"That's all the information we need for now. Meliodas, can you undo the spell and let him leave?"
As soon as I gave my instructions, Meliodas strummed the harp once again and played the music but in reverse. It was still a tone in our ears, which had a mixture of someone dying inside an elegant cemetery.
After finishing his piece, Meliodas motioned his hand at the bandit. Instead of waking up and attacking us, the mercenary fell on the ground with his eyes closed. Within a few seconds, the bloke snored up a storm.
"Meliodas?" I asked.
"What?" Meliodas replied.
"What happened?"
Meliodas cleaned up his instrument and went inside the carriage. "I undid the spell. And now I'm preparing to leave. What do you think I'm doing, Arthur?"
