The 3 gods are not angry.

As they walked into the throne room, King Mendebal's mind suffered through confusion and he interjected it with a question. "What brings you here Arthur?"

With a smirk, not to be confused with a smile, as he walked forward Arthur deciphered. "Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to save you from being beheaded by your citizens."

Most definitely offended, Mendebal stood from his throne and echoed. "Save me? I don't need saving, anyone who tries to kill me will be burned in the city centre."

"That will just cause a riot that will destroy the city, the chapel got a quarter of the city convinced by now." As he finally reached the throne, merchant Arthur bickered. "After all, 25 hundred soldiers can't handle 18 thousand people."

Reason splashed on his face, the King took calmness as his best friend as swallowing his spit became the inevitable.

Sitting back down on his throne, Mendebal Griffin questioned. "So what are you planning? This 3 god thing is all bullshit right?"