If they beg, I might change my mind

"Directly approach them?" Sung Na-Mi frowns. The purebloods might be able to help them with this problem. The instability is affecting the converts only. That's why she needs to talk to the antisocial king. "Do you think that I didn't think of it? They live in a goddamn castle on the top of the mountain. They have a strong barrier around the castle. Even gods cannot break it."

Se-Yong flicks her forehead. "You are a heavenly-blessed immortal. How come you are cursing the gods?"

"Heaven isn't listening." She shrugs, "And I am cursing the gods, not heaven. They are not the same."

"I dare you to curse in front of Father when he comes back." He narrows his eyes. "You can't do it, right?"

"Oppa, can you focus on the current problem?" Na-Mi points at the bloodbath outside the window. "If this carries on, we will have too many ghosts on earth. I am sure that Arius is behind this."