That sent Crowley into action the same instance, and he stepped on the boy’s hand with force.
“Agh!” The knife fell out of the boy’s grip. “D-Damn! Dammit!“
Crowley held down the violently struggling child.
"D-Don’t kill me?!” The boy’s face took on a haunted look of despair.
It appeared that he had been hiding here the whole time. According to Ferid, the culprits slaughtered the village’s residents not less than 6 hours ago, so this child must have been here all this time. He was probably paralyzed with dread and couldn’t move, thinking he would be killed if he came out or having been told by his parents to not come out no matter what.
The boy’s face was all soggy with tears. His bottom half was wet as well. He must have soiled himself under that bed.
Taking in all of that about the boy, Crowley called out to Ferid, “Ferid-kun. I have something to ask of you.”
“What could it be?”
“Can you deal with the dead bodies outside this house?”