"Well, these Vanguards of Trifid aren't like the main one, right? They don't have flame resistance, do they?"
Hearing Beatrix's question, Holone blinked again and answered, "Trifid has resistance to flames? I've never heard of that."
"Eh? But Caeril said Trifid had a resistance to being burned," Beatrix replied, then turned to Artemisia and asked, "Didn't he?"
"Not exactly. He just said it regrew after being burned. He didn't mention any resistance to the act itself."
"Oh…" Beatrix nodded, then shrugged.
"Regardless. They're tree-types, and those are usually weak to flames. In that case, neither of us is doing anything here. After all, this guy over here—" she gestured toward Evan as she spoke, "—is the incarnation of fire."
Evan, who had been silently locking onto the Vanguards of Trifid charging forward with fervour, trying to reach his position, chuckled and responded,
