No Game No Life, Vol. 07 by Yuu Kamiya

Author:Yuu Kamiya [Kamiya, Yuu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2018-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

The girl did not understand, but the Shrine Maiden floating through the memories did. The planet still had no self to ask why. The lonely philosopher, questioning eternity while hugging her knees, lost hope…and fell into an eternal sleep, clinging dearly to the one answer she at last had found at the end of infinity—

Yes. Until thou awakest me.

The booming voice floated the Shrine Maiden’s distant consciousness up to the surface……

……

…Gracious…? What’s this? Am I still living?

The Shrine Maiden tried to look around only to realize that her eyes—no, none of her senses—worked. In the lightless, soundless void, all she could hear was a voice resounding within her consciousness, one she knew well.

Nay. Should this hand be loosed, thy soul will surely disperse at once, like the dew.

The words of the god whose ether she’d housed within her through many years. To that voice—ice-cold, emotionless, and inorganic as ever—sound:

I see. Be that as it may, if I’m dead, we can’t chat, can we? Aye, it mustn’t be reckoned so till I am dew.

It seemed she was literally in the palm of a god’s hand, her soul in its grip. The Shrine Maiden laughed cacophonously, though she had no mouth or throat—or even a body. But this laughter was perhaps not well taken.

Mortal. Know thy place as one who hast deceived a god.

With that, the Shrine Maiden felt her consciousness flicker once. She must have indeed “died” in the palm of the god’s tightened grasp, but even so, she remained casual. She’d deceived and exploited an Old Deus—that she’d admit. Defiantly. After all…

’Tis the rule of the world that the fault lies in falling for it, you know?

Once more her consciousness lapsed. Had she died for a moment again?

Blimey, if you’d stop killing me and bringing me back on a whim… It chills my guts, it does—or, wait, do I have guts?

Twice. Thou hast deceived me.

A divine pronouncement of guilt. Sacred words that but for the Ten Covenants should spell doom in and of themselves. Still.

What, now, are you sulking? That must mean the game is coming along swimmingly.

Yes, if the deception was going fine. As if in place of an answer, the Shrine Maiden, till now bereft of senses, found her vision opened. She saw the spiraling land divided into spaces and the players making their individual ways. It seemed that things were all proceeding as planned.

Oh dear, you’re gonna lose, you know?

Forgetting even that she was drenched in death to the top of her head, the Shrine Maiden laughed merrily.

Indeed. When a god may be deceived twice by her host—all may be so, and all may be not.

The god’s face could not be seen as she spoke. Her voice contained no feeling, no involvement, no interest whatsoever. It was as though she wished for nothing, hoped for nothing, and dismissed all as equally valueless, meaningless.

I care not. Should I succeed or should I fail—only the ending will change. The conclusion will not.

Very much like…a petulant child.

Insofar as thou hast deceived, betrayed—sold—your god, the limits of the theory thou hast sought remain unchanged.

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