Ferid continued, “Let us move on. Was Gilbert Chartres weak?”
Gilbert was strong, of course. He was a man with a talent for swordfighting and he always worked hard without sparing effort. That was the precise reason why he was named the next Master candidate.
Ferid asked his next question, “Was it possible to easily kill him?”
“No way.”
“Was it possible for Nald Vine?”
“Out of question. Nald Vine was a spoiled rich heir. He didn’t know what hard work even was. There is no way he would be able to kill Gilbert. Not to mention, he is a former Templar. He would surely stand out if he ever showed his face at the HQ.”
Ferid chuckled, “Now we’re talking. Finally feel like using your head?”
Crowley thought back to how Gilbert’s deathscene looked. His face was twisted with terror and despair. But there were no wounds on the body except for the puncture ones on his neck. It didn’t look like he was stabbed with a sword anywhere either. His own sword remained sheathed, too. Which meant that he couldn’t even resist. That strong and hard-working man couldn’t even put up a fight.
Ferid spoke up again, “The next question is, who killed Gilbert then? Was it the vampire you ran into in the war? But if a vampire possessing such incredible strength did exist, would he stoop to playing such petty tricks?”