Helene was still wincing a bit as she walked towards the throne room. The tattooing of her brand at her lower back was a bit painful and she would often laugh out loud embarrassingly whenever the tattooer would hold her waist in place. It took four people just to stop her from moving as she accidentally kicked the tattooer a couple of times due to her extreme ticklishness. Now she's standing along with the other Sinners as well, each holding weapons that were scarier than the last one. One of them, Razol, grew weary of waiting for the King and began to leave. Helene didn't know why but she found herself running towards the man and grabbed his arm. "Don't! If you get out of here without direct orders from the King, he's going to throw you in jail again! We're already given a second chance despite all the horrible things we did. Please don't throw away this chance to do better in life." She pleaded to Razol where she could also sense a very dark aura coming from him.