In the scorching heat of the sun, I pulled out my pistol and fired a normal round.

The bullets that flew out flew normally at first, but halfway through, they scattered like a broken balloon.

”Splattered!”

I yelped.

A burning discomfort in my lungs, like when I took a deep breath in a sauna, came over me all at once.

I held my mouth and looked at the scattered bullets.

It scattered on the ground, and soon it was like hearing an onomatopoeic sound, like a round water droplet(,).

‘Is it melting and turning into a liquid?’

I was more and more surprised.

It’s a burning heat that bites my skin, a burning heat that makes my lungs uncomfortable if I breathe deeply – but not that much.

The bullet – it doesn’t feel like it’s hot enough to melt metal.

To my surprise, a yatacalas attacks me.

A beak attack from a smooth glide – I thought it was going to be a beak attack from a smooth glide – but it started to wear flames all over its body.

It’s like a bird of fire.

It looks like it’s not going to be enough even if you receive it or defend against it, so I flew right to the side to avoid it.

While evading, I fired another round of normal ammunition to test it out.

Then, as I thought, it melted and scattered on the way.

While dodging the yatagaras that were chasing me, I took out another conventional round to check it.

It didn’t melt at all, it didn’t seem to melt.

Burnt metal usually becomes so hot that it cannot be touched, but normal bullets are not.

The handle of the kettle right after boiling, you could touch it and lift it if you were patient.

That’s how hot it was.

It wasn’t very hot, but it wasn’t hot enough to melt.

I wondered what was going on.

I tried to put a bullet in the gun to further understand the situation – and then.

The temperature had been rising gradually, and I couldn’t help but go, “Ow! And then he’s like, “Oh,” and then he drops the bullet.

“Ah.

Then the bullet that had fallen to the ground melted.

The bullet, which had been solid, melted and became a metallic, slippery liquid.

…… hello.

One possibility occurred to him, and he pulled a fruit from the Grand Eater’s pocket.

A snake fruit, wrapped in a skin like a snake scale.

That’s two.

He tossed one of them in a pile toward the day after tomorrow with a pop.

If I threw it at the yatagaras, I didn’t want to do so because it was likely to be scorched by the flames I was wearing.

And the other one was held firmly in my hand.

The difference was immediately apparent.

The snakefruit that I held only slightly warmed up, but the snakefruit that I let go of turned to charcoal faster than it could fall to the ground.

‘No flying tools–you mean, Celeste!

I wonder if she’s okay.

The bicorn horn, operated by string, is dangerous.

Sakura seemed to be in trouble too.

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to find out what’s going on in the world.

…… No, Celeste might be fine.

Earlier, at about the same time as this one’s ball, the other two balls disappeared as well.

It’s probably, but Celeste and Emily, who came down from the same place, don’t have the burning heat.

Sakura might be pulling a third.

There was no way to be sure, but it seemed that way somehow.

‘Oops!’

I was distracted.

The yataglass’s assault gouged the side of my body that I couldn’t avoid.

Throbbing and painful, the wound had two kinds of heat.

Long-range attacks are impossible.

If you try to fight in close quarters, the flames are tricky.

If you try to fight it, it’s a very formidable () monster.

However.

I fired an accelerated shot at myself.

I fired an injection-like “close range” shot, and it worked before it melted.

Enter the accelerated world.

The yatter went into slow motion.

I approached it, dodged its rush and delivered a painful blow from the side.

An instantaneous contact in an accelerated world.

I barely felt the heat.

This is good, I said, and I went straight for the rush and took down the yatagaras.

Then – one of its three legs broke off.

…… Ah.

I soon realized that this was a mistake.

Yes, this was different from our meeting, this was.

I had to take it down last.

I went “A-ha!” and covered my face with my hands and looked up at the heavens.

After a while, sure enough.

The broken leg came back to life and the Yatagaras’ attack was back to square one.

‘I shouldn’t do it quickly, but …… you’re going to have to be patient and time it in that scorching heat.

I thought to myself that I was being mean.

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