword down.
The man’s body got bisected in two, and his upper half fell down to the ground. Blood flowed in rivers, but the rain washed it all away in no time.
For a while, Crowley just stood there, staring down at the dead bodies of those who once used to be his brethren-in-arms.
The rain poured down heavily as ever. From the tears the swords opened up in his rain gear, water permeated inside. The clothes underneath got drenched, weighting down Crowley’s body.
Suddenly, Ferid appeared next to Crowley.