Finally deciding on an impish course of action, Lyfa made a fist with her left hand and sharply rapped it on her partner’s spiky, black- haired head. Whoosh! Along with a burst of a refreshing sound, the yellow light which characterized a homing bullet attack activated. Lyfa’s companion made a strange, startled sound and bolted upright. Immediately taking his pained head in both of his hands, he looked around and saw the smiling Lyfa. “Good morning, Kirito-kun.” “...Oh, good morning.” Her companion was a Spriggan swordsman. He had slightly dark skin, black hair, and if not for the depressed expression, could be mistaken for the hero in a shounen manga. “...I, I fell asleep?” “And you even got a free lap pillow; you should be grateful you got off with only one small punch.” “...Then I was impolite, as an apology, you can use my lap as a pillow if you would like, Lyfa...” “There is no need!” Lyfa turned away quickly, casting a sidelong glance at Kirito. “Don’t say stupid things—did you dream of any nice escape ideas?” “Speaking of dreams, I was just about to eat this delicious looking pudding with a huge helping of ice cream.”