players—— his spiky hairstyle was, without a doubt, the one they saw at the inn last night. The bandits who just appeared were all male players dressed in gaudy clothes. They all had silver accessories and sub-equipment hanging from all over their bodies. Silica hid behind Kirito’s coat as feelings of revulsion came over her. She whispered quietly: “Ki-Kirito-san... there are too many. We have to run...!” “It’s fine. Just have your crystal ready until I tell you to get away.” Kirito answered with a calm voice, ruffled Silica’s hair, and then walked towards the other side of the bridge. Silica stood there in shock. It was just too reckless. She thought of this and called him: “Kirito-san...!” As soon as her voice rang through the field—— “Kirito...?” One of the bandits muttered. His smile faded and he frowned; his eyes moved from one side to another as if he were trying to remember something. “Those clothes... the one-handed blade without a shield... «The Black Swordsman»...?” His face grew pale as he stepped back. “Thi-this is serious Rosalia-san! That bastard... he’s a beater and... a clearer...!”