"Holy Water—I assume you had some on you?"
He took a small bottle from his pocket, the kind that held about a hundred milliliters. "Yes, I kept a bottle on hand. We don't actually need this much; a few drops are enough. It's used when the Holy Spirit attaches all of the Lord's sacred will to the new body, stabilizing the reborn body's functions."
The key issue now was the body of the Lord he had mentioned.
Peter was guarding that body, which made it especially important now.
"If they approached Peter in the Lord's name, I think Peter would most likely hand over the Lord's new body to you."
I shook my head. "I can try to help him at my doorstep, but now..." I wanted to say that I was simply too far away to do anything.
Besides, I was from Great Xia. If I showed up on the Vatican's turf, they would definitely attack me without hesitation, especially after my father took the Holy Relic.
I wouldn't believe it if they didn't want me dead.
"So Peter might be your ally?"
He shook his head. "No. That guy is stubborn and rigid. He only obeys the Lord's will. The Lord gave him the key to Heaven long ago. He could have gone to Heaven, but he didn't. All these years, he has been guarding that body for the Lord."
That was true loyalty.
"I went to see him before and told him about Mattia and the others' plot, but he didn't believe me. In his eyes, since they were the Lord's apostles, how could they betray the Lord? He even thought I was trying to exclude and frame the other apostles for personal gain. To be honest, he gave me a thorough scolding. Because of that, his