Protect
"Who's left? Escanor asked the group. All of them were now positively greasy from head to toe, so slipper in fact that Diane had to cling onto the slippery table not to fall off the bench.
"Just Merlin and Ban," answered Dr. Hawk.
The Boar Sin and Fox Sin looked at one another for a moment before Ban yelled, "One two three NOT IT!" And slammed his hand down on the table cackling, a poof of... something wafting into the air from the hit.
Merlin rolled her eyes. "As if that means anything at all."
"Actually," King said, "if you recall the seven rules, rule number two was: there will be no higher authority than 'one two three not it'."
"He's got a point there," Meliodas agreed.
Merlin heaved a sigh before smiling, "Fine, then. Is there anything you'd like to know?"
"Yeah, I have a question," Ban said, raising his hand. "How the hell does your outfit work?"
Merlin looked down, smoothing her hands down her bare torso. "What do you mean?"
"What he means," Diane said, shooting Ban a look, "is that you seem to have, well, the basics covered? But it's not…"
She looked around for help, and then Gowther stepped in and said, "I believe what Diane is meaning is that your outfit, while it covers the basic rules of decency, somehow stays attached to your body without any obvious means. The Sins would all like an explanation."
Everyone nodded and looked at Merlin. The mage looked around at the others with a smile before saying, "No."
"No?" Meliodas asked.
"No," she replied.
"No what?" Ban asked.
"No," she said again.
There was a moment of silence, and then Dr. Hawk said, "Well, there you have it."