The 3 gods might be angry.

"Sire, there is a protest going on in the city again." A castle guard informed after his combat boots shook the polished wooden plank flooring of the throne room.

"So what? Get a few guards and end the protest." King Mendebal commanded, thinking of this as a small and in these days, usual situation.

Hesitant to explain but understanding that it's a bigger risk to avoid the situation, the castle guard swallowed his spit and cited. "This sire... is led by chapel master Andonil Wehe and they all want your head."

"What!" The King shouted but at the same time wasn't surprised.

The maid walked on the other side of the room, heard the King holler by the first step but couldn't quite comprehend the situation.

Considering this a light situation, she didn't interrupt the conversation and just walked with her broom towards the middle of the room where most people walk at.