“In any case, wake up. End of journey.”
“I hate mornings,” Ferid bemoaned, stroking a ring-shaped accessory on his hand.
Just then, the servant, driving the carriage, shouted loudly, “Ferid-sama!”
“Yeees~? Are we there?”
“Y-Yes, sir! But, but… What on earth…?!”
The driver’s voice was clearly not his normal. It was the voice of someone frightened by something. Crowley stood up and opened the door despite the carriage still running at full speed.
“Be careful not to fall out,” Ferid warned, but Crowley ignored him, grabbing onto the upper part of the door and leaning out of it from the waist up.