‘Another bottle?’ Philip furrowed his forehead, a little befuddled. Chi-Woo was momentarily confused as well, but soon realized what Kabal meant.

‘Say that she can!’

“…What?”

‘The holy water! Holy water!’

“Ah…seriously, are you…” Philip’s eyes narrowed. How many bottles did they have left? Two bottles, or three? Holy water was like the special talismans made by Chi-Woo’s master. Once used, it couldn’t be replenished again. They had already used one bottle on Kabal, and now she was asking for another one?

In Philip’s perspective, it seemed wasteful to use something like that on a god who didn’t even have a good foundation or was worshipped throughout generations; instead, she was an esoteric god who had been pushed far back into history. He couldn’t help but hesitate.

However, there were two reasons he couldn’t outrightly object. First, they weren’t in a situation to be picky. Second, using holy water was a method that consumed ‘relatively’ fewer resources and guaranteed better results than the other options they had. The die, World’s Milestone, was off the table as its effects were uncertain, and the remaining special talismans were more valuable than a bottle of holy water in Philip’s perspective.

In the end, Philip yelled, “…Damn it! Fine!’”

“Thank you! You really are the best, oppa!” Kabal smiled brightly and pulled out one bottle of holy water, popping off its cap and pouring...