"Stop! What are you doing?" A sharp, high pitch voice dominated the inn’s first floor, forcing the paladins to suppress their spirits.

The unknown power in the voice seemed to restrain the paladins. As a woman descended from the stairs, the paladins knelt on one knee in unison to show their respect.

It was the person they admired, Saintess Hillis.

Hillis passed by the kneeling paladins and approached Lancelot's party situated in the middle of the first floor.

"Lady Saintess! It's dangerous!" A paladin objected.

"Be quiet!" The saintess said.

Once again, the Knights were unable to lift their heads as if a strong pressure was being exerted on them.

The saintess approached Mac and bowed her head to apologize, "My subordinates have been rude."

In Hillis’s eyes, it seemed like her subordinates had surrounded innocent civilians and threatened them, but rather, Mac had deliberately lightly provoked the paladins’ subconscious without anyone knowing. However, since the paladins remained unaware, there was no way that Hillis could have known, having come down late.

When Hillis bowed and apologized, the men groaned indignantly. They blamed themselves more than anyone else for making the honorable saintess bow her...