“Hah, I knew it, you are a pervert, Crowley-kun.”
“How mean. I’m just hungry, is all. And speaking of, that’s what I came here to say.”
“To say that I’m a pervert?”
“No. Yesterday’s night, we were going to talk about the past while drinking blood in your mansion, remember?”
“Oh.”
Crowley grimaced, exasperated. “Don’t pretend this is the first time you hear this. You proposed it yourself. Besides, I came here all the way from Nagoya because you called, and I want you to tell me already for what business exactly. Or maybe I should just go back?”
“No.”
“Then tell me what business you called me here for, quickly.”
“Hahaha,” Ferid laughed and put down the pen.
It looked like he would have to put off drawing his map until tomorrow or even later. Still, he needed to finish it soon. After all, it was almost time to put his next plan into motion.
To vampires, the perception of passing time was dulled, and they tended to be forgetful– Ah, right. The time to make good on his promise to “that human” was near.
But right now…
“Fine then. Let us hear the rest of the story about how you became a vampire, while enjoying some blood,” Ferid said.
The story about Crowley Eusford’s past. The story that also had to do with Ferid’s map.
The story about the name “Michaela”. The story about the grand plan spanning for over a millennium that the man who turned Ferid into a vampire talked about.