"... Well, I got rid of the noise, but this iron lattice doesn't freak out..."
Shester took a direct hit from Ice Falls (Blazefall) and shrugged into a sigh of sigh as he stared at the icy iron plaid.
Then Lombardo beside him also stepped forward as if to check on the iron lattice.
And looking at the iron lattice, he nodded small in the sense that he agreed with Chester.
"But it's iron. I guess that means it's resistant to cold air. Well, I'm not really good at this, but would you like to give it a try? Lieutenant, please step back a little longer."
Shester says, "I dyed both of those arms red this time.
"Then I'll go. Red Lotus Flame!"
At the same time as Shester's cry, the flames of the Red Lotus blew up from both of its arms.
And as the whirlpool rolled, the flame thrust, and struck a cold, frozen iron lattice.
Five, ten seconds and the Red Lotus Flame (Barflame) continued to strike the iron lattice.
And every further twenty, thirty seconds and time passed, the iron lattice gradually widened the range of staining bright red.
But...
"Hmm... this is no good..."
Shester finally lifted the Red Lotus Flame and slowly lowered his arms down.
"This isn't very much, but my immature heat magic couldn't seem to burn it off"
Lombardo gazed closer to the critical point on an iron lattice stained bright red by heat.
Then, although the surface of the iron lattice was dyed red, the part of its core seemed completely unaffected.
"... you're here. Unfortunately, we're not going to be able to get out of here."
Chester made a rare weak noise.
Then Lombardo silently sent a blameworthy gaze to Shester.
Shester immediately noticed the gaze, shrugged his shoulders and immediately objected.
"No, I'll tell you what. That's not a weak sound, is it? I remain reporting the results after a calm analysis of the current situation. It's never weak sound or anything. Thank you for your understanding."
Lombardo accidentally blew up on Shester's excuse for a long sentence.
At that time, however, because Lombardo leaked his voice slightly, Shester blamed it this time only in return.
"You shouldn't. I told you not to speak up, didn't I?
Then Lombardo frowned and protested silently.
"What? Are you gonna tell me I shouldn't? No, I didn't do anything, did I? It's the Deputy Secretary's fault. How dare you blow up when you're hurting your throat and even speak up?
When Shester said so and had a cynical grin, Lombardo shrugged his shoulders and laughed bitterly.