No, they were surrendering right at the start?
What kind of nonsense was that?
They were giving up just because the people on the other side reeked too strongly of social butterflies and modern elites?!!
That French bloodline was a little too strong, wasn't it?!!
"From a rationalist perspective, surrendering really is the right call. That aura is far too strong."
The boy who had proposed it wore a grave expression as well.
—For the two siblings, the overwhelming sense of fulfilled, sociable lives from the other side was as terrifyingly lethal as an open domain.
"But—!!!"
In the next instant, his voice became impassioned and stirring.
"This isn't that garbage Game World ruled by enviable social butterflies and office workers. This is a world truly meant for gamers!"
"We already lost once in the past. Are we going to keep losing now?!!"
"No, we made a promise. We said we would keep winning and challenge the gods."
"We absolutely cannot lose to those damned social butterflies, for the sake of our promise!!"
Then Sora suddenly slammed the table, making the tabletop seem to tremble. He swept out his hand like a commanding general, his presence soaring.
"Brother—"
Moved by that heroic aura, the petite girl seemed to tear up.
The boy giving the speech looked at his younger sister with tearful eyes as well.
—Slamming the table did make him look more imposing, but it really hurt.
"So next, we observe the social butterflies' behavior, then prepare to defeat them through games?"
The white-haired girl clearly had not noticed that—or perhaps she had deliberately chosen not to notice—and asked her brother.
In response, the redhead with tears shooting from the corners of his eyes immediately waved his arm and shouted with immense vigor.
"Yes."
"Let's beat those social butterflies