He couldn’t win this, this much was absolutely certain.
Looking up at Ferid, Crowley said, “…Ferid-kun.”
“Yeees?”
“I’ve got something to ask of you.”
“I’m listening.”
“…I admit defeat. Do what you will with my life.”
“Hmph.”
“So can you please spare my comrades who are about to come in here?”
“The Templars, you mean?”
“Precisely.”
“But you are not a Templar Knight anymore. You said it yourself, remember?”
“…Please, Ferid-kun.”