I felt that these two people from the Church were being insufferably pretentious.
They were far too full of themselves, acting as if they were Jesus himself. Especially Anthony, with that overwhelming sense of superiority. Did he really think Great Xia had no gods left?
Still, I smiled. "So you can deal with Hades and Ares? Fine, then leave them to you. I hope you can do as you said and help us resolve this disaster."
Since they felt so good about themselves, why shouldn't I hand these formidable enemies over to them?
The moment I said that, Archbishop Crow's expression changed slightly. But Anthony said disdainfully, "Isn't it just Hades? If he dares to come, I'll show him the power of Holy Light. And if even Holy Light can't do anything to him, we still have Holy Water. I refuse to believe he won't die!"
Archbishop Crow shot him a fierce glare, and only then did he shut up.
I hadn't expected them to have actually brought Holy Water. Wasn't that stuff something even the Church possessed only in limited quantities? It wasn't like what some people claimed, where water drawn from a spring in the Church automatically became Holy Water. It had been blessed and baptized by Jesus. There had only been one small bottle to begin with, and after all these years of use and consumption, only a dozen or so drops remained. Every drop was exceedingly precious, even rarer than Sacred God's Blood.
Yet this time, the Church had actually been willing to let the two of them bring Holy Water with them.
Bringing it wasn't a major issue in itself, but why had Archbishop Crow stopped Anthony from saying more? Could it be that they weren't here solely to deal with Hades and Ares? Their