Ferid was smirking in a way that expressed in no uncertain words the sentiment of “took you long enough”. “By the way, Crowley-kun. I do not really believe in God myself, so I wanted to ask you. Is killing comrades and framing them for a murder considered the shortest way to Heaven these days?”
Needless to say, that wasn’t what they all were taught. What Crowley learned from the Commander was how to kill as many enemies as possible and die for his comrades. Only that.
Crowley’s hand moved unconsciously to reach for the rosary on his neck.
“Here you go touching it again,” Ferid pointed out immediately.
Crowley frowned. “Since when did you know the truth?”
“I wonder.”
“Answer.”
“When we found this needle, I did not yet. But when Gilbert-kun was killed, I figured the killer’s goal right aw—”
“Why didn’t you tell me at the time?!”
“Hah, and what would you do if you knew? Unsheathe the sword you are so good with right inside the Templars’ HQ and kill the ringleaders? You would only end up getting killed yours—”
“Give me the names of the ringleaders!”