The Safe Haven Incident Part 2

Another heavy silence settled over the table.

It's a very nasty story. But also very plausible. It all adds up.

It wasn't that hard to find stories about perfectly friendly

guilds with no dramatic storm clouds overhead being thrown into

sudden turmoil by the lucky advent of a powerful item. The only

reason they didn't pop up in rumors more often was because the

people involved just wanted to forget it ever happened.

But at this point, I had to ask Yolko something.

As the older girl looked down in pain, I took a practical tack.

"Just tell me one thing. What were the names of the three people

who were against selling that ring?"

Several seconds later, Yolko steeled her resolve and looked up,

answering clearly, "Kains, Schmitt…and me."

The answer took me by surprise. As I blinked, Yolko noted

ironically, "But their reason for opposing it was not the same as

mine. Kains and Schmitt were both forwards, and they wanted to

use it themselves. And I…had just started being involved with

Kains at the time. So I prioritized his opinion over the good of the

group as a whole. I was a fool."

She closed her mouth and stared down at the table again.

Asuna finally broke her silence to ask softly, "Yolko, are you saying…that you and Kains were still an item from the end of your

guild breakup until now…?"

Yolko shook her head almost imperceptibly, without looking

up. "When the guild broke up…we did as well. We met from time

to time to catch up…but we couldn't stick around for very long before thinking about the incident with the ring. It was like that yesterday, too. We were only getting dinner…but before then, well…"

"I see…It doesn't change the fact that it's a terrible shock. I'm

sorry for asking you about these painful things."

Yolko shook her head briefly again. "No, it's all right. Now…

about Grimlock…"

That name brought me back to my senses. I sat upright.

"He was the sub-leader of Golden Apple. He was also the husband of the guild leader. Husband in SAO only, of course."

"Oh…your leader was a woman?"

"Yes. She was very strong…for a mid-level player, that is…But

good with a one-handed sword, pretty, and smart…I admired her

so much. So…it's still so hard to accept that she was so cruelly

PKed in her sleep…"

"I suppose it must have been a terrible shock to Grimlock, too,

losing someone you love enough to marry…" Asuna mumbled.

Yolko shivered. "Yes. Until that point, he had been such a kind

and cheerful blacksmith…and after the incident, he was a terrible

wreck…Once we fell apart, he fell out of touch with everyone. I

have no idea where he is now."

"I see…I hate to ask all these painful questions, but there's just

one more. Do you think it's possible…that Grimlock killed Kains

yesterday? We took that black spear that was stuck in Kains's

chest and appraised it…and it said that Grimlock was the crafter."

It was tantamount to asking if the true culprit of the ring incident half a year ago was Kains. Yolko looked hesitant for a while,

then very briefly nodded.

"…Yes…I think it's possible. But neither Kains nor I would

have PKed our leader to steal that ring. I have nothing to prove

my innocence…but if it were Grimlock who did that yesterday…

then maybe he ultimately means to murder all three of us who

were against selling the ring: Kains, Schmitt, and me…"

We walked Yolko back to her inn, gave her several days' worth

of food items, and told her not to leave under any circumstances.

In order to make things more bearable, we paid for a week's

worth of time in a three-room suite, the largest the inn had to

offer. But in Aincrad, there were no MMORPGs to play to pass

the time, so we promised to solve the case as quickly as we could

before we left her behind.

"Actually, I would have felt most secure leaving her at KoB

headquarters," Asuna noted. I recalled the splendor of their new

HQ building in Grandzam, the City of Iron on the fifty-fifth floor.

"Good point…but if she insisted she didn't want to go, there's

no forcing her."

In order to have Yolko under the KoB's protection, she'd have

to reveal the full details of her situation to the guild—in other

words, to make public every sordid detail of the dissolution of

Golden Apple six months earlier. She'd probably resisted to protect Kains's honor.

Right as we reached the teleport gate, the town bell rang

eleven o'clock. The rain was finally letting up, only to be replaced

with thick mist. Through the haze, I looked at Asuna in her black

and ashy pink outfit and said, "So now…"

"…?"

Asuna gave me a curious look, waiting for the rest of my sentence.

It seemed awkward to bring it up now, but late was better than

never, so I cleared my throat and said, "Ahem! Well, err. I just

was…going to say…you look nice."

I did it. I was a gentleman.

But no longer had the thought run through my mind than her

face crinkled so sharply, it nearly cracked. She thrust her index

finger into my chest and growled, "If that was your reaction, then

you should have said it the moment you saw me!!"

She spun at light speed and announced that she was going to

change outfits. Her red ears had to be from rage.

It made no sense. Truly, I would never understand women.

Asuna emerged from a nearby empty home in her usual

knight's outfit, swinging her long hair behind her back. "So what

do we do now?"

"Ah, r-right. Our choices are…One, ask around the middle

floors for Grimlock to pin down his location. Two, look for the

other members of Golden Apple to get confirmation on Yolko's

story. Three…a more thorough examination of the clues in

Kains's murder."

"Hrrm," Asuna mumbled, crossing her arms and thinking

hard. "One is too inefficient with just the two of us. If Grimlock is

the culprit as we currently suspect, he'll be hiding out. Two…the

other members are the ones involved, so it's impossible to get an

accurate picture…"

"Huh? How so?"

"Well, let's assume they give us some information that contradicts Yolko's story. How will we determine which story is the

truth and which is a lie? It'll just confuse us. We need more objective material to go off of…"

"So…three, then?"

We glanced at each other and nodded in agreement. For one

thing, hard as it would be to admit to Yolko, the reason we were

so interested in solving the case was not to expose the truth of the

Golden Apple killings but to identify the method of the safehaven PK that had killed Kains.

All we'd been able to certify so far about the murder last night

was that it was not caused by piercing damage inflicted outside of

town and then brought inside. We needed to have a long, thorough discussion about what other ways it could possibly have

happened.

"It's just…I think we need the help of someone with a bit more

knowledge," I mumbled.

Asuna looked at me curiously. "Yes, but it wouldn't be fair to

Yolko to go spilling the details of her story everywhere we go. And

there aren't many people who are absolutely trustworthy and

know even more about the SAO game system than us…"

"…Ah."

A single name popped into my head, and I snapped my fingers.

"That's it. I know just the person."

"Who?"

When I told her the name, Asuna's eyes nearly popped out of

her head.

5

The fact that the man actually showed up thirty minutes after

Asuna sent the message was somewhat of a surprise. I doubted it

was because of my insistence that I would buy lunch.

The moment his silent, tall figure strode through the center

square of Algade, the passing players in the crowd burst into

murmurs. His long blond hair was tied to spill neatly across the

back of his dark red robe, and he wore no weapon on his waist or

back. His sheer presence alone gave him the image of an imperious mage—a class that didn't actually exist in SAO. Heathcliff the

Holy Sword, leader of the Knights of the Blood and Aincrad's

greatest swordsman, smoothly approached us, his only reaction a

raised eyebrow.

Asuna gave him an audibly crisp salute and quickly explained.

"Forgive me for the sudden summons, Commander! This id… Er,

this man has some questions that he refuses to back down

from…"

"Well, I was just planning to eat lunch, myself. It's not often I

get the opportunity to receive a treat courtesy of Kirito, the Black

Swordsman. I have a meeting with our gear managers this

evening, but I have time until then," Heathcliff said in a smooth,

steely tenor. I looked up at his looming face and shrugged.

"Well, I haven't thanked you yet for drawing aggro for so long

in the last boss fight. In exchange, I'll tell you a very interesting

story."

I guided the top two members of the strongest guild in the

game to the sleaziest, scummiest NPC-run restaurant I knew of in

Algade. It wasn't because I liked the taste there, just that the

overall aesthetic of the place somehow struck a chord in me.

For five minutes I walked them through a maze of alleys, turning right, ducking down, spinning left, climbing up, and so on,

until we finally reached the dingy-looking restaurant. Asuna

looked at it and said, "You'd better guide us on the return trip. I

don't think I can find my way back to the square."

"From what I hear, there are dozens of players who got lost

and didn't have a teleport crystal, still wandering the alleys to this

day," I joked with a macabre leer.

Heathcliff flatly pointed out, "You can pay ten col to an NPC

on the side of the road to guide you back. And if you don't have

that much…"

He lifted the palms of his hands in a shrug and walked into the

building. Asuna made a face and joined me in following him.

As I had hoped, the cramped interior was totally empty. We

sat at a cheap four-seat table and ordered three servings of "Algade soba noodles" from the suspect-looking owner, then sipped

ice water from cloudy cups. On my right, Asuna grimaced and

said, "It feels like we're having a consolation party…"

"Just your imagination. Anyway, let's cut your busy commander a break and get to business," I said, glancing across the table

at the cool-faced Heathcliff.

His expression did not change the tiniest bit as Asuna offered

an efficient explanation of the events of last night. The only reaction he gave was a twitch of an eyebrow at the scene of Kains's

death.

"…So we were hoping, if it's not too much trouble, to make use

of your knowledge, sir," Asuna finished. Heathcliff took another

sip of ice water and grunted.

"First, I'd like to hear Kirito's conjecture. What do you make of

the means of this safe-haven murder?"

I relinquished the hand that was propping up my cheek and

lifted three fingers. "Basically…I have three theories. The first is

that it was a proper in-town duel. The second is some kind of

loophole in the system using a combination of already known

methods. And the third…is some kind of unknown skill or item

that nullifies the Anti-Criminal Code."

"You can rule out the third," he replied immediately. I couldn't

help but stare. Similarly taken aback, Asuna blinked a few times.

"You seem…very certain of that, Commander."

"Just imagine. If you developed this game, would you insert a

skill or weapon with that power?"

"Well…I suppose not," I said.

"And why do you think that?"

I looked back into those brassy eyes, their gaze full of a magnetic power, and answered, "Because…it wouldn't be fair. While it

pains me to admit it, at its core, the rules of SAO are fair. With

the one exception being your Unique Skill."

I threw in that last comment with a little smirk, which Heathcliff silently returned. That caught me by surprise, but I didn't

show it. Even the commander of the KoB couldn't possibly know

about the secret skill I'd been hiding recently.

Asuna watched the two of us exchanging enigmatic smiles,

then sighed, shook her head, and interjected, "At any rate, it

would be a waste of time for us to speculate on the third option,

since there's no way to be sure of it. So let's begin with the first

possibility: that it was a duel-based PK."

"Very well…By the way, this place certainly seems to take its

time serving the food," Heathcliff said peevishly, looking back

over to the counter.

I shrugged. "As far as I've seen, the guy here is the least motivated NPC in Aincrad. In a way, that's worth enjoying. And

there's all the ice water you can drink," I said, filling the commander's cup to the brim from the cheap pitcher on the table. "If a

player dies within a safe haven, then it's common sense that it

was from a duel. But—and I assure you of this—when Kains died,

there was no victory display. Have you ever heard of a duel like

that?"

Next to me, Asuna wondered, "By the way, it never occurred to

me before to ask, but what determines the location of the victory

screen?"

"Huh? Umm…"

I hadn't given that any thought, either. But Heathcliff answered the question immediately.

"It is the median point between the two duelists. If they are

over thirty feet apart at the time of the finish, a window will appear in the near vicinity of both players."

"…I'm surprised you know a rule like that. Which means that,

at the very farthest, it would have been within fifteen feet of

Kains."

I replayed the atrocity in my brain and shook my head. "There

were no windows in the open space around him. There were

dozens of witnesses, so that's a certainty. Now, if it appeared in

the church behind him, that's a different story, but the killer

would have to still be inside, and Asuna would have encountered

him when she burst into there before Kains's death."

"And I didn't see any winner's display inside the church, either," Asuna added.

I grunted in acknowledgment. "So…I guess it wasn't a duel…"

It felt as though an even darker shadow had fallen over the

gloomy restaurant.

"Are you sure you chose right with this place?" Asuna mumbled, finishing her cup of water and smacking it onto the table. I

wasted no time in refilling it. She shot me a look and thanked me,

then held up two fingers. "That leaves only the second option: a

loophole in the system. I just keep coming back to one thing."

"Which is?"

"Piercing DOT."

Asuna picked up one of the toothpicks from the holder on the

table—a useless item, as teeth didn't get dirty here—and jabbed it

like a tiny weapon.

"I don't think that spear was just for a show of public execution. I feel like the damage over time was necessary for the PK to

work."

"Yeah, I'd agree with that," I said, only to shake my head at another thought. "But remember our experiment? If you're pierced

by a piercing weapon out in the field, then go into town, the damage stops."

"When you walk back, yes. But what about a corridor crystal?

If you had a crystal set up to teleport into that church room, then

traveled through it from outside of town…would the damage stop

then?"

"It would," Heathcliff said promptly. "Whether on foot, or

through a corridor teleportation, or if thrown by another player,

the code works on any player as soon as they enter the town.

Without exception."

"Hang on. Does 'the town' only count on the ground and in

buildings? What about the air?" I asked, struck by a sudden revelation.

The rope. Could it be possible to hang a rope around Kains's

neck so that he hung out of the church window from a corridor

crystal, bleeding out from the spear, as he did not touch any surface of the town?

Even Heathcliff showed a moment of doubt at this thought.

But two seconds later, his ponytailed hair shook from side to side.

"No…strictly speaking, the safe-haven zone extends vertically

from the borders of the town up until it touches the 'lid' of the

floor above. As long as a player intersects with that pillar of space,

they are under the code's protection. So even if they set the exit of

a corridor crystal to the air hundreds of feet above the town and

tossed a victim in from outside its borders, they would suffer no

fall damage. Not that the resulting nerve shock would be at all

pleasant."

"Ohhh," Asuna and I marveled in tandem. Not at learning the

shape of the town's safe-haven zone, but the sheer mental and observational skill of Heathcliff that he knew such a thing. Part of

me wondered if that was just the kind of mentality one needed to

be a guild leader, but then the scraggly face of a certain katanawarrior floated into my mind, dashing that notion to pieces.

However—that meant that as long as Kains was within the

town borders, even that piercing damage-over-time effect would

stop. Which meant the source of the damage that eliminated his

HP came from outside the Guilty Thorn. Could that be where the

loophole was?

I thought hard, and I eventually conjectured, "The Monument

of Life included the cause of Kains's death along with the time. It

said 'piercing damage.' And the only thing his disappearance left

behind was that black spear."

"Right. I have a hard time imagining that another weapon was

secretly involved."

"Listen," I said, recalling the stomach-churning feeling of taking a critical hit from a powerful monster, "what happens to your

HP bar when you suffer a really nasty critical hit?"

Asuna looked at me as though the answer was obvious and

said, "You lose a ton of HP, of course."

"I mean, the way it happens. It doesn't just immediately eliminate a huge chunk of the bar. It slides downward from the right.

In other words, there's a small period of lag between suffering the

blow and your HP bar reflecting the proper amount."

She finally understood what I was getting at. Meanwhile,

Heathcliff's face was an emotionless mask, so there was no way to

guess what he was thinking. I looked at each in turn and gestured. "Let's say that Kains's HP is reduced from full to nothing

from a single spear blow outside of town. He looked like a tank

based on his armor, so he must have had lots of HP. Someone like

that, it might take…let's say, five seconds to drain all the way. In

that time, Kains was sent through the portal and through the

church window…"

"W-wait a minute," Asuna rasped. "He might not have been a

front-line fighter, but Kains was an above-average player in the

high-volume zone. I don't have a one-hit sword skill that could

wipe out all of his HP…and neither do you!"

"That is true," I agreed. "Even a critical hit of my Vorpal Strike

wouldn't take down half of his HP. But there are thousands of

players in SAO. We can't deny the possibility of an extremely

high-level player unaffiliated with any of the front-line progress,

lurking out there somewhere."

"Meaning, we don't know if it was Grimlock himself who killed

Kains with the spear, or if it was another red player hired to do

the job, but whoever it was, they were strong enough to kill a fullarmored tank with one hit?"

I shrugged in a sign of affirmation, then turned to the man

across the table, awaiting the teacher's grade. Heathcliff looked

down at the table through half-closed lids, then slowly nodded.

"That methodology is not impossible. If you took down a

player outside of town with one hit, then instantly teleported

them with an already built corridor, you might be able to give the

appearance of a PK inside the safe haven."

For a second, I thought I was actually correct.

"But," he continued, "as I'm sure you know, piercing weapons

are prized primarily for their reach, then their armor-puncturing

power. In terms of basic strength, they are weaker than blunt and

slashing weapons. Especially when you're using not a large, heavy

lance but a short spear."

He had hit a sore spot. I pursed my lips like a sulking child.

Heathcliff smiled thinly and continued. "Using a non-elite short

spear, a one-hit kill of a tank fighter in the volume zone would require…at least level one hundred, in my opinion."

"A hundred?!" Asuna yelped. The fencer's hazelnut-brown

eyes looked back and forth between Heathcliff and me, and she

shook her head rapidly. "N-nobody's that good. You haven't forgotten how hard we leveled to get where we are now, have you?

Level one hundred…You couldn't even get there by now if you

spent twenty-four hours a day in the latest labyrinth."

"I agree."

With the two lead members of the strongest guild in the game

both in agreement, there was no way for a simple solo player like

me to argue. I was near the very top of the players in the frontier

group, and even my level was still barely over 80.

But I just couldn't give up. "Th…there could be an issue of skill

strength, not just statistical strength. For example, someone

might have found the thir…The second Unique Skill in the game."

The commander's red robe swayed as he chuckled. "If such a

player truly existed, I would have laid out the red carpet to the

KoB already."

Something in the way he was gazing at me with those impenetrable eyes made me uncomfortable, so I gave up on that line of

logic and leaned back into the cheap chair.

"Hmm, I thought I was on to something. That leaves…"

Before I could come up with a stupid idea like having a boss

monster strike him before teleporting, a shadow leaned over my

other side.

"…Eat up," the NPC cook said tonelessly, setting three white

bowls down from a square tray. His face was hidden behind the

long bangs coming down his grease-stained cook's hat. He returned to his spot behind the counter as Asuna stared at him in

shock—she was clearly used to the clean, polite, and punctual

NPCs from other floors.

I took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the table and

cracked them apart, pulling one of the bowls closer. Asuna followed my lead and murmured, "What is this…? Ramen?"

"Or something like it," I replied, pulling curly noodles out of

the light-colored broth.

The only sounds in the dingy restaurant were three lonely sets

of slurps. A dry breeze budged the cloth that hung in the entranceway, and some kind of bird squawked outside.

A few minutes later, I pushed my empty bowl to the side of the

table and looked at the man across from me.

"…So, have you come to any conclusions, Commander?"

"…"

His bowl totally empty, including the broth, Heathcliff stared

at the kanji-like pattern at the bottom and said, "This is not

ramen. I am certain of that."

"Yeah, I agree."

"Then I will give you an answer worthy of this false ramen's

flavor." He looked up and politely placed the chopsticks on the

rim of the bowl. "Based on the information we have now, it cannot be determined what exactly happened. However, I can say

this…The only rock-solid information we have about this incident

is what you saw and heard firsthand."

"…What do you mean…?"

"I mean…" Heathcliff fixed me, then Asuna, with a stare from

his brass-colored eyes. "That everything you see and hear directly

in Aincrad is digital data that can be converted to code. There is

no room for phantom visions or auditory signals. On the other

hand, that means that all information that doesn't originate as

digital data can be shrouded in mistakes or deceit. If you're going

to track down the truth of this safe-haven murder…then you

should only trust the information received directly by your eyes,

ears, and brain."

With one last thanks for the meal, Heathcliff got to his feet. I

stood as well, pondering the meaning of the mysterious swordsman's words, thanked the cook, and walked through the doorway.

I just barely overheard Heathcliff mutter to himself, "Why

does this place exist…?"

As the commander melted away into the maze of streets, I

turned to look at Asuna and asked, "Did you understand what

that meant?"

"…Yes," she said. I was impressed.

"It was Tokyo-style shoyu ramen, without the soy sauce. No

wonder it felt so lonely."

"Wha—?"

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to find a way to make soy

sauce. Otherwise I will never recover from this feeling of dissatisfaction."

"…Uhm, good luck with that?" I muttered, then abruptly shook

my head. "No, not that!"

"Huh? What did you mean?"

"Look, I'm sorry about feeding you some weird food. Just forget about it. What I meant was, what did Heathcliff mean with

that weird Zen philosophy?"

"Oh…" Asuna said. She nodded firmly this time. "He just

meant, don't take secondhand sources too seriously. In this case,

that would be the motive arguments…The whole thing with

Golden Apple and the magic ring."

"What?" I groaned. "You want me to suspect Yolko? I mean,

sure, there's no evidence of anything…but like you said, Asuna,

there's no way to get proof backing up anything anyway, so

doubting her is also pointless."

For some reason, she blinked, nonplussed, then looked away

and shook her head a few times.

"W-well, you might be right about that. But like the commander said, we still don't have enough material to confirm the PK

method yet. So let's go get a story from the other person involved.

If we throw the whole ring story in his face, he might just let slip

with some answers."

"Huh? Who?"

"The guy who took the spear from you, of course."

6

The numbers in the bottom right corner of my view said that it

was exactly 2:00 PM.

Normally, lunchtime would be over, and the afternoon schedule of labyrinth conquest would be in full swing. But there was no

time to leave the town today. Once I had passed through the

wilderness and reached the unexplored sections of the dungeon,

the sun would already be down.

I was willing to ditch my normal duty at the tip of a hat because the weather was nice, so it meant nothing to me, but the

same could not be said of the Flash, who was absent from advancing the game for the second day in a row.

And yet, as far as I could tell from side-eyeing Asuna as we

walked together, she seemed in a softer, gentler mood than usual.

She was browsing the mysterious-looking shops in Algade's back

alleys, peering into dark culverts that went God-knows-where,

and when she noticed my gaze, she actually gave me a little smile

along with her questioning look.

"What is it?"

I shook my head rapidly. "N-nothing, nothing at all."

"You're weird. That's nothing new, though."

She giggled, locked her hands behind her back, and practically

skipped forward.

Who was being weird here? Was this really the same possessed

warrior of game progress who had dropped a thunderbolt on me

in the middle of a nap yesterday? Or did she really like that Algade soba that much? If that was the case, she really needed to try

the even more chaotic flavor of the "Algade roast" at that restaurant next time.

Eventually, the bustle of the teleport square came into range

ahead. Fortunately, we hadn't needed to pay for the assistance of

any NPC guides this time.

I was unusually restlessness, so I cleared my throat to snap out

of it and said, "Ahem. So next up is talking to Team Captain

Schmitt. Though now that I think about it, I suppose the DDA

would be out questing at this time of day."

"Mmm, I wouldn't be so sure," Asuna said with a finger to her

delicate chin, the smile gone now. "If we take Yolko at her word,

Schmitt was one of the people against selling the ring…meaning

he's in the same boat Kains was. Based on how he was acting last

night, we can assume he's quite aware of this. If he's under attack

from an unknown red player…do you really think he'd venture

out of a safe zone?"

"Uh…that's a good point. But there's also a very good chance

that red player has a means of killing someone within the safe

zone. We can't be absolutely certain that he's not in danger in

town, too."

"So he'll need to find the greatest security he possibly can.

Which means locking himself in an inn room, or…"

At that point, I understood what Asuna was getting it. I

snapped my fingers and continued. "Or hiding out in the DDA's

headquarters."

It was just recently that the Divine Dragon Alliance, one of the

foremost guilds in Aincrad, had moved their guild home to its

stately location on the fifty-sixth floor. It could not have been a

coincidence that it was located one floor above the Knights of the

Blood's headquarters. Their extremely indulgent and fanciful welcoming party included me, for some reason, and I found that

their building was less a "home" than a "castle" or "fortress." As a

subtle way to needle them back, I joined Klein and Agil in running a train on their buffet spread, but the excessive intake of flavor signals caused the game to give me an unpleasant stuffed sensation around my gut for three days afterward.

I glared up at the house of overeating horrors situated on a

steep hill overlooking the city, and even felt a momentary gag reflex. Asuna showed no visible reaction to the sight as she strode

up the red brick road.

As I looked at the white pinnacles flying the guild flag of blue

dragons on a silver field, I grumbled, "I'm surprised that even the

great and mighty DDA had enough money to buy this place. What

do you think about that, KoB Vice Commander?"

"Well, in terms of numbers alone, DDA's got twice our ranks.

But even then, it doesn't quite sit right with me. Our accountant,

Daizen, says, 'They must got a whole lotta real efficient farmin'

spots.'"

"Ahhh."

Farming was an MMO term, referring to a rotation system of

high-speed mob-killing. One of the most notable of these spots

was the so-called Ant Valley on the forty-sixth floor, where I had

engaged in a reckless level-grinding spree last winter. However,

once the experience intake in a particular location surpassed a

certain rate, the Cardinal System, SAO's digital god that managed

every aspect of the game, would automatically enact a penalty

that lowered the experience rate.

So it was publicly discussed and agreed among the front-line

players that the best farming spots should be announced to all

players, so that the spoils could be shared equally until they dried

up. But Asuna was referring to a suspicion that the DDA might be

secretly harboring a number of spots they had discovered on their

own.

It was unfair, of course, but if the DDA got stronger, it ultimately strengthened the entire front-line population as a whole,

so it was difficult to openly criticize them for such actions. Doing

so would reveal the inherent contradiction of being among the

best of the game. It was all of our individual egos that were upholding an extremely unbalanced hierarchy, in which a small minority monopolized a majority of the system resources—under

the guise of freeing everyone from this game of death.

In that sense, the competing philosophy of the Aincrad Liberation Front—that all the player-earned resources should be confiscated and then fairly redistributed—couldn't be dismissed as a

mere pipe dream. If the Army's goal had been put into practice,

this safe-haven murder would not have occurred. The ring at the

center of it would have been taken away, sold, and the profits

split up among all the players in the game.

"I swear…whoever created this game of death was a real nasty

piece of work…"

Why did it have to be an MMO? A real-time strategy game or a

first-person shooter would be fairer, quicker, and easier to finish.

But SAO was testing the egos of its high-level players. It demanded that one balance a meager sensation of superiority

against the lives of one's friends—or all the players in the game.

The culprit of the ring murder gave in to ego.

I couldn't claim to be totally immune, either. I myself was hiding a secret in my status window, something so huge it couldn't

even be compared to a single magic item.

And having heard my murmur and traced my every thought to

that point, Asuna whispered, "Which is why we have to solve this

case."

She momentarily squeezed my hand and gave me a little grin

that completely eradicated all of my doubts. As I stood there, uncharacteristically panicked, Asuna asked me to wait where I was

and headed steadfastly for the gate of the massive complex ahead.

I thrust my still-warm hand into my coat pocket and leaned back

against a nearby tree trunk.

The grounds of buildings registered as guild headquarters

were generally off-limits to nonmembers of the guild, the same

way that a player home worked. So there wasn't truly any need

for guards, but many of the larger guilds with the personnel to

spare would have guards on shift—not for security but to handle

visitors.

True to the pattern, the DDA had two heavy spearmen standing imperiously in front of their stately front gate.

They look more like minor bosses in an RPG than guards, I

thought, but Asuna maintained her composure and headed

straight to speak with the guard on the right.

"Hello. I am Asuna of the Knights of the Blood."

The towering warrior leaned backward momentarily and

piped, "Oh, hey! Yo, how's it going? What brings you over here?!"

He wasn't imposing or a minor boss in any sense. Asuna favored the other guard with a radiant smile when he trotted over,

and she cut right to the chase.

"I'm here because I have business with one of your members.

Do you think you might be able to get in touch with Schmitt for

me?"

The men looked at each other, and one of them wondered,

"Wouldn't he be in the latest labyrinth?"

The other one answered, "Oh, but I think I remember him

complaining about a headache and saying he'd take the day off

this morning. He might be in his room inside—I'll go check."

I was surprised they were so accommodating. The DDA and

KoB were not on friendly terms by any means, but it seemed that

such attitudes didn't extend to individuals. Either that, or Asuna's

personal-charm parameters were so high that they couldn't resist.

If it were the latter, I'd probably be better off hanging back here.

As I stayed stuck to the tree near the gate earning Hiding skill

points, one of the guards typed up a quick message and sent it off.

A response came within thirty seconds, so he opened his window back up. Schmitt was inside the castle after all—he couldn't

possibly respond that fast if he was busy adventuring in the latest

dungeon.

The guard read the message, looking troubled. "It seems he

wants to take a break today…but he wants to find out what you

want first."

Asuna thought it over and said, "Just tell him I want to speak

about the incident with the ring."

It worked like a charm. The man complaining of a debilitating

headache raced out of the castle at phenomenal speed, said, "Let's

find somewhere else," and then continued running down the hill.

When Asuna passed my tree chasing after him, I joined the chase.

Schmitt looked back at us but only picked up his speed and other-

wise didn't react. He probably knew that Asuna and I were working as a team on this one.

Just as when he'd snatched the spear from me last night,

Schmitt was wearing his expensive-looking plate armor as he

powerwalked several paces ahead of us. He even had a lighter

chainmail on underneath. He wasn't carrying his massive lance,

but the weight of that equipment had to be extraordinary. The

way he raced forward as if wearing nothing at all made him less

like a tank and more like a burly American football player.

The large man, one of the rare few in Aincrad who actually had

an athletic build, only came to a stop once he'd descended the hill

into the town. He turned around, armor clanking, and lit into me,

rather than Asuna.

"Who did you talk to?"

"Huh?" I responded, then realized that he had omitted the

phrase about the ring, and I chose my words carefully. "From a

former member of the guild Golden Apple."

Beneath his short, spiky hair, his heavy eyebrows twitched.

"Who?"

I hesitated here but realized that if Schmitt had actually done

the killing yesterday, he would also know that Yolko was with

Kains at the time. There was no point in hiding it.

"Yolko," I answered, and the large man looked up briefly, releasing a long breath. I kept my face passive as my mind raced. If

I was correct in taking that reaction as relief, that would be because he knew that Yolko was on his side in opposing the sale of

the ring.

Schmitt, too, had come to the conclusion that the killing yes-

terday was very likely revenge from one of the "sell the ring" voters, which included Grimlock. That's why he'd faked an illness to

stay within the safety of the guild building.

It was looking increasingly unlikely that Schmitt was responsible for the murder of Kains, but that didn't mean he had no motive. If both Kains and Schmitt had carried out the killing over the

ring, one might still kill the other to silence him. With this in

mind, I decided to be direct.

"Schmitt, do you know where we might find Grimlock, the creator of the spear you took yesterday?"

"I…I don't know!!" Schmitt shouted, shaking his head violently. "I haven't talked to him since the guild fell apart. I don't

even know if he's alive!" he babbled, his eyes dancing over the

various buildings of the town. He seemed to be afraid another

spear might come flying at him any second now.

At this point, Asuna broke her silence and gently said, "Listen,

Schmitt, we're not searching for whoever killed the leader of

Golden Apple. We're looking for who caused the incident last

night…Specifically, any clues to it. It's the only way to ensure that

the safe haven stays safe for everyone."

She paused, then continued in a tone more serious than before. "I'm afraid that currently, the most suspicious character is

the creator of that spear and husband to your guild leader: Grimlock. Of course, it's possible that someone is trying to frame him,

but in order to judge that possibility, we need to speak to Grimlock directly. If you have any idea of where he is now or how he

can be reached, will you tell us?"

With those large hazel-brown eyes trained on him, Schmitt

leaned back slightly. So he was not particularly comfortable with

talking to female players. A kindred spirit.

He looked away and clenched his lips. If Asuna's head-on attack wasn't going to do the trick, he was a worthy foe indeed. I resigned myself to a tougher time than I'd hoped for, but then

Schmitt began to mumble.

"…I don't know where he is. Truly. At the time, Grimlock really

loved a particular NPC restaurant. He went there practically

every day, so maybe he's still a regular…"

"R-really?" I asked, leaning forward.

In Aincrad, eating was essentially the only pleasure to be

found in the game. But it was also very rare to find a satisfactory

flavor among the cheaper NPC restaurants. If he'd found a place

he liked enough to visit every day, that was a tough habit to

break. Even I took my daily meals on a rotation of just three particular establishments—and that mysterious eatery from earlier

was not one of them.

"Can you tell us the name of the—"

"On one condition," Schmitt said, interrupting me. "I can tell

you, but you need to do something for me in return. Help me…see

Yolko again."

Asuna and I had Schmitt wait at a nearby general store and

huddled together to discuss the deal.

"There's…no danger in this, right? Or is there?"

"Hmmm…" I grunted, unable to make a judgment on that

question in the moment.

If Schmitt—or even more unlikely, Yolko—was really the culprit in yesterday's safe-haven murder, then it was highly probable

that they would make the other person their next target. It wasn't

out of the question that as soon as they met in person, that safehaven PK trick would come into play again, leading to a new fatality.

But if that were the case, they would have to equip a weapon

and utilize a sword skill. And that required at least four or five

seconds to open the window, switch weapons on the equipment

mannequin, and hit the OK button.

"As long as we don't take our eyes off of them, there shouldn't

be any opportunity for a PK. But if that's not the point of this

meeting, why is Schmitt asking us to bring him together with

Yolko?" I asked, spreading my hands. Asuna inclined her head,

thinking hard.

"Let's see…I'm guessing it's not so he can finally express his

love for her."

"Huh? Really?"

I started to spin around to look at Schmitt, who looked like he

could possibly be that innocent, but Asuna grabbed the collar of

my coat to stop me. "I just said it wasn't that! Anyway, if there's

no danger in it, then it just depends on Yolko. I'll shoot her a

message to see."

"Y-yes, ma'am. Please do."

She opened her window and typed away on her holo-keyboard

with blazing speed. Friend messages were a convenient function

that allowed you to speak immediately with someone in a remote

location, but they had strict requirements: You had to be registered either as friends, guildmates, or spouses. So just because we

knew Grimlock's name didn't mean we could just send him a

message. Technically, there were "instant messages" that could be

sent if you knew a player's name, but they only worked if on the

same level, and there was no confirmation for the sender that the

message was seen.

Yolko must have replied immediately, as Asuna didn't even

need to close her window before she muttered, "She says okay. I

can't say I'm not nervous…but let's take him. We can go to

Yolko's inn, right?"

"Yeah. It's still too dangerous for her to be out and about," I

agreed, then fully turned to Schmitt this time, who was still waiting at the store behind us. I flashed him the okay sign, and the

heavily armored man made an expression of obvious relief.

By the time the three of us teleported from the fifty-ninth floor

to Marten on the fifty-seventh, the city was already blanketed in

evening sun.

The square was full of the raucous cries of NPCs and merchant

players hawking wares. Adventurers walked among them, easing

the fatigue of the day's fighting, but there was one spot in the

plaza that was desolate.

It was the facade of a small church, the place where the man

named Kains had died under mysterious and shocking circumstances just twenty-four hours earlier. I had to keep my gaze fixed

straight ahead to avoid staring at it.

After a few minutes of walking the same path we'd taken yesterday, we reached the inn and headed upstairs. The room at the

very end of the hallway was the place where Yolko was staying—

or hiding for protection.

I knocked on the door and said my name.

She responded in a tiny voice, and I turned the knob. The door

lock was set to only open for friends, and it clicked lightly as I

pushed it open.

Yolko was sitting on one of the two sofas facing each other in

the center of the room, directly through the door. She got to her

feet and bowed, dark blue hair swaying.

Without taking a step, I looked from Yolko's tense expression

to Schmitt's equally nervous face behind me and said, "Well…just

to confirm that it's safe, we're going to ask that neither of you

have any weapons equipped or open your windows. I'm sorry to

force that upon you, but I hope you understand."

"…Yes."

"I understand."

Yolko's hesitant whisper and Schmitt's disgruntled mutter

came at the same time. I stepped inside and motioned to Schmitt

and Asuna.

The two former Golden Apple members, who were meeting

again for the first time in months, stared at each other in silence

for a long time. Yolko and Schmitt had once been guildmates, but

now there had to be at least twenty levels between them, given

that Schmitt was a busy member of a major front-line guild. But

to my eyes, it was the sturdy lancer who was more nervous about

the meeting.

In the end, it was Yolko who spoke first.

"…It's been a while, Schmitt."

She smiled thinly. Schmitt pursed his lips, then rasped, "Yes…

and I thought I'd never see you again. May I sit?"

Yolko nodded, and he clanked in his plate armor over to the

sofas, sitting on the other one. It looked uncomfortable to me, but

he did not remove his armor.

I made sure that the door had locked itself again, then took

position on the east side of the parallel couches. Asuna stood on

the other end.

We'd gotten the most expensive room for Yolko while she had

no choice but to stay in hiding, so even with the four of us inside,

it felt spacious. The main door was on the north wall, the doorway to the bedroom was to the west, and there were large windows to the east and south.

The south window was open, the pleasant spring breeze

rustling the curtains. Of course, the window was protected by the

game system, so no one could get inside, even when it stood wide

open. It was a taller building than those around it, so there was a

good view of the darkening town past the white curtains, as the

light deepened into purple.

The bustle of the city outside was interrupted by Yolko's voice.

"You're in the Divine Dragon Alliance now, Schmitt. That's very

good—they're the best, even among the front-line players."

It sounded like an honest compliment, but Schmitt's brow furrowed unhappily. He rumbled, "What do you mean? You find that

unnatural?"

His suspicious, barbed response took me by surprise, but

Yolko was not affected.

"Hardly. I just think that you must have worked really hard

after the end of our guild. It's very admirable of you, when Kains

and I gave up on leveling further."

She brushed back the dark hair resting on her shoulders and

smiled. While it wasn't to the same level as Schmitt in his plate

armor, Yolko, too, was more dressed up than usual. She wore a

thick one-piece dress with a leather vest, then a purple velvet

tunic, and even a shawl on her shoulders. Even without any

metal, this much clothing would provide a significant armor

boost. While she was acting calm and collected, she had to be nervous on the inside.

Meanwhile, Schmitt made no attempt to hide his discomfort.

He leaned forward, armor clattering. "Enough about me! The

only reason I'm here…is to ask about Kains." His tone of voice

dropped lower. "Why would he be murdered, after all this time?!

Did…did he steal the ring? Was he the one who killed our leader

in GA?"

I realized at once that "GA" stood for Golden Apple. His question essentially announced that he had nothing to do with the

ring incident or the safe-haven murder. If it was an act, it was a

good one.

For the first time, Yolko's expression shifted. Her faint smile

vanished, and she glared at Schmitt. "Of course not. Both Kains

and I fully revered the leader. We opposed selling the ring because we wanted to use it to strengthen the guild, rather than

have us split the money and waste it. I'm sure that she felt the

same way about it."

"Yeah…I felt that way, too. Don't forget, I also opposed selling

it. Besides, it's not just the anti-sellers who had a motive to steal

the ring. One of the pro-sellers might have wanted to seize it so

they could get all of the money themselves!"

He slammed his gauntleted hand against his knee, then held

his head in his hands.

"So…why would Grimlock go after Kains now…? Is he going to

kill all three of us for voting against selling? Is he coming after

you and me?!"

It couldn't possibly be an act. When I looked at Schmitt's profile, with the way he clenched his teeth, I saw clear, undeniable

fear.

Meanwhile, Yolko had regained her calm composure. She said,

"We don't know for certain that it was Grimlock who killed Kains.

It could have been one of the other members who asked him to

make that spear. In fact…" She looked down at the low table between the two sofas and mumbled, "Couldn't it have been the

leader's revenge? There's no way for any ordinary player to kill

someone like that in a safe zone."

"Wha…"

Schmitt's mouth gaped wordlessly. I couldn't deny that I felt a

tiny chill run up my back, too. He looked back at the grinning

Yolko and said, "But you just said that Kains couldn't have stolen

the ring…"

Yolko stood without responding and took a step to the right.

With both hands clasped behind her back and her face toward us,

she stepped backward toward the open window to the south. As

her slippers softly snickered against the ground, she murmured,

"I stayed up all night thinking. Someone among the guild killed

the leader, but in the end, it was also all of us. We shouldn't have

taken a vote when the ring dropped. She should have just made

an order for us to follow. In fact, she should have used it herself.

She was the best swordfighter of all of us, and she would have

made the best use of the ring. Yet none of us suggested it, because

we were all too blinded by greed in our own ways. We all claimed

we wanted to make GA a front-line guild, but we just wanted to

strengthen ourselves as individuals."

When her long speech ended, Yolko's back was resting against

the windowsill. As she leaned back, she added, "Only Grimlock

said he would leave it up to her discretion. Only he abandoned his

greed and thought of the guild as a whole. So he has the right to

seek vengeance against all of us for not giving up our desires for

the sake of the leader…"

Amid the silence that fell, the only sound was the chilly whispering of the evening breeze. Eventually, the sound of clattering

metal broke the silence: Schmitt's plate armor as he trembled.

The veteran player, his face pale and downcast, mumbled, "…You

must be kidding. You must be kidding. Now…? All these months

later, now he wants revenge…?"

He sprang upward, shouting. "And you think that's fine,

Yolko?! After all the efforts we've made to survive, you think it's

fine for us to be killed in some bizarre, inexplicable way?!"

Schmitt, Asuna, and I all looked at Yolko. The fragile-looking

woman was gazing here and there into empty space, as though

looking for the right words.

Finally her lips moved, preparing to say something.

At that very moment, a dry sound echoed off the walls. Her

eyes and mouth shot wide open. Next, her frail body swayed. She

took a heavy step to steady herself, then wobbled around, placing

a hand on the open windowsill.

A sudden gust of wind sent Yolko's hair swaying off of her

back. There, I saw something I could not believe.

From the center of her shining purple tunic jutted something

like a small black stick. It was so insignificant and cheap-looking

that for an instant, I didn't recognize it. But when I saw the blinking red light surrounding the stick, I felt a chill of terror.

It was the hilt of a throwing dagger. The entire blade was

buried in her body. In other words, the knife had flown from outside of the window and pierced Yolko's back.

Her body wobbled backward and forward, until she tilted per-

ilously over the sill.

"Ah—!" Asuna gasped. I leaped forward, reaching out to grab

Yolko and pull her back.

But my fingers only grazed the end of her shawl, and she fell

silently out of the building.

"Yolko!!" I screamed, leaning out of the window.

Down below, her body bounced off of the cobblestones, surrounded by a blue glow.

There was the tiniest, most insignificant shattering sound. The

mass of polygons expanded, pushed by the burst of blue light…

And a second later, only the black dagger was left behind, clattering against the stone.

7

That's impossible!! the voice in my head screamed, a sentiment

that came for multiple reasons.

The inn room was protected by the game code. Even with the

window open, there was absolutely no way to get inside, let alone

throw a weapon through.

And it was hard to imagine such a small throwing dagger having enough piercing damage, even over time, to wipe out the entirety of a mid-level player's HP. It hadn't taken more than five

seconds at the longest for Yolko to disappear after being hit by

the dagger.

It was impossible. This was more than just a safe-haven PK; it

was an instant kill.

I forced myself to look down at the cobblestones where Yolko

had fallen, fighting off the breath caught in my throat and the terrible chill racing up and down my back. Then I looked up, eyes

wide, tracking the outline of the town like a camera.

And then I saw it.

The roof of another building the same height as this one, about

two blocks away from the inn. And standing atop it, a black figure

against the deep purple gloom.

I couldn't see the face due to the hooded black robe he was

wearing. I shoved aside the word Death as I bellowed, "You bastard!!"

I planted my right foot on the sill and, without looking back,

yelled, "Take care of the rest, Asuna!!"

Then I jumped, leaping straight to the roof of the building

across the street.

However, even with an excellent agility stat to boost my jump,

it was a bit naive of me to think I could clear fifteen feet without a

running start, so rather than landing on my feet, I just barely

managed to snag the lip of the roof with an outstretched hand.

Now it was my strength stat that helped me flip myself upward

and over the roof, back onto my feet.

From behind me, I heard Asuna's panicked voice cry, "You

can't, Kirito!"

The reason for her command was obvious: If I took a hit from

that same throwing dagger attack, I might die just as quickly as

Yolko had.

But I wasn't going to let fear of my own mortality keep me

from getting a glimpse of the killer in the flesh. I was the one who

had guaranteed Yolko's safety. I had shortsightedly assumed that

the game system would keep her safe, and I failed to think of

other possibilities. If I was going to rely on the system's protection, it would have worked anywhere in town. Why hadn't I considered that a player who would pull off a safe-haven PK could

also break through the protection of an inn room?

Over the distant roofs, I saw the black robe flapping in the

wind, mocking my regret.

"Just you wait!" I shouted, and began to sprint, drawing the

sword on my back. I wouldn't be able to damage him with the

blade in town, but I might be able to use it to deflect any thrown

objects.

I leaped from roof to roof, careful not to slow my sprint. The

people in the streets below must have thought it was an incredibly lame stunt to show off my agility stat, but that wasn't my concern now. I kept jumping through the darkness, the hem of my

coat flapping behind me.

The hooded assassin did not run nor even prepare to attack;

he simply watched as I raced closer and closer. Once there were

only two buildings between us, the assassin's right hand plunged

into the depths of his robe. I held my breath and took a forward

stance.

But when the hand emerged, it was not holding a throwing

dagger. It was glowing a familiar sapphire blue in the gloom. A

teleport crystal.

"Shit!" I swore, pulling three picks from my belt as I ran.

Holding them aloft, I flung them all together. It wasn't to damage

him but to inspire an instinctive dodge and delay the process.

But the assassin was infuriatingly calm. The three needles and

their silver bands of light did not faze him in the least as he raised

the crystal.

Just before the hooded robe, the picks ran into a purple system wall and fell onto the roof. I listened hard, trying to at least

catch the sound of the voice command. If I heard the destination,

I might be able to follow with a crystal of my own.

But once again, my plan was foiled. At that very moment, the

entirety of Marten was enveloped in the massive tolling of a bell.

My ears—technically, the sound-processing center of my brain

—were drowned in the bells signaling five o'clock, preventing me

from hearing the assassin give the command for his destination.

The blue teleport light flashed, and from a street away, I saw the

black silhouette vanish without a trace.

"…!!"

I heaved a wordless bellow and swung my sword at the spot he

had stood just three seconds before. More purple light flashed,

along with a system tag, impassively warning me that it was an

Immortal Object.

I returned to the inn dejected. I took the street this time, stopping at the place where Yolko had vanished so I could stare at the

black throwing dagger.

It was impossible to believe that a woman had died there just

minutes ago. In my experience, a player's death came only when

all effort, attempts to avoid the impossible, or personal strength

had finally given way. There was no way someone could be killed

in such an instantaneous, inescapable way. It just wasn't fair.

I crouched and picked up the dagger. It was small but heavy, cast

of a single piece of metal. On the sides of the razor-thin blade

were carved barbs that looked like a shark bite. It was clearly

crafted by the same designer of the short spear that felled Kains.

If I stabbed it into my own body, would I take huge, sudden

damage as well? I was possessed by an urge to try it out, only

maintaining control of myself by shutting my eyes tight and shaking my head.

Inside the inn, I knocked on the room door and turned the

knob. The lock clicked open again, allowing the door to swing

open.

Asuna had her rapier drawn. When she saw me, she gave me a

look of equal parts fury and relief, and then said in a barely controlled growl, "You idiot! How could you be so reckless?"

But then she sighed and, more quietly this time, added, "So…

what happened?"

I shook my head. "No good. He teleported away. In fact, I

couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman. Of course…if that

were Grimlock, then it's a man…"

SAO had no same-sex marriage rule. If Golden Apple's former

leader was a woman, then her spouse, Grimlock, automatically

had to be a man. Not that this information would be very useful

as a filter—a good 80 percent of the game's population was male.

It was just a throwaway comment. But to my surprise, it got a

reaction: from Schmitt, whose large body was scrunched into a

ball, the plate armor rattling as he trembled.

"…No."

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Asuna demanded.

He ducked his head in even farther and mumbled, "That's not

him. Whoever it was in that robe on the rooftop wasn't Grimlock.

Grim was taller. Besides…besides…"

What he said next took our breaths away.

"That hooded robe belonged to the leader of GA. She always

wore that plain old thing when she went out. In fact…Yeah! She

was wearing it when she went to sell the ring! That…that was her.

She's come back for revenge against us all. That was her ghost."

He began to laugh maniacally. He was unhinged. "Ghosts can

do anything. PKing in town? No problem! I wish she'd go and

beat the last boss of SAO for us. You can't die if you have no HP to

begin with…"

As Schmitt continued to laugh hysterically, I tossed the dagger

onto the table between the sofas. It landed with a dull thud, a

switch that abruptly cut through Schmitt's mood. He stared

silently at the jagged blade that gleamed evilly in the light.

"Gah—!"

The large man bolted upright, leaning away from the weapon.

I kept my cool and explained, "It's not a ghost. That dagger is a

physical object—a few lines of program code that exists somewhere in the SAO server. Just like the short spear that's still sitting in your inventory. If you don't believe me, you can take this

one, too, and examine it to your heart's content."

"N-no way! You can have the spear back, too!!" Schmitt

shrieked, opening his menu window and, after several input mistakes, materializing the black spear. The weapon appeared in

midair and fell, clanking down next to the dagger.

The large man put his head in his hands again. Gently, Asuna

offered, "Schmitt, I don't think it's a ghost, either. If ghosts in

Aincrad were real, there would be many more than just the

Golden Apple leader. Nearly three and a half thousand people

have died, and they've all got the same grudges to settle. Right?"

She was completely right. If I died in this game, I would sure

be mad enough about it to come back as a ghost. Though, if there

was anyone I knew serene enough to just accept fate and move

on, it had to be the man who led the KoB.

But Schmitt just shook his head, still downcast. "You just…

don't know her. Griselda was so strong and so noble…and so incredibly strict when it came to corruption and doing wrong. Even

more than you, Asuna. So if someone walked her into a trap…

Griselda would never forgive them. She'd come back as a ghost to

punish them, if she had to…"

A heavy silence filled the room.

Outside the window, which Asuna had shut and locked, the

sun was down and orange lanterns lit the streets. It would be full

of lively players looking to relax, but oddly, the sound seemed to

be avoiding this individual room.

I took a deep breath and broke the silence.

"…If that's what you think, then do as you wish. But I won't

believe it. There has to be a logic to these two safe-haven murders

that fits within the rules of the system. I'm going to find it…and

you're going to help me, like you promised."

"H-help…?"

"You said you'd tell us where Grimlock likes to eat. That's our

only clue now. I'll stake the place out for days on end, if I have

to."

To be honest, while I could find Grimlock, the blacksmith who

created the black spear and probably the dagger next to it, I had

no plan for what to do after that. I wasn't in the Army, so I

couldn't just lock him up and try to interrogate him.

But if what Yolko said before she died was right—"he has the

right to seek vengeance against all of us, for the sake of the

leader"—and Grimlock was motivated by revenge against the

three who voted against selling the ring, or against all the guild

members equally…If he was motivated by something as strong as

the love for a deceased wife…

If I could sit with him face-to-face and speak to him, maybe

something might get through to him. That possibility was the

only thing I could bet on at this point.

Schmitt hung his head again but heavily, reluctantly lifted

himself from his seat. He stumbled over to a writing desk along

the walls, took the pre-supplied parchment and feather quill, then

wrote down the name of the restaurant.

As I watched, a thought occurred to me, and over his back I

said, "By the way, can you write the names of the other former

Golden Apple members? I'll go back to the Monument of Life and

check for survivors."

The man nodded and picked up the quill again to continue

writing. He brought back the parchment eventually and handed it

to me, saying, "It's pathetic to admit this, as a front-line player…

but I don't feel like going out into the open anytime soon. When

the time comes for the next boss raid party, leave me out. Also…"

With a gaunt expression devoid of his former boldness, the

DDA's lancer and team leader asked, "Can you escort me back to

headquarters?"

Neither Asuna nor I could mock Schmitt for the cowardice.

As we walked the terrified giant from the inn on the fifty-seventh floor back to the DDA fortress on the fifty-sixth, the two of

us never stopped scanning the darkness. If anyone had coincidentally been unlucky enough to cross our path wearing a hooded

black robe, they might have been jumped.

Even through the massive gates of his headquarters, Schmitt's

face did not lose its fear. As I watched him trot hastily into the

building, I sighed and turned to Asuna.

She was biting her lip. "…It's…very frustrating…what happened to Yolko…" Asuna mumbled. I rasped an acknowledgment.

To be honest, Yolko's death was at least twice as shocking to

me as Kains's. I couldn't get the mental image of her falling

through the window out of my mind.

"Until now, I'd kind of felt like I was along for a ride…but now

I can't see it that way anymore. We have to solve this mystery—

for her sake. I'm going to scope out this restaurant. What about

you?" I asked.

Asuna looked up at me with a start and replied firmly, "I'm

going, of course. We'll get to the bottom of this together."

"…All right. Let's do this."

In truth, I was a bit hesitant about involving Asuna further. If

we kept going with this case, we could easily turn ourselves into

Grimlock's next targets.

But Asuna turned on her heel, crisply silencing my concerns,

and strode toward the teleport gate square. I sucked in a deep

breath of cold night air, let it out in a burst, then chased after that

long chestnut-brown hair.

8

The place on Schmitt's parchment was a small pub in a cramped

section of the twentieth floor's main city. Based on the look of the

place, squashed into the twisting alley with a forlorn little sign, it

did not look like the kind of restaurant that served meals that

could be eaten every day without tiring.

But it was also true that the best spots to eat were found in

out-of-the-way places like this, and it was difficult for me to stifle

the urge to rush in and start trying everything on the menu. If

Grimlock were the hooded assassin, he had already seen my face,

and he would never show up here again if he saw me here.

After a survey of the surroundings, Asuna and I hid in the

shadows nearby, then noticed that there was an inn within view

of the restaurant. When the foot traffic dried up, we darted over

to the inn and rented an upstairs room that overlooked the alley.

As we hoped, the window had a clear view of the pub entrance.

We extinguished the lights and took seats beside the window,

hunkering down to observe.

It wasn't long before Asuna turned to me and asked dubiously,

"Hey…we've got a good position now, but how are we going to

recognize Grimlock if he goes in there?"

"Good question. That's why I originally thought of bringing

Schmitt with us, but that didn't seem likely, the way he was acting…Anyway, despite the robe, I got a pretty up-close look at this

possible Grimlock. If someone with the right build comes along, I

can force myself into a duel challenge to check out his name."

"Whaaat?" Asuna yelped, her eyes wide.

In SAO, visually focusing on another player brought up a

green or orange "color cursor" with information about them. But

the only information it would display for a stranger was an HP

bar and a guild tag, but not a name or level.

This was a common-sense measure to minimize criminal activity. If a player's name could be identified at a glance, they

could be harassed with malicious instant messages, and if their

level were publicized, it would make it easier to pick out a weak

target to hunt down or extort in the open when they were vulnerable.

However, not having access to strangers' names also made it

rather difficult to search for an individual player, as we were currently doing.

The only surefire method I knew to confirm a player's name

was to challenge them to a one-on-one duel. By hitting the duel

button in the menu and pointing out the target's cursor, a system

message would appear, notifying me that I'd just challenged soand-so to a duel. This method would show me the official player

name as recognized by the system, spelled in the Western alphabet.

However, the same message would also appear with my name

in front of the target. So it was impossible to use such a method

while also staying secretive about it, and naturally, it was extremely rude behavior. On top of that, there was no stopping the

other player from accepting and drawing his weapon.

Asuna opened her mouth, about to say something about my

idea—probably that it was dangerous. But she closed it just as

quickly and nodded, looking stern. She understood that it was the

only way, but she advised, "If you do talk with Grimlock, I'm

going to be there, too."

When she put it that flatly, there was no way I could force her

to stay here in the room. Now it was my turn to reluctantly accept

the plan. I checked the time: 6:40 PM, just around the time that

adventurers would be returning from their travels to eat at their

favorite restaurants. For having such an unassuming appearance,

the little pub's swinging door was in a state of nonstop flux. Yet so

far, I hadn't seen a single player who matched the height and

build of that robed figure.

We had no clue to rely upon other than this restaurant, but in

fact, there was one other worrisome element on my mind. In that

inn on the fifty-seventh floor, Schmitt had moaned that the robed

figure on the roof wasn't Grimlock, that "Grim was taller than

that." It seemed unlikely that the rattled Schmitt would be calm

enough to make that snap judgment, but if it were true, this

whole stakeout was a waste of time that would get us nowhere.

We would be staring at the door of a hidden legend of a restaurant, never to sample its wares…

Suddenly, I clutched my stomach, overtaken by a wave of

hunger.

At that moment, something passed in front of my eyes. It was

wrapped in white paper and smelled very good. I stared closely at

the object Asuna was holding in front of me, keeping her eyes on

the pub door. She said, "Here." I had to be sure.

"Y-you're…giving it to me?"

"What else would I be doing? Waving it under your nose to

make you jealous?"

"A-ah. Of course not. Sorry—and thank you."

I took the wrapper, ducking my head in apology. Asuna was

deftly producing another object of the same likeness, never taking

her eyes off of the door.

I quickly unwrapped the package to see a large baguette sandwich. Between the crispy toasted bread was a pile of vegetables

and roasted meat. I gazed at it in amazement, only for Asuna to

coldly note, "It's going to run out of durability and vanish if you

don't hurry up and eat it."

"Oh! Er…right! Here goes!"

There was no time to stare. The durability of food items was,

with the exception of certain special ingredients, generally quite

low. On a number of occasions, I'd had a packed lunch disappear

in my hands as I was about to eat. There was a special item that

could be crafted only by master crafters, a little box called a "Permanent Storage Trinket" that could keep food ingredients fresh

permanently, even if left out in the open field. Sadly, the box was

so small that you couldn't fit anything larger than two peanuts in

it.

So I took big, quick bites, savoring the volume of the sandwich

as best I could. The flavoring was simple but tastefully vivid, encouraging more bites. Durability of food had no effect on its flavor, so as long as it existed, it tasted freshly made.

I chowed down on the large baguette, keeping my eyes on the

pub at all times, and heaved a sigh of satisfaction when I was

done. Next to me, Asuna was still chewing politely.

"Thanks for the food. Anyway, when did you have time to

arrange a meal? They don't sell proper food like this at the street

carts, do they?"

"I told you, it was about to run out of durability. I had a feeling

it might come to this, so I put them together this morning."

"Ohh…No wonder you're the manager in charge of the KoB's

daily activities. I never even thought about our meal plan. By the

way, where's it from?"

The taste of the baguette, with its crispy bread, veggies, and

roast meat, was good enough to rank highly on my personal list of

best restaurants, so I was eager to insert it into my regular rotation. But Asuna's shrugged response was not what I expected.

"You can't buy it."

"Huh?"

"It's not from a store."

She clammed up and didn't seem likely to share any further

detail. It took me a while to figure out what she meant: If it wasn't

sold at an NPC shop, it must therefore be player-made.

I sat in dumbfounded silence for a good ten seconds, then panicked and realized I needed to say something, anything. I couldn't

afford a repeat of my abysmal mistake in ignoring Asuna's fashion statement from the morning.

"Uh…well, gosh, how should I say this…I w-wish I hadn't just

gobbled it down like that. I mean, I could have sold it at auction

in Algade and made a killing, ha-ha-ha."

Wham! Asuna kicked the leg of my chair with a white boot,

and I sat up straight, trembling.

After several extremely tense minutes, in which Asuna quietly

finished her meal, she muttered, "…He's not coming."

"Er, y-yeah. Well, Schmitt made it sound like he doesn't visit

every day. Plus, I kind of doubt that Grimlock's going to show up

in his black robe to chow on some grub, right after committing a

PK…We might need to stake out this place for two or three days,"

I said quickly, checking the time. It had only been thirty minutes

since we started. I was ready to wait until I saw Grimlock, no

matter how many hours or days it took, but Her Excellency the

Vice Commander might have different plans.

I glanced over at her again, but Asuna was sunk deep into her

chair, and not about to get up anytime soon.

Belatedly, I realized that my statement could be interpreted as

"two or three nights staying here," and my palms flooded with

sweat. But then, Asuna broke the silence.

"Hey, Kirito."

"Y-yes?!"

What she said was fortunately—or unfortunately—totally unrelated to my statement.

"What would you have done? If you were in Golden Apple and

they got a super-rare item like that, what would you have said?"

"…"

After several seconds of shocked silence, then several seconds

of hard thought, I said, "Good question…But trouble like that is

why I fly solo in the first place…In the games I played before SAO,

a number of guilds I was in fell apart due to members pilfering

the best items and selling them for profit…"

It was an unavoidable fact that one of the big motivating factors for a majority of MMO gamers was the feeling of superiority

over the rest of the populace. And the easiest measurement of superiority was strength—defeating powerful monsters or other

players with upgraded stats and powerful gear. That pleasure

could not be found anywhere outside of online games. The reason

that I was spending countless hours grinding for levels was none

other than to enjoy the feeling of superiority inherent in being a

front-line player.

If I was in a guild now, and a phenomenal piece of gear

dropped for the party, and it was perfectly suited for another

member of the guild—would I be able to say, "You ought to use

this"?

"…No, I couldn't," I muttered, shaking my head. "I might not

be able to say that I wanted to use it, but I'm not enough of a saint

to happily hand it over to someone else. If I were a member of

Golden Apple, I would have joined the pro-selling side. What

about you?"

Her answer was instantaneous: "It belongs to the person who

got the drop."

"Eh?"

"That's the rule in our guild. Any random drop when in a party

is the property of whomever got it. And there's no combat log in

SAO, so there's no public record of who got what. It'd have to be

announced on the honor system. So the only way to avoid people

keeping secrets and causing trouble is to make it policy. Plus…"

She paused, her gaze on the pub door softening somewhat.

"That system actually makes the concept of marriage here

more meaningful. You know that people who get married share a

common inventory, right? The moment you get married, you

can't hide things from your spouse. It also means that any player

who tries to steal items from the guild can never get married to a

fellow member. A shared inventory is a very pragmatic system,

but I also find it quite romantic."

I blinked in surprise at the note of longing I detected in her

voice. A tension that made no sense rose within me, and I

thoughtlessly stammered, "Y-yeah, that's a good point. W-well, if

I'm ever in a party with you, I'll be sure not to hog all the drops."

Asuna's chair slammed backward. Without the lights on, I

couldn't make out her face very well, but in the pale moonlight, I

saw the Flash go through a rotation of varying expressions. She

raised her right hand as if to strike and shouted, "A-are you

nuts?! You can wait decades, and that day will never come! Ah, wwell, that's in regards to being in a party with you, of course. I

mean, look…Just keep watching the pub! What'll we do if you

miss him?!"

Once she had the bellowing out of her system, Asuna turned

away in a huff. As I was making sure not to take my eyes off the

door for more than a second while we talked, her accusation

stung. I mumbled a pathetic rebuttal that I was watching, and

stopped to think.

When the ring that caused the downfall of Golden Apple

dropped, who was it who scored the item?

Perhaps it was a pointless question now. But if it was desirable

enough to kill their leader over it, surely just concealing it from

the start would've been easier. That would mean whoever announced they had won the drop couldn't be the killer.

I grimaced, thinking I should have asked Schmitt when I had

the chance. Neither Asuna nor I were registered friends of his, so

we couldn't send him a message to check. There were instant

messages that could be sent to any player whose name you knew,

but it required being on the same floor, and had a very short cap

on length.

It could easily happen the next time I saw Schmitt. We weren't

chasing the culprit of the ring killing of half a year ago, but the

one responsible for the ongoing safe-haven murders. Still, I

couldn't get over it. I took out the list Schmitt had made for me.

Asuna was still looking away with a weird expression on her

face, so I asked her not to take her eyes off the pub, and I examined the list of Golden Apple members handwritten on the parchment.

Griselda. Grimlock. Schmitt, Yolko, Kains…The scrawled list

of names was eight long. And at least three of them were no

longer present in the floating castle.

We couldn't allow for any more victims. We had to stop Grimlock's revenge and find the logic behind the safe-haven murders.

I was about to put the memo back into my item storage, but

right at the moment the small sheaf of parchment was about to be

converted back into a digital storage, one particular point drew

my notice.

"…Huh…?"

I took a closer look. The detail-focusing system kicked in, refining the texture of the letters on the parchment to bring them

into sharper detail.

"Um…what does this mean…?" I mumbled.

Without taking her eyes off the pub door, Asuna asked, "What

is it?"

But I didn't have the presence of mind to answer. My brain

was working feverishly, trying to decipher the meaning, the reason, the intention of what I was seeing.

Several seconds later, I shouted, "Aaa…aaaah!!" and leaped up

from my chair. The sheet of parchment trembled, reflecting the

weight of the shock that overwhelmed me.

"I see…So that's what it means!!" I moaned.

In a voice made of equal parts hesitation and frustration,

Asuna hissed, "What? What did you figure out?!"

"I've been…We've been…"

I struggled to squeeze the words out of my dry throat; I

clenched my eyes.

"We've been missing the entire picture all along. We thought

we understood, but we were looking at the wrong thing. There's

no weapon, skill, or loophole behind this whole safe-haven-PK

thing…There was never any way to begin with!!"