Following the light voice, everyone cast their gazes toward the burning remains of the "giant rat."
Amidst the blackened metal entwined with flames, a hand was raised.
"Sure is tough to kill."
Taking a sharp breath, Izetta frowned and clicked her tongue.
"No, no, no, if it were a human in this situation, no matter how tough, they would definitely be dead by now. For the Ancient Species, being next to a cartload of exploding shells would likely be tough too. But see—"
Trapped between iron and fire, enduring the baking heat, Gelite emerged with a masochistic wry smile, as the raging flames made his dire condition clearly visible.
This man, who spoke in playful tones, was even doubtful to be considered alive.
