Her hand, covered by the white leather glove, jolted. However, as expected of the sub-leader of the strongest guild, Asuna seemed to have succeeded on the saving throw for restraining her rage as she neither drew her rapier nor immediately ran away. She just gritted those elegantly glossy teeth of hers, from which a short phrase was forced out, “...One meal.” “Ha?” “A meal. I’ll treat you one, no matter how expensive. We’re even with that. How’s that.” I don’t hate this girl’s straightforward personality. She, who has just woken up, immediately understood why I’d spent so much time accompanying her until she awoke. Not just to prevent PKs, but even to the extent of allowing her to relieve the fatigue she’d built up, letting her sleep for as long as she wanted. I curled my lips —— without a trace of sarcasm this time —— and smiled before answering with an okay. I actually wanted to use this chance to joke and say that we should just go over to her house to eat her self-prepared food, but I still managed to control this impulse in the end. I raised my stretched-out legs and used the recoil to stand up, then offered my right hand as I said, “The restaurant on the main streets of the 57th floor is rather good, despite being run by an NPC. Let’s go there.” “...Fine.”