With this, Crowley extended his hand towards Ferid. Grabbing him by the lapels, he slammed the silver-haired man against the wall with great force. But Ferid, completely unruffled, only continued to grin like a fool.
“No, I will not. If I did, it would only play into their hands. They do not necessarily have to pin the crime on Nald Vine. After all, there is another knight who shows signs of having gone insane. Setting you up as Gilbert’s murderer is wh—”
“Shut the hell up and tell me the names of Gilbert’s murde—”
“And what will you do then? To start with, do you think you have the right to be angry? If only you had not distanced yourself from the Knights Templar, you would not have needed to ask me who the ringleaders were. You would have known yourself who was Gilbert’s rival for the position of the next Master.”
“…”
“But you have no way of knowing. Because you are not a Templar Knight anymore. You introduced yourself as someone with the Knights Templar when you saved the child earlier, haha, do not make me laugh. You have already run away from your comrades and from God, wrong?”
“…I…”
“Gilbert-kun was involved in politics and faced a crisis. He needed the hero to return to overcome it. But that hero lost God and refused to return no matter what.”
“…”
“Roy Rouland who visited you on the day of Gilbert-kun’s funerals is in the same situation. Gilbert’s faction has lost its leader. It is collapsing. Moreover, that leader was killed by his fellow knights. There are very few comrades the members can trust now. After all, the enemy is very careful, and the type of people who would stop at nothing, even at killing their political opponent and pinning the blame on the innocent. But still, if the hero had returned at that point…”
“…”