Only, Crowley heard that he started acting oddly after coming back home. He turned melancholic and became prone to incoherent delirious mumbling. Soon after, he stopped coming to the Order and church.
But Crowley was the same. Ever since he had returned from that war, he stopping going to church, so he didn’t know any details about how exactly Nald Vine distanced himself from the Knights Templar. Then again, quite a few knights became like that. That Crusade was just too disastrous, and there was no lack in those who chose to distance themselves from their Orders after it.
“Then, was it Nald Vine who killed Gilbert Chartres?”
“Who knows. But at the very least he is the one this needle belongs to. Moreover, it seems like after returning from the Crusade, he talked about some bizarre things. That in that war, he ran into an unkillable monster that sucked human blood.”
“…Wha, that’s…”
“And that it was possible to obtain eternal life through sucking human blood. By devouring life of others, one becomes an immortal, is what he preached in delirium, it appears. Ah, but I seem to recall there was another madman who told me a similar story. Who was it, again? I think it was the man I drank wine together with once. Do you not remember hearing that story, Crowley-kun?” Ferid jested.