"Stop, Meliodas! Are you out of your mind?!" I shouted, as I drew Clarent from my hips. "You don't have to do this, Meliodas! You don't have to kill this soldier! And I don't want to hurt you, Meliodas!"
"Let me ask one thing, Arthur…. Do you know how these knights operate inside the shadows? Have you seen harassed teenage girls before they sleep? Did you watch those innocent people get killed by their own hands and blame the monsters for it? You've only seen one side of the coin, Arthur. These same people who vowed to protect the city killed my uncle's son…. I wasn't there either until I saw his saddened face," Meliodas exclaimed.
I did not know what Meliodas was talking about. Some rumours spread around Magique about corrupted knights and their unwanted behaviours. But I did not expect that the stories Meliodas narrated happen in this timeline.
It was as if the people working for justice were just wolves in sheep's clothing.
