This Is the Hall of God, This Is the Gate of Heaven!

Phew! A close call! A close call!

Outside the tent, King David wiped the cold sweat from his brow and let out a relieved sigh. He then glanced back over his shoulder, looking rather helpless.

"The matter is over, but that bad impression of being 'disobedient' has probably been noted down by that Saint."

"Not probably. Definitely..."

Queen of Sheba supported the mentally wounded Martha as she leaned against a boulder, correcting him irritably.

At that moment, a war council was underway inside the royal tent. Yet whether it was Martha, who had once been captured, or King David, Queen of Sheba, Bartelans the Child of the Sword, and Asura King Vritra, the four troublemakers who had stepped forward, all had been asked to leave and rest.

Clearly, that Saint was not satisfied with their loyalty.

"Beautiful girl, with a face that pretty, your brain ought to be smarter too. Know your place next time!"

After a brief silence, King David saw that no one else was around. His expression turned solemn as he addressed the purple-haired saintess with mild reproach.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I..."

Just as Martha was about to speak, King David rolled his eyes and complained.

"We're just hired help. Why are we worrying so much?"

"To protect people and guide them. That is my mission as one called a saintess. I was once saved, so when people desire aid and offer their prayers, doing everything I can to protect the weak... should also be my duty..."

The purple-haired saintess glanced at King David, her voice somewhat hoarse.

"Save yourself before saving others. Didn't your teacher teach you that? These days, even the Lord has no time to care whether ordinary people live or die. Investing in yourself is more reliable. You can think about the rest