The sleeping face of the black swordsman looked so innocent that Silica couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She had thought that he was quite a bit older than her because of his sharp gaze. But surprisingly, now that she saw him like this, he didn’t seem all that different from her. It was fun watching his sleeping face; but Silica couldn’t stay like this forever, so she softly prodded the black swordsman’s shoulder and spoke to him. “Kirito-san, it’s morning~.” Kirito opened his eyes widely and blinked several times as he stared blankly at Silica’s face for a while. Then his expression quickly changed into one of embarrassment. “Ah... So-sorry!” He suddenly lowered his head. “I thought of waking you up but you were so deep asleep... and I couldn’t open the door to your room, so...” Rooms that players rented were impenetrable system-wise, so there was no way you could get in unless you were a friend of the player. Silica quickly waved her hand and said: “No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry! For taking over your bed... “ “No, it’s fine. You don’t get any muscle aches here no matter how you sleep.” After standing up, Kirito stretched his neck, which made cracking noises contradictory to what he just said. He then raised his arms and stretched them. He looked at Silica as if he had just thought of something before opening his mouth: