“You haven’t lost God yet. You just strayed from the path a l–” Roy started.
“Please just go, Roy. I have no intention of returning to the Order.”
“Everybody is waiting for the hero to return.”
“There is no hero. And no God either.”
“…”
If an Inquisitor heard that utterance, execution would be what Crowley would likely have to face. But Roy only kept gazing at Crowley as he reiterated, “…In any case, Gilbert will be laid to rest very soon. The place is the church’s inner cemetery. I’ll attend. And I’m sure Gilbert would be glad if you—”
“I won’t go.”
“Then pray at least. Pray for late Gilbert.”
With that, Roy returned his broken sword to its sheath and exited the house. “Let’s go, Jose. Crowley will come to the cemetery.”
“U-Um… Crowley-sama…” Jose looked between the two knights, in perplexity at Roy and imploringly at Crowley. The boy was already soaked to the bone.
Crowley sighed. “It’s Gilbert’s burial service. You should attend it.”
“Then, let us go together, Crowley-sama.”
“Hurry up and go. This is an order.”
“Uh…” For a while Jose, wearing a troubled expression on his face, stared at Crowley, then ran off.
Crowley watched Jose’s retreating form.
It was still daytime, yet it was dark as ever outside. The heavy downpour showed no signs of abating.