Inevitably, Silica had started to avoid male players that seemed to have those sorts of interests. Besides, «there’s always a motive behind sweet words» was common sense in Aincrad. The boy scratched his head again, as if he were short on answers. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it once again. After that, he turned his gaze and then muttered in a small voice: “…Well, it’s not like this is a manga… I’ll tell you if you promise not to laugh.” “I won’t.” “It’s because… you look like my sister.” At this really manga-like answer, Silica couldn’t stop herself from laughing. She blocked her mouth with her hand, but she couldn’t stop the laughter that was bubbling up. “You, you said you wouldn’t laugh…” The boy had a hurt expression on his face and sagged his shoulders as he went into a sulk. That made her laugh even harder. —He’s not a bad person… As she laughed, Silica decided to trust the kindness of this boy. She had already resolved herself to die once. If it were for saving Pina, there was no reason for her to hold back. Silica bowed and said: “I hope we get along. You saved me, and even offered to do something like this for me…” She stared at the trade window and then put in all the Col she had. There were more than ten pieces of equipment that the boy had