“I was wondering why the person I looked forward to hunting the most suddenly left, and then I heard that you were going to get a rare item. «Pneuma’s Flower» is pretty expensive these days. Gathering information is important after all~” Then she stopped talking for a moment, looked at Kirito, and shrugged. “But swordsman, you were playing with this kid even though you knew that? Are you some kind of idiot? Or did you really fall for her?” Silica’s face reddened with fury at Rosalia’s insults. Her hand moved to draw her dagger. But Kirito grabbed her shoulder. “No, it’s none of those things.” Kirito said, his voice cold. “I was looking for you as well, Rosalia-san.” “——What do you mean?” “You attacked the guild «Silver Flag» ten days ago on the thirty- eighth floor, right? The one where four members died and only the leader survived.” “Ah~, those beggars?” Rosalia didn’t even flinch as she nodded. “That leader... he was looking for somebody to avenge his team in the gate plaza at the front lines, crying from morning till night.” A terrifying coldness could be felt from Kirito’s words. It felt like a blade of ice that had been sharpened to cut anything that came near.