“You were late on purpose, right? Making sure that I wouldn’t run into the group of the armed murderers.”
“I just overslept though.”
“I want proper answers. In truth, you already know who the killers are, aren’t you?”
That inquiry elicited another grin from Ferid. “No, no. You are selling me too high. Are you mistaking me for a god, perhaps? There are things that even I do not know.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“Yes, the truth and only the truth. But well, I have a rough idea of who killed Gilbert-kun.”
“Wha?! Who was it?!” Crowley shouted, demanding to know.
But at that Ferid turned his back to him, shifting his gaze to the still and silent village ahead. “But then again, you cannot arrest anyone on assumptions and insight alone. Having proof is a must. That is why we came here. Well then, if you do not want to wait until dusk, can we go investigate the village already? As I said, I personally hate sunlight. I’m a night dweller, you see.”
“You just love night amusements, is all, I bet.”
“Fufufu.” Ferid started walking, chuckling all the while.