Not far ahead from Crowley, a carriage of an elegant make came to a halt. Crowley knew the driver boy. His name was Khinueh, if Crowley remembered right. The boy lived in Ferid’s mansion.
Crowley headed towards the carriage. When he approached, the driver boy opened the door for him politely.
“Please get in, Crowley-sama.”
“Thanks.”
Crowley got into the carriage, taking a seat across from Ferid.
Not looking at him, Ferid said, “Hello, Crowley-kun. It has been a while.”
“Yeah.”
“How have you been doing since we last saw each other?”
“We last saw each other only 3 days ago.”
“Well, I’m so bored when you’re not around~”
“But nothing amusing will happen around me anymore. The vampire hunt is already over.”
Ferid inclined his head to the side in doubt, “Is it now? The town is still abuzz with this talk though.”
No, that infamous vampire preoccupied with the political power struggle was definitely dead. Crowley killed him himself. There was no one anymore for this town’s residents to fear.