What a cheapskate of a king!

He milks me for points just because I got a look at his face?

I'd lost my head for a second over a legendary king from the storybooks of my childhood.

Of all the things in the world to steal, he extorts my points!

King Solomon or not, I couldn't forgive it.

I had a reasonable suspicion that Alphadak and King Solomon had signed a sponsorship deal.

It stank of the kind of cozy arrangement a tour guide has with the local souvenir shops.

Same as paying a web portal to get your link into the top paid-search slot.

All I'd wanted was to see Nova hyungnim.

No thanks to the old, low-res version of King Solomon.

"Um, Great King..."

"Let us walk a while."

He must have spent the points already, because his robes had a new shine to them.

The king was shameless.

Unlike the low-rank gods, he was quick on the uptake.

An intermediate god, all right—his presence had a refinement the others lacked.

When he said let us walk, I couldn't argue.

Pad, pad. The king walked through the palace.

"We greet Your Majesty."

"!!!" As King Solomon walked, shadows appeared out of nowhere and bowed to him.

"You are working hard."

"We are unworthy."

Once Solomon passed, the shadows that had spoken vanished just like that.

As if they'd never appeared in the first place.

I pinched my own cheek.

It hurt.

This was real.

Like an AI-graphics Divine Realm edition.

"My father and my mother... were adulterers."

It was a startling thing to confess on a stroll.

I knew the story of King Solomon, more or less.

The king's father was the famous shepherd boy, David.

The self-made legend who cracked Goliath's forehead wide open and rose to become king of Israel.

His mother had been the wife of a Hittite mercenary general.

Dazzled by her beauty, David... committed adultery.

God's anger cost him his first son, and the son he got through remorse and repentance was Solomon.

"I know."

"And... my mother was a mage."

"What? A…