God A: Hey, did you see that?
God B: What do you mean... huh? What's this?! Hoho, now that's some blasphemy I haven't seen in eons...
God A: Right, let's burn that thing to a crisp right away!
God B: Hmmmmm. Wait a second... did you not mention we are lacking capable staff down there? Especially on the border regions?
God A: Well, yes that would be so, What does that have to do wi... wait, are you serious?!
God B: It's fine, it's fine... see, she's already wearing them and did not turn to ashes. She's got guts. Let's have her help out a little.
God A: Have you gone senile? That's a high ranking demon we are talking about!
God B: Mh, right. Thus, she'll either burn herself to cinders or ascend as a true saintess. See? No harm done.
God A: Ah, have it your way. But my Saintess Iquisitor is on her way to that village, so enjoy your passtime while you can.
God B: Sure, I shall. Now then, let's bless this one a little... hehe.