He deeply hoped she wasn't corrupting the younger girl, but judging by the look of awe on Silica's face, his hopes were quickly dashed.
To his right was where Lisbeth sat, the pink haired girl already connecting with the newcomer; a rather pretty girl much like herself.
Now trapped in a rather gruesome death game of his own choice, he will attempt to break though it as Kirito, the famed Prince of Swords.
Looking around at the players that sat with him, he made sure not to make eye contact lest he invoke their wrath again.
Really, how was it fair that he was punished when he was the victim of the misunderstanding. Sitting to his left was a grinning Argo, who was engrossed in a conversation with Silica.
Argo reached a hand out to pat the smaller girl on the head.
"Don't worry Silica-chan, we will definitely help you out.
Me too." The voice came from the youngest person at the table, causing Kirito to look at her in surprise. If I can do anything, anything at all to help, then I want to try..""Silica..." Kirito felt the helplessness in her voice and couldn't help but feel sad for her.