Before the fortress defense battle began, Phield had ordered Alexia to assemble a mineral exploration team.
Suppressing the worry in his heart, Phield rode to a nearby hill. He turned to look at Firomina, who was quietly hugging his waist, looking unusually well behaved.
"Want to try fighting?" Phield reached out and poked the girl's cheek.
"Hm?"
Firomina couldn't understand what he meant. She simply tilted her head, her face filled with confusion.
The moment she saw his finger approaching, she immediately closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and gently sucked on it with complete seriousness.
"My goodness, she's so dumb. And you actually expect her to fight?" Ophelia burst into laughter. "She's still just a baby. We're not even communicating on the same wavelength. Depending on her is less realistic than hoping the enemy runs headfirst into a rock and kills themselves."
