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[13]

Meliodas hated that he couldn't bring himself to shoot Elizabeth on the head. Instead, he hit her stomach. "Bleed to death," He glared, sitting on the ground to check his gash. It was nasty.

"If I'm bleeding to death, might as well make my last words haunt you," Elizabeth spoke up, but weakly this time, "they took you in like a lost child and trained you to be an assassin, and raised you to be a specialist, to be able to conceal yourself in school, but run on the want to kill at night, it's terrifying, honestly,"

Meliodas didn't bother to interrupt. "I knew about how they took you in, when Dreyfus saw you murder a man in an alley. I heard you were in a horrible place. Not that you're in a better one now, anyway. But they raised you to be a machine at their disposal. To where all you have to do with your life is get missions and complete them, am I right?"

Meliodas still didn't speak. "But look at you, aren't you a bit broken? You failed a mission the first time, and now you're running on the rush of revenge. Did Dreyfus approve of this? No? What if you're broken now, and you don't realize it? You know they'll have you executed. Machinery that goes bad get thrown away,"

Meliodas' brow twitched. He may not have cared about what Elizabeth was saying a few minutes ago, but now it was getting to him, but he said nothing. "You murdered your best friend, I believe. And you lost your only family to me, and now you're charged with wrath and could be susceptible to going out of control,"

"You know, my father was part of the SDS. I never knew what he did, but he was a skilled assassin at his age. But somehow, King was able to knock him down. He's quite scary, isn't he? You know, actually, you should be more cautious of him than Dreyfus—"

Meliodas sighed, he's had enough of Elizabeth's rambling. He turned around to aim at her head, but she was already gone. Her last words had to be something unsettling, something about King.

Who was waiting for him.

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