Practicing was meaningless. Because eventually, humans would die anyway.
The man’s pupils dilated. He probably couldn’t see anymore. And yet, mustering the last of his strength, the man still forced out, “…Cro…wley-sama… W-Was I… Was I able… to become… a worthy kni…”
The man died, leaving the question unfinished.
Crowley gazed at him. At his dead body. Then, taking off the rosary of the man he considered the finest and worthiest knight of them all from his neck, he put it atop the man’s body.
“At the very least, you died on a battlefield. You’re a much, much worthier knight than the likes of me unable to even die anymore.” Sweeping his hand to close the man’s eyes, Crowley added, “So don’t worry and rest in peace, Jose.”