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PROROGUE 


—Urban legends. These whispers traveling through the world, as 
countless as the stars, represent a kind of wish. 

—Like the urban legend that humans have never been to the moon. 

—Like the Freemason conspiracy hidden in the dollar bill. 

—Like the Philadelphia Experiment into time travel. The nuclear 
shelter on the Chiyoda Line, Area 51, the Roswell incident, etc.— 
Looking at these innumerable urban legends, one can see a clear 
pattern emerging. Namely...they are composed of a wish: “It sure 
would be cool!” It’s said that there’s no smoke without fire. But when 
you think about the nature of rumors and how a big fish gets 
embellished until it’s too big to even be a fish, you can see how these 
urban legends come to form. In short, they’re based on true stories 
but are not themselves true. To put it bluntly, they’re mostly BS. And 
yet they don’t quite deserve to be complained about, or even 
wondered about, really. Since ancient times, people have always 
preferred fate over coincidence beginning with the very fact that the 
birth of humanity was the product of astronomically unlikely 
coincidence. Thus, people wanted to think, from their instincts, from 
the rules they had experienced, that someone intentionally made 
humanity. That the world was made not of chaos, but of order. 
Imagining someone in the back pulling the strings, to find meaning 
in an absurd and unreasonable world...at the very least, wishing that 
it could be true. So, too, can it be said that urban legends are generally 
another product of this earnest wish. 

—So. There are urban legends numerous enough to light up the 
sky. What isn’t as well known is that some of them are actually true. 



—Just to be clear, this isn’t to say that any of the previously 
mentioned urban legends are true. It’s simply that there do exist 
urban legends emerging from a different principle. 

—For instance, a rumor too surreal to believe becoming an urban 
legend. 

Here is an example of such a rumor. It’s a rumor, whispered 
around earnestly on the Internet, of a gamer named “ ” (Blank). They 
say he holds unbeatable records in the online rankings for over 280 
games. That there’s a gamer who’s swept up all the world’s top ranks 
with his player name “ ”. You probably think, “No way.” Of course, 
that’s what everyone thinks. The hypothesis they’ve come up with is 
simple: That it’s become a trendy convention among game devs to 
just leave their names as a space in the rankings for their games so 
people wouldn’t know who they were, and it isn’t an actual player—. 

Yet, bizarrely, people keep on claiming that they’ve actually played 
him. They say he’s unbeatable. They say he’s shut out chess programs 
that have even beaten grandmasters. They say his play style defies 
common sense and is impossible to read. They say they used tools and 
cheat codes and they still lost. They say...they say...they say—. 

Those who are even a little interested in such rumors probe deeper. 
Why? It’s simple. If he has the top online ranks in console games, PC 
games, and social network games, then he must have an account. If 
he exists, then you should be able to look at his history. But there’s no 
way such a person could actually—. 

—And they sneer and search—and there’s the trap. Because there 
actually is a user registered with the name “ ” on every console, on 
every SNS, and anyone can see “ ”’s history: and there can be found a 
number of trophies that could literally be expressed as “countless.” 
Because “ ”’s match records list not a single loss. 

—And so the plot thickens. Even though the facts are solid, the 
rumor becomes even more unbelievable. 


It’s a hacker who’s erased his loss records.” 



“It’s a gamer group that invites only the best players.” 

—Etc., etc. Thus, a new urban legend is slowly born. 

—On the other hand, in this case, some of the blame does lie with 
the party who originated the rumor: “ ”. After all, he has an account; 
he’s been given his place to speak. Yet he says not a word and 
responds to no contact. Since he releases not so much as a byte of 
information, everything about him except that he’s Japanese is a 
mystery. No one knows his face—and this is yet another factor that 
accelerates the growth of an urban legend. 


—And so. 


—It’s time for an introduction. 

This is it. The uncontested king of the global rankings for over 280 
games. The legendary gamer who continues to make unbeatable 
records. “ ”—in the flesh—! 


“.Ah...I’m gonna die; I’m gonna die... Ah, I died... Come on...Res 

me already!” 

“...Slurp... I guess...it was too hard to use two mice with my feet...” 

“What, just res me already—Hey, no fair, little sister! I haven’t 
eaten anything in three days, and here you are leisurely slurping 
instant noodles—in the middle of a battle!” 

“...Brother, you want some...? We’ve got some CalorieMate...” 

“CalorieMate is for the bourgeois; who’s gonna eat that? Just res 
me!” 


“...Sip... Mm, sure.” 
Shvaa...pwing! 



“Righto, props... Wait, what time is it?” 

“...Uh... still, eight o’clock in the middle of the night...” 

“Eight a.m. is the middle of the night? That’s a new way of looking 
at it, my sister. What day is it?” 

“...Dunno...it’s my first, second—fourth, cup of noodles...so, I guess, 
fourth?” 

“No, no, my sister, I didn’t mean the number of days we’ve been 
up. I mean what day of what month?” 

“...You...don’t have a job... What does it matter?” 

“It matters! There are events on online games and tournaments!” 

—This young man and girl enjoying their online game spoke across 
the room without bothering with eye contact. The room was— 
probably big enough for sixteen tatami mats. Pretty big. But, with the 
countless consoles, four PCs each—eight total, along with the wiring 
that snaked around the floor with a modern art-like complexity, the 
opened game boxes, and the scattered noodle cups and plastic bottles 
they called “rations,” there wasn’t enough space left in the room to 
feel the original size. In the pale light of the LED displays they had 
chosen, like true gamers, for their fast refresh rate and the faint 
glimmer of the long-risen sun through the blackout curtains...they 
conversed. 

“...Brother, aren’t you gonna...get a job?” 

“—Well, are you gonna go to school today?” 


They spoke no further. 

The brother: Sora (“Sky”/“Empty”). Eighteen, unemployed, virgin, 



unpopular, socially incompetent, video game vegetable. A young man 
with messy black hair, in jeans and a T-shirt, looking just the part of a 
shut-in. The sister: Shiro (“White”). Eleven, truant, friendless, bullied, 
socially phobic, video game vegetable. A girl who, with her pure white 
hair, looked far too unlike him to be related, hair which still dangled 
low and apparently uncared-for, covering her face as she sat in an 
elementary school sailor uniform she hadn’t worn outside the house 
since she’d switched schools. The characters for their names put 
together spelled Kuuhaku: “Blank.” 





—Well. So, this is another kind of urban legend. You can leave it in 
the shadows. Or you can have your dreams. 


—Very well, then: We see the processes by which urban legends form. 
In short, that they represent people’s wishes, as explained earlier. For 
this world is chaos. Without fate and full only of coincidence. 
Unreasonable. Absurd. Devoid of meaning. And those who notice this 
but who don’t want to admit it wish that the world could be just a 
little cooler. And this is what is born from that earnest wish: an urban 
legend. 

—So, it’s time. Let me make this uncool reality a little cooler for 
you. I offer you a new urban legend. 

—And on that note, as a convention. As a grace. 

—I’d like to open as follows: 

—Have you heard a rumor that goes like this?— 

They say that people who are just too good at games will one day 
get an e-mail. The body contains some cryptic words and a URL 
inviting them to a certain game. And, if you beat that game— 


“...I’m pooped...gonna sleep.” 

“Hey, wait! If you go, who’s gonna heal—” 

“...You can do it, Brother.” 

“Well, theoretically, yes! If, in addition to the two characters I’m 
controlling with my hands, I control the two characters you 
abandoned with my feet!” 


Hang in there.” 


“Wait—please, Shiro, I beg you! If you sleep now, everyone’s gonna 

—or, well, I’m gonna die!- Aaarrggghh, damn it, fine, I’ll show 

you!” 

By now, the sister had stacked up five empty noodle cups. In other 
words, this was the fifth day the siblings’ banter had continued 
without sleep. As the sister lay her head on a console to sleep, ignoring 
her brother’s desperate, resigned cry, a sound entered her ear: Bink. It 
was the tablet telling her they’d gotten e-mail. 

“Brother, mail.” 

“Your brother’s busy playing four characters on four different 
screens. What do you expect him to do?!” 

Manipulating four mice dexterously with both hands and both feet, 
this was all the brother could say as he whirled around the controls 
for a party of four like a lone dervish. 

“I mean, it’s probably just spam. Forget it!” 

“...Maybe...it’s from a friend?” 

“—Of whose?” 

“...Of...yours?” 

“Ha-ha, that’s a good one. I do believe my beloved sister just fired 
off a crack that cuts to my very core.” 

“...I hope...you get...why I didn’t say ‘of mine.’” 

“Well, it’s probably spam anyway. Wait, are you gonna sleep or 
not? If you’re not gonna sleep, help meeeee! Ah, ah, I’m gonna die, 
I’m gonna die!” 

The brother: Sora. To repeat—eighteen, unemployed, virgin, 
unpopular, socially incompetent, video game vegetable. Not that he 




was proud of it, but the idea that someone like him, who not only 
couldn’t get a girlfriend but couldn’t make a friend of any kind, could 
possibly have a “Friend” category in his list of e-mail senders was 
easily rejected. Evidently this applied to his sister, Shiro, as well. 

“...Ughh... What a pain.” 

Still, Shiro mustered a consciousness that had been on the verge of 
sleep and rose. If it was just spam, then whatever. But if it was spam 
for a new game, well, that couldn’t be missed. 

“...Brother...where’s the tablet?” 

“Three o’clock, second pile, under the fourth porn game from the 
top—gahh, my feet are gonna cramp!” 

Ignoring her brother’s groans of suffering, Shiro followed his 
directions, fished through the pile—and found it. Perhaps you ask why 
a pair of shut-in losers would need a tablet? But that is a silly 
question. Of course—for games. On the other hand, there was 
another way that this pair was using said tablet. They had countless 
accounts and e-mail addresses for their countless games, so while 
reserving their PCs mostly for gaming, they had the tablet set to sync 
with over thirty e-mail accounts just so they could check their mail. 
You could call this “efficiency first.” Or just “dumb.” 

“...The sound was bink... That’s the notification for our third main 
address... This one, right?” 

Displaying her monstrous memory, Shiro placidly dug through 
their e-mail. And—as, in the background, her brother let out a 
“whoop,” apparently having managed to emerge victorious in a real¬ 
time battle while controlling four characters all by himself—she read 
the e-mail. 


—One new message— Subject: Dear 






The sister tilted her head. It wasn’t especially unusual for “ ’’—that 
is, Sora and Shiro—to receive e-mail. Requests for matches, requests 
for interviews, inflammatory challenges—there were plenty, but this... 

“...Brother.” 

“Whatever could it be? My beloved, sick, twisted sister who just 
claimed she was going to sleep to force her brother to face a game all 
by himself, bound by physical restrictions, and who then didn’t even 
go to sleep?” 

“...This...” 

As if she hadn’t even heard her brother’s sarcasm, she showed him 
the e-mail on the screen. 

“Huh?—The hell’s this?” 

It seemed the brother also recognized there was something special 
about the e-mail. 

“Save OK, drops OK..” 

He made sure his progress was saved successfully and then closed 
the window for the first time in five days. He opened a mail client on 
the PC. And he squinted. 

“How do they know Blank are a brother and sister ?” 

—Indeed, the brother knew that there were people online claiming “ 
” was more than one person. But that wasn’t the problem. The body 
just contained this one sentence with a URL: 

“Dear brother and sister , don’t you ever feel you were 
born into the wrong world?” 

“...The hell’s this?” 

(( 




The words were a little—no, extremely— creepy. And the URL was 
unfamiliar. There was no country code like “.jp” at the end. It was a 
URL of that sort that led to a specific page script—a direct link into a 
game. 

“What do you...wanna do?” 

The sister asked as if she didn’t particularly care. But it was 
apparent that she, too, had taken an interest in this e-mail, whose 
sender seemed to know who they were. If she hadn’t, she would’ve 
just put her head back on the console and slept. She left the decision 
to her brother—because she recognized it as his area of expertise, that 
is— 


“Trying to play mind games? Oh well, it might be a bluff, but it 
might also be fun.” 

He ran security software to check for malware, then clicked the 
link. But...what appeared was unbelievably simple. An unadorned 
online chessboard. 

“. Yawn., .good night...” 

“Hey, hey, wait. This is a challenge to Blank. If it’s a high-level 
chess program, I can’t beat it on my own.” 

The brother stopped the sister, who seemed to have immediately 
lost interest and was trying again to go to sleep. 

“...Chess... Give me a break...” 

“Yeah... I mean, I know how you feel...” 

There was software that had shut out a grandmaster at the top of 
world chess: The sister had beaten it twenty times in a row. This was 
long ago. It wasn’t surprising she’d lost interest in the game. But— 

“Blank can’t lose. At least stay up until we can see how good they 
are.” 




...Ughh... Fine.” 


And so, Sora made his first move, then his second. Shiro watched 
disinterestedly. Actually, more just sleepily. She watched heavily as if 
she were rowing a boat. But then—after five or ten moves. Shiro’s 
eyes, until then 80 percent closed, opened up and stared at the screen. 

“...Huh? What’s he...” 

Just as Sora began to feel uneasy, Shiro stood up and spoke. 

“...Brother, my turn...” 

The brother handed over his seat obediently. This indicated that the 
sister had judged that the brother couldn’t win. In other words, that 
the opponent was worthy of playing the greatest chess player in the 
world. The sister proceeded with her moves. 

—Chess is a finite, zero-sum, two-player game with perfect 
information. It’s a game with no room for luck to intervene. In 
theory, an unbeatable strategy does exist, but only in theory. Only if 
one can grasp all of the vast number of possible games: 10 to the 
120th power. Practically speaking, such a thing is impossible. 

—But Shiro says it is not She says with conviction that all you have 
to do is read all io-to-the-i20th-power possibilities. And she did in 
fact beat the world’s top chess program twenty times in a row. In 
chess, the person who goes first merely has to pick the best move to 
win, and the person who goes second can only draw. That’s the 
theory, anyway. She played this game against a program that 
explored two hundred million possibilities a second. She won twenty 
times in a row , alternating who moved first, just to demonstrate the 
imperfection of the program. And yet. 

“...Noway.” 

She opened her eyes in surprise. 

—Meanwhile, however, her brother was noticing something strange 



about the way things were going. 

“Calm down. The player’s human, is the thing.” 
“-Huh?” 


“A program always makes the best move. It has unlimited 
concentration, but it can only move according to established 
strategies. That’s why you can win. But—this guy.” 

The brother pointed to the screen. 

“He’s making a bad move on purpose to lure you in. You assumed 
that it was th eprogram’s mistake. That was your mistake.” 

“.Nghh.” 

The sister had no counterargument for her brother. 

—It was true that, in chess...no, in almost any game...her technical 
skill vastly outmatched his. Truly: a genius gamer. However, in mind 
games, reading the opponent, and manipulation, in all kinds of 
insight into that wild card of the opponent’s emotions—the brother’s 
skills were superhuman. This was why “ ’’—the combination of Sora 
and Shiro—was unbeaten. 

“Don’t woriy. Just calm down. If the opponent’s not a program, 
then there’s even less chance you could lose. Just don’t let him rattle 
you. I’ll explain his traps and strategies, so cool it.” 

“...Okay... I’ll try.” 

This was it. The mechanism behind a single gamer running away 
with the top global ranking for so many games. 


This game, played without time control, extended over six hours. 
The adrenaline and dopamine secreted by their brains made them 
forget they’d been up for five days straight, swept away their fatigue, 




and pulled their concentration up to its limits. Six hours—yet the 
battle felt as if it actually took days. Finally, the decisive moment 
came. The emotionless voice echoing from the speaker. 

“Checkmate.” 

The siblings—won. 

6666 9999 


After a long silence... 

‘‘“Hhfffffff .”” 

They exhaled all their breath. It spoke to a match such as to make 
them forget to breathe. When they were finally done, they laughed. 

“...Wow... It’s been so long...since I played a game this hard...” 

“Ha-ha, it’s the first time I’ve even seen you think a game was 
hard.” 

“...Wow... Brother, is the opponent...really human?” 

“Yeah, there’s no mistaking it. I could see him hesitating when you 
didn’t take his bait, getting slightly confused when the traps he’d laid 
didn’t go off. It’s a human for sure—either that or a monster.” 

“...I wonder what he’s like.” 

The sister, who had shut out a program that had shut out the 
grandmasters, was becoming interested in an opponent. 

“Well, it could actually be a grandmaster? Programs are precise, but 
people are complex.” 

“...I see... In that case... Next, I wanna...play shogi, with the Ryu- 
oh...” 

“I wonder if the Ryu-oh is open to playing online. Well, we’ll give it 




some thought!” 


As they conversed, grinning with the feeling of satisfaction 
produced by endorphins after a match, it happened again. 

—Bink! The sound of another e-mail notification. 

“Must be our opponent just now? Come on, open it up.” 

“...Okay, okay.” 

And—as for the e-mail’s contents? Just this: 

“Marvelous. With skills like that, surely you must find 
it hard to live in this world?” 

All it took was one line. Their psyches flash-froze. The pair had just 
weathered a raging battle on the LED display. From behind them 
shone artificial light. The hum of the fans of computers and game 
equipment. Countless wires wriggling across the floor. Scattered 
trash. Clothes strewn everywhere. A space hidden from the sense of 
time, walled by the curtains that blocked out the sun. Isolated from 
the world— sixteen tatami mats’ worth of cramped space. That was 
their world—all of it. 

—Bitter memories rushed through their minds. The brother who 
had been born no good and who was therefore too good at reading 
people’s words and motives. The sister who had been born too smart, 
and because of that and her pure white hair and red eyes, had no one 
who understood her. The siblings who had been abandoned, even by 
their parents, then left alone in this world and who finally closed their 
hearts to a past that not even the most generous interpretation could 
recall as happy—no, to a present as well. The sister looked down in 
silence. The brother pounded his anger onto the keyboard at the one 
who had made his sister look down. 

“Thanks for your goddamn concern. Who the hell are you?” 

The reply came almost immediately. 



—Or was it even a reply? An e-mail ignoring the question came. 

“What do you think of this world? Is it fun? Is it easy to live in?” 

Reading this, he forgot even to be angiy and met eyes with his 
sister. There was nothing they needed to confirm. They knew the 
answer. 

—That it was the most fail kind of game ever. 

...A stupid game with no clear rules or goal. Seven billion players all 
taking their turns whenever they wanted. Penalized if you won too 
much.—The sister who, thanks to being too smart, was alone and 
bullied with no one to understand her. Penalized if you lost too much. 
—The brother who kept failing and getting yelled at by his teachers 
and parents, yet kept smiling. No right to pass. The bullying only got 
worse if she was silent. If she spoke too much, she’d be hated for 
crossing a line. And he’d be hated for seeing through to people’s true 
motives. There was no way to tell the goal, read the stats, or even 
identify the genre. Even if you followed the rules that were laid out, 
you’d be punished—and worst of all: those who just ignored the rules 
stood at the top—. Compared to this awful life, any other game was 
just too easy. 

“Tsk— asshole.” 

Sora patted the head of his young sister who was still looking down. 

—The pair who had just displayed a godlike performance were 
nowhere to be found. The two that were left were downcast- 
downtrodden—some of the lowest weaklings in society. Nowhere to 
go, cast out by the world—nothing more. The irritation brought the 
fatigue back in a rush. As the brother moved the cursor to the Start 
button to turn off the computer for the first time in a while, he heard: 
Bink !—another e-mail notification entering his ear. His hand 
proceeded to Shut Down regardless. 


—But his sister stopped him. 



“What if there was a world where everything was 
decided by simple games—” 

The two read this suspiciously, but with imagination and longing 
they couldn’t conceal. 

“What if there was a world on a board where the goal 
and rules were clear? What would you think?” 

They looked back at each other, grinned in self-deprecation, and 
nodded. The brother put his hands on the keyboard. So that’s where 
he was going with this. 

“Yeah, if there’s a world like that, we really were born 
in the wrong one.” 

—He echoed the words of the initial e-mail. And hit Send. 

—For a moment. 

Faint static rippled across the computer screen. At the same time, 
everything in the room halted with a thump, as if the breaker had 
been tripped. All except for one thing—the screen that showed the e- 
mail. And— 

“Wha-what?!” 

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There was a sound as if the house was creaking, a sound like the 
crackle of electricity. The brother looked around in a panic as the 
sister spaced out, clueless as what to what was happening. The static 
grew inexorably stronger and finally took over like the snow on an 
untuned TV. And then from the speakers—no. Unmistakably from 
the screen. This time it wasn’t text—a voice came back. 


I agree. You certainly were born in the wrong world.” 



Not only the screen, but now the whole room was taken over by the 
static. Suddenly, white arms extended from the screen’s surface. 

“Wha-?!” 

“...Ee-” 

The limbs reached out from the screen and grabbed the siblings’ 
arms. They were pulled in with a force that was too strong to fight. 
Into the screen—. 

“Then I’ll let you be born again—into the world you should have 
beenl” 


—...And then—. 


Everything turned white. It was because he’d opened his eyes—it 
was the light of the sun. He knew this by a burning sensation on his 
retinas that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Finally, the brother realized 
something from the sight that entered his pupils as they started to 
adjust to the light. He was—in the sky. 

“Wwaaaah?!” 

His cramped little room had become, all of a sudden, a wide and 
sweeping vista. 

—But his scream was not because of the strangeness of the 
landscape that entered his eyes. Sora’s brain was accelerating to grasp 
the situation, almost enough to fry his mental circuits, and that was 
why he was screaming. 

“What... what the hell?!” 

—No matter how you looked at it, no matter how many times. 
There in the sky was a floating island. And no matter how many 
times he second-guessed his eyes and head, out at the limits of his 
vision, flying through the sky, was a dragon. The giant chess pieces 
visible deep in the mountains beyond the horizon were huge enough 



to confuse his sense of perspective. It belonged in a game—a fantasy 
landscape. This was clearly not a landscape from the Earth he knew. 
But more importantly— most importantly—from the clouds sweeping 
out under his eyes, he realized that the feeling of weightlessness was 
because he was falling. That they were unmistakably in the middle of 
a skydive with no parachute. Taking all this in and turning his shriek 
to— 

“Oh, I’m about to die.” 

—levels of conviction took the brother all of three seconds. But then 
his tragic conviction was broken through by a voice ringing out 
resoundingly beside him. 

“Welcome to my world!” 

Before the grand and strange landscape, a falling boy spread his 
arms wide and beamed. 

“This is the utopia you’ve dreamed of, Disboard, the ‘world on a 
board’! A world where everything is decided by simple games! That’s 
right— even people’s lives and countries’ bordersl” 

She was maybe ten seconds behind Sora. Shiro, seeming to have 
finally grasped the situation, opened her eyes wide and grabbed on to 
her brother, looking as if about to ciy. 

“Wh-wh-who—are you—?” 

Shiro raised a cry of protest with all her strength, yet as if 
whispering. But the boy went on smiling happily and said: 

“Me? Well, I live over there.” 

As he said it, he pointed to a giant chess piece beyond the horizon 
such as Sora had seen. 

“I suppose if I were to put it in the terms of your world—I’m God, I 
guess!” 



The self-proclaimed God said this with deliberate cuteness, sticking 
his index finger to his cheek. 

But what difference did it make now? 

“Whatever. Hey, what are we supposed to do?! The ground’s 
coming —aghhhh, Shirol” 

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Drawing Shiro’s hands into his chest, Sora put himself beneath her, 
though the gesture was questionably meaningful. Shiro shrieked into 
Sora’s body with a muted cry. Meanwhile, the boy who claimed to be 
a god told them jauntily: 

“I hope to see you again. Probably not too long in the future.” 

—With that, the pair’s consciousness faded. 


“Ugh...ughhh...” 

The feeling of soil. The scent of flowers—when he came to, Sora 
was lying on the ground. He groaned and got up. 

“—Wha-what just happened...?” 

—A dream? Sora thought so but didn’t say it. 

“...Ughh... what a weird dream.” 

Sora’s sister woke up after him and groaned. 

—Aw, Sister. After I made a point of not saying it, too. You didn’t 
have to go and set the “It wasn’t a dream”flag. With these thoughts, 
he stood up, and no matter how he tried to pretend he didn’t notice, 
there was soil under his feet. An unfamiliar sky soared overhead, and 



“Gaaaah!” 


Sora realized that he was standing at the edge of a cliff and stepped 
back in a panic. 

—Looking over the panorama from the cliff, he saw an 
unbelievable landscape spreading out before them. 

...No, that’s not it. Let me rephrase that. There was an island in the 
sky. A dragon. And giant chess pieces beyond the mountains on the 
horizon. So it was the same weird landscape they had seen while 
falling. So it—wasn’t a dream. 

“Hey, little sister.” 

“...Hnh?” 

The siblings spoke as they looked out with vacant eyes. 

“I’ve often thought that life was an impossible game, a game for 
masochists. But this...” 

“...Yeah...” 

They spoke in unison. 

““It’s finally glitched out... What...the hell? This game is epic fail...’'’” 

And then they lost consciousness once more. 


—Have you heard a rumor that goes like this?— 

They say that people who are just too good at games will one day 
get an e-mail. The body contains just a few words and a URL. And, if 

you click the link, a certain game-will start. If you beat the 

game, they say you disappear from this world. And then— 



There’s an urban legend that says you’ll be invited to another 
world. 

...Do you believe it? 



CHAPTER 1 

BEGINNER 

—Once upon a time, there was a time still longer ago. When the Old 
Deus race fought with their relations and creations for the title of One 
True God. With that, the battle continued so long as to make one 
faint. There was no ground not stained by blood, no sky not filled by 
screams. All thinking things hated each other, and to destroy their 
enemies they murdered and slaughtered without mercy. Elves 
mobilized from their little villages, honing their magic, hunting their 
foes. Dragonias followed their instincts, giving themselves over to 
butchery, and Werebeasts devoured their prey like animals. The earth 
was laid to waste and swallowed in dusk, and yet still fell deeper into 
the darkness of the war of the gods. The “Devil” emerged as a 
mutation of the Phantasma, and monsters of the Devil’s breed 
swarmed across the land. In this world, royal houses, their many 
beauties, and most of all, their heroes—these did not exist. Immanity 
was of no consequence. The people built nations, formed cabals, 
staking everything merely to survive. There are still no heroic tales 
for the bard to sing—so blood-drenched was this time, long before this 
land and sea and sky came to be called Disboard. But, even upon this 
chaos of war that was thought to be never-ending, the curtain 
dropped. The land, the sea, the sky—the planet itself. Everything was 
haggard, worn-out, exhausted, and the struggle toward mutual 
destruction could not be sustained any further. And, thus—the deity 
who had the most strength left came to sit upon the throne of the 
One True God. A god who had never once intervened in the war. A 
god who had stayed an observer. 

This deity who sat on the throne of the One True God looked 
around at the state of the world. And he spoke to all things that 
wandered its surface. 




—O ye who expend your might and force and arms and 
mortality building a tower of the dead, and yet call yourselves 
wise, prove me this: What shall set you apart from the witless 
beasts? 

Every race spoke up to prove its own wisdom. But every word rang 
hollow before the wasted world. In the end, not a creature could give 
the God a response that answered. The God spoke. 

—On this heaven and earth, all bodily injury and plunder shall be 
forbidden. 

His words became a covenant, an absolute and immutable rule of 
the world. And, thus, from that day, combat vanished from the 
world. But each of the thinking things spoke up to the God: that, 
though combat vanished, conflict remained. And so the God said, 
very well. 

—O sixteen seeds that claim yourselves wise, ye Ixseeds: 

expend ye your reason and wit and talent and wealth, 

building a tower of wisdom to prove yourselves wise. 

The God drew out sixteen playing pieces—and smiled 
mischievously. And thus were born the Ten Covenants, and thus 
ended the world of war. So it came to pass that all quarrels should be 
settled by games. 

The new One True God had a name—Tet. He who was once known 
as the God of Play... 


On the continent of Lucia, in the Kingdom of Elkia—the capital, 
Elkia. The continent that swept northeast with the Equator at its 
south, and there was a small city in a small country at the western 
tip. No trace was left of the age of myth, when the kingdom had 


reigned over half the continent. Now, all that was left was one last 
city—the capital, a tiny city-state. 

—To be more exact: It was the last bastion of Immanity. 

In the city, just beyond the downtown area, in the suburbs, was a 
single building that housed a tavern and an inn of just the sort that 
might show up in an RPG. Two girls sat on opposite sides of a table, 
surrounded by spectators, playing a game. One was a redhead who 
looked to be in her midteens, her manner and accoutrement 
suggesting high breeding. And the other—. She was probably about 
the same age as the redhead, though her mien and attire suggested 
someone quite a bit older. This black-haired girl was wrapped in a 
black veil and cape as if for a funeral. The game they were playing... 
appeared to be poker. Their expressions contrasted sharply: The 
redhead was a mask of seriousness, perhaps from tension. 
Meanwhile, the black-haired girl seemed unconcerned, with a dead, 
expressionless face. The reason was clear to see—piled high in front of 
the black-haired girl and low in front of the redhead: coins. The 
obvious interpretation was that the redhead was losing hopelessly. 

“...Can you hurry up?” 

“Qu-quiet, you. I’m thinking, don’t you see!” 

—In the tavern, the crowd jeered crudely, already intoxicated 
despite the early hour. The redhead’s brow knit further in frustration. 
In any case it seemed that some excitement was being had. 

..Outside the tavern where the game was being held, a 

young girl wearing a hood sat at a table on the terrace and peered in 
through the window. 

“...Some excitement... What’s this?” 

“Huh? Don’t you know? Are you folks from another country—wait, 
there are no more other human countries.” 

At the table next to the girl peering through the window sat another 




pair, who sat around a table playing a game. A young man wearing a 
hood like the young girl’s, and a middle-aged man with facial hair 
and a beer belly. The young man answered. 

“Oh, you know... We came from way out in the sticks. We don’t 
really know much about what’s been going on in the city.” 

As it happened, the game they were playing was the same as the 
one inside... poker —but here they were using bottle caps. 

The middle-aged man replied dubiously to the youth. “You’re 
saying there is countryside left in the territory Immanity still owns...? 
You must be some kind of hermit.” 

“Ha-ha, something like that. So, what’s all this about?” 

The youth dodged the topic and drew an answer from the fuzzy 
man. 

“Right now, Elkia is having a grand gambling tournament to decide 
the next monarch.” 

While still watching what was happening inside, the hooded girl 
questioned further. “...To decide the next...monarch?” 

“Indeed. According to the will of the late king.” 

«The crown of the next monarch we bequeath not upon our royal 
bloodline, but upon the greatest gambler among humans.» 

The fuzzy man spoke on while stacking his bottle caps. 

“You know, Immanity lost everything in the play for dominion, 
and now all that’s left is Elkia, and Elkia has nothing left but her 
capital—so it’s too late to worry about appearances.” 

“Hmm, play for dominion, eh? Interesting stuff you’ve got going 
on here.” 


So said the hooded young man. Following the hooded girl’s lead, the 



young man took an interest in the proceedings in the tavern, peering 
in. 


“—So, what, are those girls eligible to be the future queen?” 

Hmmm? I’m not sure ‘eligible’ is the right word. Anyone of 
Immanity may enter. But—” he added as he turned his gaze into the 
tavern. 




'v» 'I 



—They were playing poker. Didn’t she know the term “poker face”? 
With a glance at the redhead, who was glaring at her hand as if she 
would groan audibly any second, the man spoke. 

“The redhead is Stephanie Dola—she’s part of the bloodline of the 
former king. The way the will is written, if someone not of royal blood 
takes the crown, she’ll lose everything, so she’s aiming to put herself 
on the throne. 

“After that king brought us humans to such ruin, that his family 
should struggle so hard...” The man added this and sighed. It was a 
blunt explanation of the excitement inside. 

“Hm...mm...” 

“Hmm... ‘Play for dominion ’—even national borders are decided by 
games, huh?” 

The hooded girl and young man muttered their thoughts to each 
other. The girl impressed. The young man amused. 

“So, that’s how it is: it’s a free-for-all gambling tournament.” 

“.. .Free-for- all?” 

“Basically, any member of Immanity who wishes to stand for the 
crown may speak up and challenge his rivals to a game, by any 
means he sees fit. He who loses shall be stripped of his right, and he 
who stands left at the end shall be king.” 

—Well, well, these rules were easy enough to understand. Excellent. 
Still, the hooded young man asked doubtfully: “...Sounds pretty 
casual. Is that really going to work?” 

“It is, after all, a play for dominion under the Ten Covenants, which 
promise that each may wager whatever each agrees is of equal value, 
playing according to any rules—anyone may contest anyone at 
anything at any time.” 



...No, well, that’s not exactly what I meant.” 


As the hooded young man muttered suggestively, he peered once 
more into the tavern. “...No wonder she’s losing,” the girl muttered to 
him. 

“Yeah, no kidding.” 

As the two conversed, the young man drew a rectangular object 
from his pocket. He faced it toward the inside of the tavern and 
manipulated something, and there was a sound: snap. 

—And the middle-aged man grinned. 

“So, lad? Should you really be worrying about other people’s 
battles?” With that, the man opened his hand flat. “Full house. Sorry 
about that.” 

Sure of his victory and thinking of what would come after, the 
man’s lips curled in a filthy smile. 

—But the hooded youth replied as if never interested from the start, 
as if he’d just now remembered that he was playing a game of poker. 
“Huh? Ohh, yeah, sorry, that’s right.” 

As the youth carelessly opened his hand, the middle-aged man’s 
eyes opened wide. 

“A r -royal flush? 

The youth had been holding the strongest hand in the game 
without so much as a peep. The man stood up and shouted. 

“Y-you ...you think you can pull one over on me?!” 

“Whaa... Come on, don’t be rude... What basis do you have for 
saying that?” 

The youth blithely slid out his chair and stood up. The man pressed 
further. 



“The odds of a royal flush are one in 650,000! How could that 
happen?” 

“It just happened to be that one in 650,000 today. Bad luck, old 
man.” 

The youth slipped out the words and held out his hand. 

“Now, may I accept the promised wager?” 

“_Damn it!” 

Clucking, the man held out his purse, and then another pouch. 

“The Sixth of the Ten Covenants: ‘Wagers sworn by the Covenants 
are absolutely binding’— fine, good game.” 

“...Thanks...Pops.” 

As the hooded young man calmly left his chair, and the girl nodded 
her head and chased after him, the bearded man watched them go 
into the tavern, and an apparent friend of his approached him. 

“Ho, I was watching the whole time, but did you really bet 
everything you had on you?” 

“Aahh... Mercy me, how will I pay the bills...” 

“But, wait, back up. You bet the money you needed for your bills? 
What the hell kind of wager did your opponent make?” 

The fuzzy man sighed and answered with a look of disinterest. 

“That I could do whatever I wanted with them.” 

“Wha-” 

“I did think it sounded too good to be true...but they seemed 
unworldly, and I thought it might... What?” 



“No, I mean...which are you?” 

“—Come again?” 

“I mean ...a fruit or apedo ? Either one is...well...” 

“Wha—h-hey, wait!” 

“Oh, relax; I won’t tell your wife. Just buy me a meal!” 

“It’s—it’s not like that! And, anyway, I just lost all the money I had! 
And, to begin with—” 


“...Brother...that’s not fair.” 

“Huh? What’s your problem?” 

“...You intentionally...cheated, in such an obvious way.” 

—Yes, just as the man had said. A royal flush was a hand that could 
hardly ever happen. Laying out a hand like that was tantamount to 
declaring that you had cheated. But— “The Eighth of the Ten 
Covenants—‘If cheating is discovered in a game, it shall be counted as 
a loss-’” 

The young man mumbled the rules of this world he had just 
learned as if to confirm them. 

“—In other words, as long as it’s not discovered, you can cheat. 
Isn’t it great we confirmed this?” 

Suggesting that he was just trying it out as a casual experiment, he 
stretched. 

“Welp, now we’ve got some war funds.” 

“...Brother... Do you understand the money here?” 




“How am I supposed to understand it? But don’t worry; this is what 
your brother does best.” 

They talked so as not to be heard by the bearded man and his 
apparent friend. Then they entered the tavern-inn. 


Ignoring the table at the center where the crowd still hooted over the 
match, they approached the counter. The hooded young man dropped 
the pouch and purse with a thud on the counter and asked slowly: 
“So. Two people, one room, one bed is fine. How many nights can we 
stay?” 

A man who appeared to be the master. A glance. A moment’s 
hesitation, and then: “...That’ll be one night, with board.” 

But the hooded young man responded coyly— smiling, except with 
his eyes. 

“Aha-haa... Look here, Mister, we’ve been awake for five days, and 
we’re dead on our feet from walking way more than usual. We’re 
exhausted, you know? Can you just cut to the chase and tell us how 
many nights, really ?” 

“-What?” 


“I mean, if you want to try to swindle people you think are just 
bumpkins who don’t know the value of money here, that’s up to you, 
but let me just give you a tip—when you’re lying, you should watch 
the direction you look and the tone of your voice, okay?” 

—Sharpening his gaze to see through everything, the young man 
spoke with a smile. With a line of cold sweat and a cluck, the master 
answered: “Tsk. It’s two nights.” 

“And there you go again... Well, let’s split the difference and say ten 
nights with three meals.” 


“What! What difference are you splitting?! Fine—fine—three nights 
with board. It’s true!” 

“Oh, is that so? Then give us a discount and make it five nights 
with board.” 

“Wha-” 

“Come on, you can treat us with some of that money you’re 
embezzling as you rip off customers, right?” 

“Wha—wait—how—” 

“You’re the master of the tavern, not the inn, right ? I’ll be happy to 
rat you out.” 

The young man smiled wanly, but played dirty. The master strained 
his face and answered. 

“You’ve got an innocent face, but a dirty disposition, kid... Fine, 
four nights with three meals; how’s that?” 

“Great; it’s been a pleasure.” 

The young man smiled and took the room key. 

“You go up to the third floor, all the way back, and it’s on your left. 
Hff... What’s your name?” 

Looking in a sour mood, the master took out the register. The 
hooded young man answered. 

“Hmm... Just leave it blank.” 

Sora spun the key he’d received around his finger. He thumped his 
hand onto the back of his sister, who was watching the table where 
all the match excitement was happening. 

“Hey, I got four nights. Sing praises upon your brother and his— 
what’s up?” 



Shiro was staring at Stepha...whatever her name was, the redhead 
that the bearded man had been talking about. She was still suffering, 
and still showing it clearly on her face, so much so that it was hard to 
imagine she might still think she could win. 

“...That one’s—gonna lose.” 

“Well, yeah. So?” 

If she showed her emotions on her face so obviously, there was no 
way she could win regardless of her draw. Perhaps the bearded man 
was right when he suggested that the blood of the royal family was 
stupid. As Sora pondered this—he realized. 

“-Oh-” 

He realized the true meaning of his sister’s words and opened his 
mouth. 

“Aagh, I get it... That’s scary...” 

“...Mm.” 

Sora murmured and Shiro nodded, looking at the black-haired girl. 

“Now, that’s... This world’s cheats are amazing. I don’t wanna go 
up against that...” 

“...They put you to shame, brother...” 

Sora, apparently irked by these words, argued defensively. “Hng, 
don’t be stupid. It’s not how great your cheats are; it’s how you use 
them.” 

“...Brother, can you beat that?” 

“—Guess this really is a fantasy world... It doesn’t quite click; I 
mean, it kind of feels too natural... Maybe I really have played too 
many games?” 



Not bothering to answer his sister’s question, Sora was already 
walking up to the third floor. 

“.Dumb question...never mind.” 

This was Shiro’s apology. 

-That’s right: For “ ”, loss was inconceivable. 

And...on their way, as they passed Ste...what’s-her-name, the 
redhead, on a whim Sora whispered. “...Ma’am, you know you’re 
being hoodwinked, right?” 

“_Huh?” 

She was stunned. Her blue eyes went round, contrasting with her 
red hair. Having had their say, Sora and Shiro went up to the third 
floor, feeling the dumbfounded gaze of the girl on their backs...Even 
so, they left it at that, proceeding to their room without looking back. 


Turning the key, hearing the creaking of the shaky fittings, they 
looked beyond the opened door. The room inside—was a cheap¬ 
looking wooden room like ones they’d seen in Oblivion and Skyr*m. 
The floor squeaked with footsteps, and the room was small. In the 
corner was a sad excuse for a table with seating. Otherwise, there was 
a bed and a window. That summed up this most basic of interiors. 

They entered the room, locked the door, and finally took off their 
hoods. 

The young man in just a T-shirt with jeans and sneakers, with 
messy black hair—Sora. The small girl in a sailor suit with red eyes 
hidden by long, frizzy, pure white hair—Shiro. Throwing off the robe 
he’d borrowed so as not to stand out (his appearance being rather 
unfamiliar to this world), Sora flopped down on the lone bed as if 
deeply relieved. He took his phone out of his pocket—and put a check 





mark in his task scheduler. 


“Objective: Find lodging... Achieved.— That’s that. I can say it now, 
right?” 

“...Mm. I think so.” 

After checking the item off, he uttered from the very bottom his 
heart a single statement: “Aaaahh, so tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrred.” 

And how. He’d sworn he wouldn’t say it until that moment, but 
now that he’d said the words and the dam was broken, Sora’s 
grousing started flooding out unstoppably. 

“I can’t believe this shit! Not only did we actually have to go 
outside, we had to walk, like, forever!” 

Shiro followed his lead in finally taking off her robe, and she patted 
out the wrinkles on her sailor suit. She opened the window and looked 
out. From the open window, she could just see the cliff where they 
had been—far in the distance. 

“...People can accomplish great things, when they want to.” 

“Yeah, you can’t do anything if you don’t feel like it—that’s a great 
way of expressing our reality.” 

This was a rather negative interpretation—but his sister nodded in 
assent. 

“But, man, I totally thought my legs had atrophied by now. I’m 
surprised I could walk that far.” 

“...’Cause you were using mice with your feet?” 

“Ohh, yeah! It’s really true that skills are transferable!” 

“...Never thought they’d be...transferred, this way.” 

Their comedy routine seemed to be approaching its limits. Shiro’s 





eyes started to close more than halfway. The sister wobbled dizzily 
down onto the bed onto which Sora had collapsed. She didn’t express 
it on her face, but the pain of her fatigue was clear from her 
breathing. 

—Well, that was hardly surprising. She may have been a genius 
girl, but she was still a lass of only eleven. After five days without 
sleep, she’d played the chess match and gone on a lengthy forced 
march interrupted only by spots of unconsciousness—she’d traveled a 
distance even Sora found grueling (albeit on Sora’s back toward the 
end) without a word of complaint, and that much was worthy of 
wonder. For that reason itself, Sora had sworn to himself he wouldn’t 
complain until now. 

“Good job. You’re such a good little girl, my sister; your brother’s 
very proud of you.” 

He stroked her hair as if to comb it. 

“.Mm. We got a place...to sleep.” 

“Yeah, when we were attacked by those bandits, I really didn’t 
know what would happen.” 

Sora thought back to a few hours earlier. In other words...when 
they first found themselves stranded in this world. 


“—Well, then, what shall we do?” 

Sora spoke, and Shiro shook her head. They’d come back from their 
second spell of unconsciousness. Sora had shouted and ranted about 
the absurdity of life. Shiro had spaced fully out, sigh after sigh 
escaping her lips. Seeming to finally grow weaiy of this, they regained 
their composure in the midst of their fatigue. They moved away from 
the cliff and sat down beside a simple road that hadn’t even been 
paved. 



“...Brother, why here?” 

“You know, in RPGs, they always have these big roads? Where 
people pass by...” 

It was questionable how far his knowledge from games would 
apply. But anyway. 

“—So, this is where we check what we have.” 

Sora had a feeling that was always what they did in survival stories. 
With only that wisdom, they took out their items from their pockets 
one after another. What came out: Two smartphones (Sora’s and 
Shiro’s). Two DSP handheld game consoles. Two modular spare 
batteries, two solar chargers, two multicharger cables. And the tablet 
Shiro had ended up carrying along with her— ...It was a wealth of 
equipment not at all befitting castaways. However, it was all for 
games. They carried it with them at all times, in the bathroom, in the 
bath, such that even in a blackout they’d never be without games. 

Though truth be told, it was questionable whether this kind of 
wealth would help in a real survival scenario. 

“...I guess there wouldn’t be any signal in a fantasy world.” 

Sora looked at his phone. It said there was no service. 

—On the other hand, the backlight would serve as a flashlight at 
night, and it could take photos and videos. Maps obviously didn’t 
work, but he could use it as a compass. Feeling gratitude for the 
sophistication of modern phones, Sora spoke. 

“...All right, let’s turn off your phone and the tablet and charge 
them up with the solar charger while the sun is out. I have a bunch 
of e-books on the tablet I downloaded to study for quiz games; in the 
worst-case scenario, we might need a survival manual.” 


...Roger. 



She obediently turned them off and connected them to the solar 
charger. Shiro had learned from experience that it was best to follow 
her brother’s instructions when in an unforeseen situation. 

...So: It was possible to use the power of science (Sora’s phone) to 
find which way was north. But, still, it was just as if they had been 
cast out on the wide blue sea with no maps and only a compass. With 
the fruits of cutting-edge technology in hand, they sat on the wayside, 
lost in life. 

“-Hey?” 


There were a few people walking down the road. 

“Hey! Sweet! It’s time for my RPG experience to shine!” 

“...Brother, they look...weird.” 

And the group that had shown up suddenly picked up speed and 
spread to surround them. Their green garb, their shoes that looked 
easy to run in— “Oh, God, they’re bandits.” 

Sora looked up at the sky and said this without thinking. That the 
very first people they should encounter on the road should be Hello, 
we are bandits from a fantasy world. Just as if straight from a 
template, this mean-looking bunch—Sora was just about ready to 
curse the heavens in earnest. Feeling danger to their persons, Sora 
physically guarded Shiro. 

—But what the bandits said. 

“Heh-heh...If you want to pass—play a game with us.” 

.The siblings could only look at each other—but. 

“—Oh, yeah, that kid said that everything’s decided by games in 
this world.” 


'This is what bandits are like here?” 




They immediately got the picture: Compared to robbers in their 
own world ...this looked so heartwarming, so cute, even, that they 
couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What are you sniggerin’ about, you whelps! If you don’t play our 
game, you ain’t goin’ a step further!” the bandits shouted, not 
comprehending why they were being laughed at. Regardless, the 
siblings conspired with each other in voices just too low for the 
bandits to hear. 

“So, they gang up on one person, cheat, and take everything they 
have—yeah?” 

“.. .Sounds.. .perfect. ” 

Having talked it over, Sora clapped his hands twice. 

“Okay, that’s fine; we’ll play you. But I regret to inform you we 
haven’t got shit.” 

“Hrmm, no matter, lad; we’ll just—” 

But Sora went on, interrupting the bandit. 

“If we lose, do anything you want with us. Sell us off somewhere, 
whatever.” 

“-Huh?” 


The bandit squinted at this proposal stealing a march on what he 
was going to say. 

“In exchange, if we win—” 

With a spine-chilling smile across his face—the brother continued. 

“—show us the way to the nearest city! Oh, and give us the robes 
those two are wearing. I mean, you know how the people from 
another world always stand out with their weird clothes. Oh, and tell 
us all about this world’s game rules!” 



Showing the adaptability of his brain to all games, he rattled off 
requests as if he already knew he would win. 


Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Sora murmured. 

“Ten Covenants— hmm. Shiro, have you got them down?” 

“...Mm. Interesting...rules.” 

His sister answered drowsily as if about to fall asleep. Once they’d 
been soundly beaten, the bandits had explained the rules of this 
world. He took out his phone, where he had jotted them down, and 
read them over. 

The Ten Covenants—. Apparently they were absolute rules set by 
the God of this world. The sister had memorized them easily, it 
seemed, but what the brother had on his phone was this: 

1. In this world, all bodily injury, war, and plunder is forbidden. 

2. All conflicts shall be settled by victory and defeat in games. 

3. Games shall be played for wagers that each agrees are of equal 
value. 

4. Insofar as it does not conflict with “3,” any game or wager is 
permitted. 

5. The party challenged shall have the right to determine the 
game. 

6. Wagers sworn by the Covenants are absolutely binding. 

7. For conflicts between groups, an agent plenipotentiary shall be 
established. 

8. If cheating is discovered in a game, it shall be counted as a 
loss. 

9. The above shall be absolute and immutable rules, in the name 
of the God. 

“And Ten— ‘Let’s all have fun together’...” 


“It sounds like it’s ending with ‘The above’ at Nine, but then there’s 
Ten...” 

It seemed as if it were saying that having fun together was not 
mandatory. Or maybe it was something more like: Not that I think 
you bozos are capable of having fun together. These ironic “rules” 
recalled the face of the “God” or whatever, who looked like he was 
having fun, at least. 

“That kid who pulled us into this world—if that’s ‘God,’ He’s not a 
bad guy.” 

The brother put away his phone and smirked to himself. As he lay 
on the bed and thought...it seemed that the fatigue finally caught up 
to him, as his consciousness clouded and his thoughts began to 
diffuse. 

“...Guess it’s only natural when you think about it. After staying up 
for five days, suddenly there’s this...” 

Beside the mumbling brother, his sister held on to his arm, her 
breath already indicating that she was asleep. When she lay down 
and her bangs fell from her face, it revealed skin white as porcelain, a 
face composed like a work of art. It seemed like a bad joke that they 
were siblings. She was like a doll. 

“—I’m always telling you you should at least put on a blanket... 

You’ll catch a cold.” 

“...Mm.” 

To the brother who spoke to her, the sister asked for a blanket with 
her vacant response. He hesitated to put the dusty-smelling blanket 
over his sister, but it was probably better than nothing. Watching the 
sleeping face of his sister as he heard the sound of her breath, the 
brother thought: —Now, what are we gonna do after this... 



So Sora took out his phone and started fiddling with it. He looked to 
see if he had any apps that might be of use, and then it occurred to 
him: —In stories about people drifting between worlds, they always 
worry first about how to get home... 

—His parents were already gone. 

—His sister wasn’t accepted by society. 

—He himself could never accept society. 

—In that world, there was no place for him except in the screen. 

“...Hey. Why is it that, when the main character gets thrown into 
another world, they always try to go back to their own world?” 

Knowing she was asleep, he went and tossed out the question 
anyway, but, as expected, there was no answer. After their four nights 
here, what should they do next? He gave a shot at thinking about it— 
but, before he could reach a conclusion, sleep shut off his train of 
thought. 


—Knock, knock. The gentle knock at the door was enough to wake 
him—probably the jumpy nerves from arriving in this unfamiliar 
land. Shushing his body’s screaming that it needed more sleep, Sora’s 
brain spun up rapidly. 

“.Mnng...” 

—This did not, however, seem to apply to his sister. She was still 
clutching her brother’s right arm, deep in sleep, dripping drool. This 
comforted him like nothing else; every bit the enviable young girl in 
the midst of her dream. 

“That’s right; come to think of it, in this world, bodily injury and 
plunder are impossible...” 



In other words—the things they’d normally have to watch out for 
didn’t matter in this world. Perhaps grasping this—no, obviously he 
grasped it. Quickly adapting to this world, Sora smiled ruefully at the 
peaceful face of his sleeping sister. 

“I sure can’t beat you in brains...” 

— Knock , knock, knock. Hearing the gentle sound again, Sora 
answered. 

“Ah, right, yes, who is it?” 

“My name is Stephanie Dola. Regarding the matter you spoke to 
me about during the day...” 

...Ste-pha-nie... Oh. He took out his phone and checked the photo 
he had taken. The classy-looking girl with red hair and blue eyes. 
That’s right, at the tavern downstairs—the one who had been playing 
a game to be the new monarch or something. 

“Ahh. Right, I’m coming.” 

“...Mng...” 

“—Sister, your love makes me delighted to be a brother, but let go of 
my arm; I can’t open the door.” 

“...?... What...?” 

His sister, still looking more than half asleep, finally let go of his 
arm. Sora peeled his heavy body off the bed, squeaked across the 
wood floor, and opened the door. The expression he saw on the other 
side was quite different from the one in the photo on his phone—the 
Stephanie standing there before him looked crushed. 

“-May I enter?” 

“Uh, sure, c’mon in.” 


Going with the flow, he decided to let Stephanie into the room. He 




offered her the little table and chair in the corner of the cramped 
room. Sora then sat on the bed with his sister, who was sitting there 
swaying to and fro, still not quite awake. Stephanie was the one who 
spoke first. 

“...What is the meaning of this?” 

“—Of...? Oh, just to make it clear, we’re siblings, all right? It’s not 
like-” 

“...Geh... Brother rejected mee...” 





Correction—His sister wasn’t half asleep, she was 80 percent asleep, 
and she was leaning into his back. He didn’t know what the manners 
were like in this world, but he defended himself just in case. 

“Uhh, no I didn’t. Anyway, I’m Sora. I’ve never had a girlfriend in 
my life, and I’m looking!” 

“...That is of no concern to me!” 

However, seeming to lack the drive to engage the matter, Stephanie 
continued weakly. 

“What concerns me is what happened during the day.” 

Day—day. What was she talking about? To begin with, what time 
was it? He didn’t see any sunlight from the window, but—. Glancing 
at his phone, he saw that four hours had gone by since he’d gone to 
sleep—no wonder he was tired. 

“During the day, you told me as you passed by, ‘You’re being 
hoodwinked.’” 

While making sleepy noises, the sister still perhaps had heard them, 
for she said with her eyes closed: “...So...you lost?” 

The sister’s attitude seemed to strike a nerve. 

“Why, yes... Yes, I lost! Now everything is over!” 

As Stephanie stood up and cried out, Sora covered his ears. 

“Uh, I’m sleep-deprived and you’re giving me a headache, so, if you 
could please not shout so much...” 

Stephanie slammed her bag onto the table in a blind rage, 
apparently having no ears for Sora’s modest request. Her shriek rose 
further. 

“If you knew she was cheating, then couldn’t you at least have told 



me how she did it? If I showed everyone, I could have won!” 


Remembering the notes he was looking through on his phone 
before sleeping, Sora said: “Hmm... The Eighth of the Ten Covenants: 
‘If cheating is discovered in a game, it shall be counted as a loss.’ That 
one.” 

So just knowing that they were cheating wasn’t enough. 
“Discovered”—it meant you had to prove they were cheating for it to 
count as a loss. 

“And now I’ve lost! Thanks to you, I’ve been eliminated from the 
running for the monarch!” 

“...In...other words...” Shiro gurgled out a sleepy comment, “...you 
lost...so you’re pissed, and you’re taking it out on...us?” 

The words showed no intent to cushion their meaning, and 
Stephanie ground her teeth at their accuracy. 

“Oh, Sister. If we’re going to throw gas on the fire, let’s not pretend 
to be asleep while we do it.” 

“...Hmph... What, how’d you know.” 

“Come on, I know you woke up when I said I’m looking for a 
girlfriend...We already don’t have anyone on our side in this place, 
you know; we gotta, like, be nice—” 

—But. Sora, having said that much, suddenly got an idea. Sensing 
something in the change in her brother’s expression, Shiro spoke no 
more. Meanwhile, as if he’d had a change of personality, Sora’s 
mouth twisted in a grin: “—Well, my sister is right, after all. It’s no 
wonder the human race is failing.” 

“...What did you say?” 

Stephanie pulled the corners of her mouth taut. But Sora ignored 
her and intentionally cast his gaze crassly over her body. A frill- 



covered puff of a dress befitting a princess in a fantasy world was not 
enough to hide her voluptuous figure as his eyes almost licked over it. 
Choosing exactly the words best suited to infuriate her —he said: 
“You couldn’t even see through cheating like that, and now you’re 
taking it out on us...and then showing your anger on your face when 
a little kid calls you out on it—you’re such a stooge. If this is the old 
king’s bloodline, no wonder you’re failing.” 


Sora looked at her with the kind of eyes used to pity an animal of low 
intelligence. Stephanie’s eyes opened wide, and then she glared with 
an expression trembling in anger. 

“.Take it...back.” 

“Take it back? Ha-ha, what for?” 

“Say what you will about me—but I cannot allow you to mock my 
grandfather!” 

Stephanie looked as if about to eat him alive, but Sora just grinned 
back, even waving his hand. 

“You couldn’t see her cheating because you were on the defensive— 
people like you who want to win as safely as they can without taking 
any risks are too busy protecting themselves to actually see what the 
other player is doing.” 

Chuckling contemptuously, he let fly. 

“Simpleminded, short fuse, no emotional control, conservative. 
Honestly speaking, you never had a chance.” 

“—If you’d just shut up and listen to me—!!” 

Stephanie got up from her chair looking as if about to grab him, but 
Sora interrupted. 



Then let’s play a game.” 
'...Uh, um, wha?” 


Taken aback. But with unconcealed suspicion, Stephanie listened to 
Sora’s words. 

“What, you don’t have to think too hard about it. Just rock-paper- 
scissors. You know it? Rock-paper-scissors.” 

“Rock—? I, uh...well, certainly.” 

“Great, I’m glad to hear you have it in this world, too. So, we’ll play 
that. But—” 

He lifted a finger. Slowly and carefully, Sora explained: 

“Not ordinary rock-paper-scissors—you ready? I’m only going to 
throw paper.” 

“-What?” 


“If I throw anything else, I lose... But, if I throw something else 
that beats you, you lose, too, so it’s a draw—and, of course, if I throw 
anything else and you have the same thing, then I lose.” 


If he throws anything other than paper, he loses? Not 
comprehending what this man was saying, Stephanie raised her 
guard still further. 

“—And what is the wager?” 

Sora grinned as if to say— Glad we could get straight to the point. 

“If you win, I’ll do anything and everything you ask. I can explain 
to you the reason you lost, the truth about the cheating...and if you 
tell me to die for having insulted your idiotic gramps, then that’s 
that.” 



.You little...!” 


“—And! If I win. You have to do anything and everything I ask.” 

Sora’s face was jovial but colder than ice as it stretched into an 
unsettling smile. Crudely, repulsively, and—mercilessly, even, he 
continued: “I’m putting my life on the line here—surely you don’t 
mind staking your chastity and such?” 

Stephanie felt the blood that had boiled up to her head draw back 
with a chill. This did, however, cool her head, and, carefully—she 
asked: “—What if...we draw?” 

“I’ll just give you a hint about the cheating...and, in return...” 

Sora made a sudden reversal, smiling while scratching his head 
bashfully. 

“Perhaps you can grant me just one little favor. We should be able 
to get by for a few days with what we’ve got—but, to tell you the 
truth, after our four nights here, we won’t have any food or place to 
stay. We were already worrying about what to do next...” 

“—In other words, you want me to provide you with 
accommodation?” 

Sora responded to Stephanie’s words with a bubbly smile. 

—Was that all? Apparently this guy just wanted to freeload for a 
while. 

“What do you saaay? Y ou backing out?” 


“Well, it’s true that even if you learn about her cheating now, it’s 
not like you’ll get to be queen anymore. I can see you love to play 
defensively, and there’s no real need for you to take such a risk, so 
you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 





An all-too-blatant provocation. It was too easy to see through—but 
Stephanie decided to go along with it regardless. 


“...Very well, Sir, I shall take you up on your challenge— Aschentel” 

—This word was an oath signifying a game under the Ten 
Covenants. An oath to the God that one was ready and willing to 
follow the Ten Covenants—in a gamble that was absolutely binding. 

“Okay, then I’m down.. Aschente.” 

Sora made his oath, accompanied by a grin—and a comment that 
obscured his true purpose. Stephanie, however, was already furiously 
churning through thoughts in her head. 

—He’s only going to throw paper? Does he think that if he says that 
I’m just going to obediently throw scissors? Looking at the conditions 
he proposed—his intention is obvious. He’s playing for a draw— that’s 
the only way to look at it. This man just wants a place to stay— and 
he doesn’t even actually know how she cheated. Surely that was the 
truth. If he loses if he doesn’t throw paper, then the possible outcomes 
for each of my choices are—Rock: two wins to one loss. Scissors: two 
wins to one draw. Paper: one win to two draws. After he declared that 
he’d only throw paper. If I were just going to throw scissors, he’d 
throw rock. He must be thinking of laughing at me, Yep, just as I 
planned; props for innocence, moron. That said, if I throw paper—I 
won’t lose no matter what. It will almost certainly be a draw, which 
is just what he wants. 

—This cur thinks there’s no way I’ll throw rock—. Because it’s the 
only way I could lose ! 

—Playing me for a fool—! Whether I throw rock or scissors, my 
odds of winning are two to one. I won’t let him have his way—I won’t 
let him have his draw!...Stephanie stared daggers through Sora. 

66 

—But after glaring at Sora’s face, she swallowed. Truly he was a 



base and contemptible fellow—but that wasn’t why. It was his cold, 
thin smile, that of a man who calmly knew he was going to win. 
Seeing Sora’s expression—once again her risen blood dropped as if 
splashed with cold water. 

—No, calm down; think objectively. Stephanie admonished herself 
and circled her thoughts once more. He’d called her a stooge, 
emotional, simpleminded—should she allow herself to be provoked by 
this to prove his point? As she admonished herself thus, Stephanie 
realized something. 

—Of course. It’s so obvious. This man—this rogue—has no choice 
but to throw paper as he declared! There is no other way he can win. 
Which means—no matter what I throw, he can only throw paper as 
he declared...If he wins, then lucky him, and, if he draws, it’s just as 
he planned— that’s how it is! Because he can lose—no matter what he 
throws! 

“Well, you about ready yet?” 

Sora was smiling as if he had already won—but. 

“I only await you. Are you prepared to uphold the Covenants?” 

Stephanie answered with the same surety of victory. I can see your 
hand already—cry out in defeat! 

“Okay, then let’s go; yeah, rock, paper—” 

—scissors. Was what Stephanie threw. But her eyes. 

“Wha_” 


-Opened wide at Sora’s rock. 

“Wha-wha—how could...That wasn’t...” 

“I give you points for not letting yourself be baited and going 
straight for the rock—but that’s not enough.” 




Wiping his silly grin off his face with ruthless composure Sora 
calmly adjusted his position on the bed and spoke for Stephanie’s 
inner thoughts. 

“You were being baited, about to throw rock, the only way you 
could lose.” 


“—But then my expression made you calm down and realize that I 
had no way to win except by throwing paper.” 

“-Wha-...” 

He’d seen through her—wait, so his expression...had been just 
acting ?! 

“So, that much is fine...but, if you wanted to beat me, you should 
have thrown paper... Then you would have destroyed my one chance 
to win, and had twice as much chance of beating me.” 

—He’d seen through everything—no, led everything. 

“Ngh—!” 


Stephanie bit her lip, folded her knees, and put her hands on the 
floor. He’d known how she’d calm down—and that on top of that, 
she’d go for the win. 

—So this was it. This was the reason Stephanie had lost earlier that 
day. That seemed to be what he was saying. But he went on. 

“Plus, this whole game is stacked for me to win in the first place.” 

“I know. You wanted to draw. Fine, I’ll give you a place—” 

Downcast, Stephanie threw this answer back at him—but. 

“Yeah, that. That’s the thing.— That’s not what I said, you know?” 




Excuse me?” 


“Think back good and carefully. This is what I said, yeah?” 

—Perhaps you can grant me just one little favor. We should be able 
to get by for a few days with what we’ve got—but, to tell you the 
truth, after our four nights here, we won’t have any food or place to 
say. We were already worrying about what to do next... 

“Okay, here’s the question! Did I—say what the little favor was?” 

“ .What?!” protested Stephanie fiercely, bolting to her feet in 

a panic. 

“But—but I asked you, you want a place, right?\” 

“Yeah, that’s the thing...I never said yes.” 

Stephanie revved her brain full throttle to play back what had 
happened just moments before. No place to stay, food, what to do 
next...these words were just decoration. Sora—this guy—had just 
smiled. 

—And the one who had assumed it meant he wanted to freeload 
was none other than— “Aaaghh.” 

“Now you see! So listen to my little favor request good and 
carefully!” 

With the broadest grin, he pointed at Stephanie with a bang. 

“Fall in love with me!” 


.There was a long silence. The one who broke it was the one who 

had been silently watching the scene play out: Shiro. 






Uhh, Brother?” 


“Heh-heh-heh, what is it, my sister? Are you speechless in awe of 
your brother’s perfect plan?” 

His sister didn’t seem to get it, but Sora went on, drunk on the 
brilliance of his request. The Sixth of the Ten Covenants—‘Wagers 
sworn by the Covenants are absolutely binding .’ And, according to 
the Ninth—they were enforced by the power of the God so as to be 
impossible to break. Which would mean, of course, that this was 
regardless of the individual’s will ! But—. 

“...Um... What do you mean...? 

Said the sister, still confused. Next it was Sora who looked at her 
incredulously. 

“Oh, my, how unlike you, my little imouto.” 

(He liked to throw in foreign words for effect.) 

“It’s about the bonds of love, you know? If she’s bound by the 
natural laws of this world to uphold the Covenants, we can expect her 
to fall at my feet, right? Which means we’ve got our place, we’ve got 
money, and even personnel. Three birds with one stone!” 

Sora seemed to be asking: You’re so smart, why can’t you 
understand that? But Shiro mumbled: “...Why not...‘Be my 
possession’?” 

“_Hm?” 

“...Could’ve got everything.” 

“—Uh, hmm, let’s see.” 

Sora experienced a moment of disorder. And then he sent his 
thoughts moving at high speed. If, as his sister suggested, he had 
commanded ‘Be my possession,’ then his possession’s possessions 



would all be his automatically— “Uh, that’s funny? It does sound like 
that would be...uh.” 

Why hadn’t he thought of it—? She was right. Why was it that 
when Sora was the one who specialized in this kind of thing, when he 
was the one who had the ability and the record to back it up, did he 
_? 


“.Brother, your personal feelings?” 

“_Oh...” 

Sora looked at at his sister’s cold eyes, which were half-shut and 
probably not just from sleepiness. 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas 

He grabbed his head and shrieked. 

“It—it can’t be...could it be?! Can it be that my contemptible fear 
that if I miss this chance I’ll never have a girlfriend for the rest of my 
life clouded my judgment in the moment when it mattered most?! ki¬ 
no...It can’t—H-how could I make such a—” 

Inconceivable. That he himself, the key strategist of “ ”, could make 
make such a blunder—it made Sora dizzy. With a sulk in her voice, 
Shiro continued, even colder. 

“...Brother, you said you didn’t need a girlfriend... You said...I...was 
enough.” 

“I was trying to be cool! I’m sooorrrrrryyyyyyyyy!” 

Sora got down on his hands and knees and bowed his head before 
his sister, who pouted on the bed. 

“Be-because, you know, I can’t fool around with my sister! And, 
anyway, you’re eleven years old! The police would come take me 
away! Your brother’s in that time of his life, you know! I’m a young 




man and I’ve got...” 

The brother filled the air with a barrage of excuses. The sister 
looked at him unmoved. Meanwhile... 


Stephanie herself—the one of whom the demand had been made- 
now ignored, looked down and trembled. 

Indeed, just as Sora had foreseen, the Covenants could not be 
refused. They were the absolute law of the world. So—her face 
became hot and her heartbeat wouldn’t stop. Her chest was 
constricted by Sora as he now ignored her and bantered with his 
sister. 

—Even if it was the law of this world. It couldn’t be. Not for this 
guy. Not for this asshole. 

—She couldn’t be— “jealous”'. 

“You really think I’m going along with this?” 

“Whoa! Holy shit!” 

From her enraged trembling, Stephanie finally burst out and stood 
up. Glaring keenly at Sora from the stance of resolutely rejecting the 
feeling that had been planted in her against her will—yet. 

“-Ng, nghh!” 

As soon as they made eye contact, her heart skipped a beat, and her 
face got even hotter. 

“Wh-wh-whawhawhat part of that is a ‘little favor’? Wh-what do 
you think it means to play with a young girl’s heart?!” 

While shouting with her eyes averted in a desperate attempt to 
cover it up. As energetically as she had gotten up, her momentum 
was flagging. 



Oh, uh... You see, it’s...like...” 


Sora scratched his cheek, his gaze floating around awkwardly. 
Though this was just what he’d originally planned, his tremendous 
oversight had spoiled the mood, and so he contemplated his options. 

“Uh, hey, Shiro, what should we do?” 

“...Don’t ask me...” 

“Ngg, ghh...” 

He piteously begged his sister for help and was coldly dismissed. 

“Ahh!—Ahem!” 

Well then— Sora resigned himself to the situation and cleared his 
throat. 

He’d decided to pretend he hadn’t made a mistake. 

The defiance made Sora feel more comfortable. He smiled 
frivolously. 

“Everyone has their own standards for what’s little. You have a 
snack and someone says, can I have a bite of that? and then they eat 
the whole thing and say it was one bite.” 

Falling back into his groove, Sora returned to spewing such lines. 

“That’s...that’s fraud!” 

However, it was of little interest to Stephanie as she argued back. 

—Just hearing Sora’s voice tickled her. It was a struggle. She’d 
really have liked him to stop talking, yet she couldn’t get enough of 
hearing his voice. She held it back with the excuse of getting an 
explanation and continued arguing. Oblivious to Stephanie’s girlish 
dilemma, Sora (eighteen years old, virgin) was calm. He pointed as if 
to show a student her error. 



“Yes, that’s just it. You got distracted by the rules of the game and 
forgot about the premises. That’s no good, you know, overlooking 
overly vague statements like that... Even considering that I 
intentionally made them hard to see by intimidatingly emphasizing 
the conditions of victory and defeat, still, you know?” 

—In short, what he was aiming for in this game was a draw. That 
much Stephanie was right about all along. But that wouldn’t get her 
there. The thing was that, whether it was a draw or a victory—the 
risk to Stephanie was the same. That was the true essence of this 
game—in other words— “You, you—swindler!” 

That’s right. It was a swindle. It was quite reasonable that 
Stephanie would want to yell this at him—but. 

“Whaat, how could you say such a thing? It’s your fault for falling 
for it.” 

“Th-that’s exactly what a swindler would say!” 

Hearing Stephanie’s argument as it dragged on, Shiro came out 
from her sulking to finally butt in. 

“...Third of the...Ten Covenants... Games...are played for wagers... 
that each agrees are of equal...value.” 

Glad to find Shiro finally back on his side, Sora continued. 

“That’s right! The key word is ‘agrees.’ Likewise, look at the Fourth: 
‘Insofar as it does not conflict with Three, any game or wager is 
permitted.’ Which means?” 

Squirming and lifting a finger, Shiro answered. 

“...Life, rights—these, too, can be bet...” 

“Indubitably, ’tis so! So by the time you’re making the wagers, the 
game’s already started.” 



They made it out to be an explanation to Stephanie, but really it 
was just more sibling banter. But then, Shiro: “...But, you didn’t have 
to bet ...feelings.” 

“As a matter of fact! This was unavoidable as a way of testing that 
personal volition does not play a part—” 

“.Brother.” 

“I’m sorry.” It seemed that pretending he hadn’t made a mistake 
didn’t work on his sister. 

“B-but! How dare you—” 

How dare he become her first love by such fraud? It was probably 
cruel to blame Stephanie, who was still trying to argue with tears in 
her eyes. But: “...The Sixth of the Ten Covenants... ‘Wagers sworn by 
the Covenants are absolutely binding’...” 

The eleven-year-old girl—with pity in her eyes, quietly but 
accurately hit the mark. 

“...Forgetting...the meaning and weight of that, and taking his 
bait...was your mistake.” 

—That’s right: to begin with, according to the Ten Covenants...Five. 
“The party challenged shall have the right to determine the game.” 
Stephanie had the right to reject the game or change the rules. Those 
rights had been disregarded to start the game by one person and one 
person alone— “-Ngghh...” 

—Stephanie herself. 

As if she had run out of things to say, Stephanie dropped down and 
sat on the floor. In fact, the covenant had been made—Stephanie was 
feeling its effects already. This was proof that the world recognized 
the validity of the contest. No matter what Stephanie said, she had 
lost, and the wager would be upheld. 




“So, uh, I’ll take it that you’ve understood, Stephanie?” 
“-Rgh ...You-!” 


You bastard! was what she wanted to scream. 

—Her feelings wouldn’t let her. What was more, hearing her name 
called sent a rush of sweet emotion— “...Nnnmggh, what iiiiiis this?” 

—She bubbled into anger, which caused her to sink down to her 
knees and elbows and pound her head against the floor. 

“Whoa—are—are you okay?!” 

“Do I look okay?!” 

As Stephanie swung a glare at Sora with her red and swollen 
forehead, he faltered, but pressed on. 

“No, not really. B-but it was me who won the wager, so—I’ll 
proceed to what I want, okay?” 

What he wanted-Right, his goal wasn’t to have her fall in love 

with him per se. Now she remembered: It was to have her fall at his 
feet. 

But—wait, thought Stephanie. His request was for her to fall in love 
with him. Not to follow his orders. That meant Stephanie had no 
obligation to accept any further demands from him. 

“Heh...heh-heh-heh, and you thought you’d trapped me...” 

That made things simpler. No matter what he asked, all she had to 
do was shoot back, No. That took care of everything! 

“Okay, first of all, ‘Stephanie’ is too long, so can I call you ‘Steph’ 
for short?” 


Huh? Uh, sure, I don’t mind!- Hh!” 




—“Steph” nodded happily at having her name shortened. Her 
decision made seconds earlier that she wouldn’t accept any more 
demands was nowhere to be found. There was only a maiden, her 
cheeks flushing in joy at being given a nickname by her beloved— 
“No, it’s not—I-I don’t care what you c-call me! Yes, that’s right, 
certainly! I still don’t have to accept any requests you make after 
that.” 

Choosing to force an explanation to herself, Steph still didn’t realize 
that all she had to do was run out of this room immediately . Which 
meant—unconsciously, she’d decided she wanted to be here by Sora’s 
side... 

“Right, then you can call me Sora. So, Steph. You’re part of the 
royal family, right?” 

—There it was. Indeed, if his goal was for her to fall at his feet: 
money, housing, food. He’d ask for things like that. However, there 
was nothing forcing Steph to answer these demands. Steph snickered 
inwardly. Sora would come asking, and she’d just say straight out, “I 
refuse!” That swindler would realize his blunder—what a sight his 
face would be. Holding that line ready, Steph waited for Sora’s 
demand. 

“Then you must have a big house. Can we live there together for a 
while?” 

“-Oh, yes, of course. V” 


What? 

“Uh, what? I, what?” 

Steph entered a state of confusion at her own remarks. But she 
considered her face, which was heating up enough to give her a 
nosebleed. Sora’s words: “Can we live there together?”— In short, he 
meant, well, living together. He meant sharing a roof... cohabitating. 




Which meant always being together. Which meant...sharing a bed, a 
bath— “Ah, ah, aaaaaaaaah, no, no, it’s not like that!” 

As Steph bashed her head against the wooden wall, Sora inquired 
sheepishly, his face pale. “Uh, um, you’re, like, wow, I don’t... It’s not 
okay, then?” 

“Of course it’s okay !—Aahhh... There’s no use...” Steph looked at 
the ceiling with a humorless smile. 

—Indeed, Sora had made a spectacular mistake. A request with no 
contractual force. But Sora (who had never had a girlfriend in his life) 
and Steph (who had just been forced to experience her first love)... 

...had treated the fact that history had seen nations fall over a single 
love much too lightly. 


“Heh, heh-heh... I...don’t care anymore; you can do whatever you 
want with me...” 

Steph groveled, weeping, on the floor. Sora’s request may not have 
had any contractual force, but it was too late for her to do anything 
about it. Finally realizing this, Steph could only say this with empty 
eyes, with half a smile. 

“—Do you have any other requests? Heh-heh, just tell me your 
damned wish.” 

But having come this far, it must be said that Steph’s forethought 
was insufficient. She had not contemplated the most logical request to 
follow “Fall in love with me.” 

“Uh, well, I guess...” 

Sora glanced at Shiro. Steph had no way of knowing what that 
glance meant. But Shiro nodded. 


“...It’s okay... I would feel sorry for you...if you had to wait, until I 
was...eighteen.” 

“Can you not talk about feeling sorry for me? Also, you know your 
brother’s not going to mess around with his sister.” 

“...That’s why.” 

Shiro stuck her thumb between her index and middle fingers 
without expression. 

“...Brother, grats on losing your virginity.” 

“_Wha—” 

—Y es. Perhaps she’d been raised too well, or perhaps her 
imagination just wasn’t powerful enough, but the obvious idea that 
he would seek her body once more lit the eyes of Steph, who had 
surrendered entirely. 

“Wha-whawha-what? Y-y-you never said anything about...! Y-y- 
you’ve got to set up the mood for these things, do it in the right place 
at—uh? Huh?” 

But where the light returned was not the fear of her chastity being 
threatened—but the anticipation of it—and as soon as Steph realized 
as much, she went back to trying to dig a hole in the wall with her 
head. Sora, showing no signs of recognizing the subtleties of Steph’s 
heart in these distressing matters, spoke plainly. 

“No. We can’t have any R-18 scenes until you’re eighteen, Shiro.” 

“-Eh?” 

Steph mumbled. But, of course, no one paid attention to her. 

“...I don’t mind.” 

“Well, your brother does! Pornography is bad for kids. It’s 
absolutely unacceptable!” 



“...I thought you just told her to fall in love...because you don’t like 
the sick and twisted genre...” 

“Um, excuse me, why is it you know all about your brother’s sexual 
proclivities?” 

“...You’ve got...all your game boxes in the room...they’re 
everywhere...” 

Steph had no idea what they were talking about, but she could 
certainly recognize when she was being ignored. 

—And that, for some reason, they were assuming that the sister 
would have to be there. 

“-Um, couldn’t you just have your sister leave the room?” 

“Hm? I’m glad to hear you’re looking forward to it, but there are 
certain reasons that’s not going to work.” 

“—That’s not—! That’s not what I meant, stupid! Don’t be crazy!” 

Disregarding the red-faced Steph, like scholars who had hit upon a 
major problem and were searching for a solution, the pair folded their 
arms and pondered, which finally sparked an apparent realization. 

“...In that case,” Shiro explicated the merciless solution. “...You 
can ...push the envelope.” 

“Ohh, that’s it! That’s my sister, the genius girl!” 

“.Huh?” 

Sora was doting on his sister, and the sister seemed to be enjoying 
it. And—somehow. They seemed to have “found a way for things to 
go there” with the sister present. Steph tensed. 

“—But how far can we go, I wonder?” 


...Brother, you’re the expert on that...” 




“That —if that’s a reference to manga and games, I should point out 
that things don’t work the same way in real life, my dearest little 
sister.” 

“You don’t...know what to do...because you’re a virgin?” 

As Sora showed his appreciation for her appropriate but 
unnecessary translation, Shiro waved her smartphone. 

“I’ll record it with my cam era...and tell you what to do.” 

“Hm. Setting the idea of telling me what to do aside for a moment, 
why do you need to record it, my little sister?” 

“...Brother, you don’t want...pron?” 

“Hmm. I am puzzled by my sister’s unusual consideration but shall 
gratefully accept it.” 

With complex feelings, Sora turned back to Steph. Steph, 
meanwhile, just stared, not knowing what the smartphone was. Shiro 
started recording video and gave her first direction. 

“Take one. He trips, and he falls down...like...?” 

“Oh —that scene. But...how am I supposed to fall down in this—” 

As Sora looked around for something to “trip” on, Shiro crept up 
—“...Hmp.”—And kicked him lightly. 

“Whoa—I get it! ( Monotone ) Ooops, I’m faalliing.” 

“_Eh?” 

With acting that wouldn’t even qualify as third-rate, Sora fell 
unnaturally onto Steph. When they landed, his hands were placed— 
—of course, right on her breasts. He could have ordered Steph to 
interpret the situation as a mere “cliche”—but that would have been 
abusive, obviously. 



“...Take two...Breast fondling due to an act of God...” 

“Uh...How is it an act of God if I’m...” 

“...Okay, never mind...” 

“No, let’s do it, Director. I’ll do my best!- Hi-yah!” 

Squish, squish. Squoosh, squoosh. Squish, squish. Squoosh, 
squoosh. Foomp, foomp. Boink, boink, boink, boink. Foomp, foomp. 
Boink, boink, boink, boink. Jiggle, jiggle. Bounce, bounce. 
Bwwwwooooing. 

“Whoa...” 

Sora could only think of an interjection to describe the feeling that 
was just as rich as he expected. Meanwhile, Steph was dumbfounded, 
with her eyes open wide. Her comprehension could not keep up with 
the situation—at least, that was certainly a factor. More importantly, 
the sensation of his hands on her gave her a feeling that somehow 
melted her thoughts. 





—0...h! 


A moan escaped Steph’s lips, but, fortunately, perhaps because she 
covered it, the two didn’t hear it. 

“-Hm-hmmgh... Th-three-D girls are actually not bad...Uh— 
excuse me, Director. Is this still going to be rated All Ages?” 

“Sure...but, Brother...you’re overdoing it.” 

Shiro knit her brows slightly, looking down at her own flat chest. 

“Oh—that’s true. The breast fondling is purely an accident, so it 
would be better to limit it to three panels or so-so, uh, what shah we 
do next, Director?” 

“...Take three. The ensuing breast slip.” 

“Wait, is that okay?” 

Sora objected without thinking, but Director Shiro answered 
seriously and decisively. 

“...By J*mp standards, even full frontal nudity...is nothing.” 

“Wait, no, she can’t be naked! In real life, there are nipples, you 
know?” 

“...Well, that’s...added in the trade paperbacks...” 

“Director, this is real life. This is happening in real life. We can’t 
white them out or redraw them.” 

“.. .Then.. .underwear?” 

“Well, sure—but I’m not sure how her clothes could come off in this 
situation.” 

Sora and Shiro felt the pain of the disparity between the real world 



and fiction. 


“...Brother, what if...we were talking, about the bottom.” 

“Oh, I see, a flash from a skirt flip! You’re right, Director, that’s 
totally okay for all ages!” 

Then, as Sora reached to flip Steph’s skirt, a spark lit up Steph’s 
melted brain. 

—Skirt...flip? Underwear—Are they talking about seeing my 
panties ? 

—No, that’s not okay. My top is okay. Well, not really, but. Steph 
was warned not by her barely remaining reason, but by her instincts: 
The bottom is not okay. Not okay. Definitely not okay. At the very 
least, not okay right now. It was—Well, how best to put it? 

—It might have been a planted emotion. But, being pushed down 
and breast-fondled by the one she loved, there were certain 
physiological changes that inevitably happened. 

“—Eep—Aaaaaaah?!” 

This instinct thrust Steph’s frazzled brain into action. Quickly, she 
swept away the arm Sora was touching her with and pushed him 
away. 

“Whoa!” 

Since Sora had crouched to flip her skirt, one push from a woman 
was enough to throw him off balance. He stood up in a struggle not 
to fall over, but it only made things worse. The distance he was falling 
lengthened, and he was forced to take a few steps back. 

—Which brought him to the door. The single light push from Steph 
carried him until—. Gonk. A dull noise. 


Oww!” 



Sora raised his voice upon hitting his head. 

—But that wasn’t the end of it. 

—Ah, low-cost lodging. The impact flicked open the cheap door 
fitting, and Sora fell straight into the hall. 

“...Brother!” 

“—Huh—hey, what—!” 

And, so as to close off the voices of the two concerned about Sora. 
Creeeee...went the cheap metal— Wham. From the recoil of its 
opening the door swung quietly closed. 


For a moment, Steph was stunned, not understanding what had 
just happened. But then, realizing that her one push had thrust Sora 
out into to the hall of the inn. 

“-Hh! So-Sora?!” 

She called his name for the first time as she hurried to her feet. 

There was a sensation of tightness in her chest, and a powerful 
feeling of unease. She decided to assume it was just concern that she 
might have hurt someone with her actions. As for the possibility that 
it was worry that he might not like her anymore—that, she flatly 
refused to accept. While thus reassuring herself, she rushed to open 
the door and flew out into the hall. 

There, in the corner of the hall, Sora was clutching his head and 
shaking. 


'Wha_! 





She didn’t think she had pushed him hard enough that he’d fall all 
the way over there. But there he was, in the corner of the hall. 

“So-Sora?! A-are you okay?” 

He was clutching his head. He had hit his head hard against the 
door, but it couldn’t be—Steph paled. But— “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m 
sorry forgive me forgive me please forgive me—” 

—It seemed it wasn’t because he’d hit his head. Still, Sora was just 
crouching and apologizing over and over. 

“-Pardon?” 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I mean I thought if I missed this chance I’d 
never have a chance to touch a boob my whole life I mean I’m a guy 
and I do want a girlfriend and I do have dirty thoughts and no really 
I get it so please don’t look at me with those disdainful eyes yes I’m 
awful yes I’m a pervert yes I know I’m sorry I’m so sorry—” 

—After cheating her and sexually harassing her, standing 
unashamed throughout, now Sora shook like a newborn lamb as he 
apologized. 

“...Wh-what’s this about?” 

Steph had no idea what was going on. She peeked back into the 
room, thinking she could ask his sister, Shiro, for an explanation. 

“.Brother...Brooother... Where arrre you... Don’t, leave me, a... 

looone...” 

—Shiro, on the bed, was just like her brother: crouching with her 
knees in her arms, trembling visibly, dropping tears without 
expression. 

“-Wh-what’s going on with these two?” 


By now, Steph had forgotten all about having had her breasts 





grabbed, and all she could do was stare. 


Yes, this was “ Sora and Shiro. The “two-in-one” player. It wasn’t 
just about having different skills. If they were separated too far—in 
other words. It was because one was so socially phobic she couldn’t 

even communicate -and the other was so socially maladjusted that 

he was beyond hope. 

“...Brother...Brother, where arrre you...” 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m soriy...” 

Are things making sense now? A loser. A shut-in. The two siblings, 
separated by seven years, could only be in the same place at home—. 
This—explained everything. 




CHAPTER 2 

CHALLENGER 

In the Kingdom of Elkia, the capital, Elkia—specifically, Block 3 of the 
Western District. The siblings had checked out of the inn, where they 
had more or less blackmailed the innkeeper into letting them stay 
several nights, without staying a single one. Now they greeted a new 
morn at Stephanie Dola’s house. Or to be more precise—at the bath. 

“...Brother, please, explain.” 

Shiro was naked, and her head was being washed. 

“Explain? If we’re pushing the envelope, we’ve gotta have a bath 
scene. What more explanation you need?” 

“...Brother... Bath scenes are...censored... Elementary schoolkids... 
are totally off-limits.” 

“Worry not, my sister, Mr. Steam is on the job, so we’ll just be 
pushing the envelope.” 

Thus declared Sora as he viewed the grand bath, unnaturally full of 
rising steam. 

“Could it be that this is the only reason you ordered me to boil the 
grand baths?” 

Steph washed Shiro’s hair, aghast. 

“What do you mean, the only reason? It’s important.” 

“Do you know how much firewood the staff wasted for that?” 




In addition, of course, it was impossible to get into a bath that was 
boiling. They had also wasted water to raise the steam... 


“If you want to go there, what about you, using this huge bath all 
by yourself?” 

Nggh...” 

This was perhaps what it meant to be part of the royal bloodline. 
Steph was even richer than Sora had imagined. Her mansion, built in 
a style vaguely reminiscent of Rome, was so big that the siblings, who 
had known only Japan, would have believed it if told it was a castle. 
Steph’s private bath, which they were using now, seemed spacious 
enough for ten people to use. The bath, also reminiscent of Rome in 
its furnishings, was steamed up to be appropriate for all ages and was 
so magnificent that it was impossible to think that humans were in 
decline after losing so many games. 

“Ah, excuse me. My sister hates baths—and she always fusses, ‘You 
can’t show naked eleven-year-olds even if it’s R-18!’ and won’t let me 
wash her, so she doesn’t get bathed much. After she suggested 
pushing the envelope yesterday, I thought I’d better take advantage 
of it.” 

“...Nggh... Brother, I hate you.” 

It was about pushing the envelope on Steph. That was Shiro’s 
subtext. 

“My sister, if you do things right, you’ll be a dazzling beauty, so do 
things right.” 

“...I don’t have to be...a beauty.” 

“Your brother likes the beautiful Shiro betterrr.” 

“...Ngghhh...” 

Shiro groaned as if that meant something, but didn’t end the 



discord. 


—That didn’t really matter. Well, it was a little annoying how close 
they were, but setting that aside, there was a more important 
question that couldn’t be ignored. 

This situation. The event that was currently transpiring. Why was 
she washing a naked Shiro’s hair, while a clothed Sora was behind 
her with his back turned ? 

“—Sora...why do I have to be naked and washing Shiro’s hair?” 

—No, don’t all chime in. Why, then, had she not refused? She was 
well aware of her responsibility in this matter. 

“Weren’t you listening to me? Because this is the only way Shiro 
will take a bath.” 

“Wha—so, you don’t care about me?!” 

“Hm? You want me to look?” 

“Of—of course not! I’m asking you if this is harassment!” 

“Don’t worry, Steph. I intend to view your naked body carefully by 
other means.” 

“-Wha-” 

As soon as she heard this, she flushed red and hid her body. At the 
same time, at hearing Sora suggesting that he did have some interest 
in her, she felt relief. Steph looked around for a wall to bash her head 
against, but then Sora spoke up apologetically. 

“However, for now you must forgive me—I cannot rely too fully on 
Mr. Steam.” 

“.Excuse me?” 

“For instance, if I should join you in the bath only for my indolent 




member to suddenly regain motivation, or if Mr. Steam should fail to 
perform as hoped in preventing me from viewing my young sister 
directly, it won’t be R-18; it will be banned.” 

“-Uh, I see.” 


She didn’t, really, but Sora seemed to be saying that he didn’t need 
to look right now. 

The limits of Steph’s comprehension here were perhaps 
unavoidable. Set up in the bath were two phones and a tablet. Steph 
had no way of knowing the meaning of those little cameras. 

—Later Sora would have Director Shiro check the footage and show 
it to him if it seemed acceptable. Sora swore this in his heart and 
repressed his urge to turn around. 


“Hff... That hits the spot...” 

“Mngh... My hair’s all papery... It’s itchy...” 

Sora had waited for Shiro to get out of the bath and then taken a 
quick shower. Sora was refreshed, having finally gotten a chance to 
wash himself. Shiro spoke to him crossly. 

—Sora had been right, after all, about how Shiro looked when her 
hair was washed and nicely combed. Her tresses made a gentle wave, 
looking soft to the touch and white as snow, and further brought out 
her porcelain-white skin—along with her round face, balanced 
features, and red eyes, she was like a doll made by a master of the 
craft. 

“If only you could be like that all the time; it’s such a waste.” 

“...It’s not like anyone but you...is gonna see.” 

Sora, too, had just finally shaved and despite his teasing was also 


looking sharper. How to put it? I—I blew it, thought Steph when she 
looked directly at him; she could hardly stop herself from getting a 
nosebleed, it was so... His initial scruffiness had been alleviated, and 
now he had the clean freshness of a “fine young man.” 

But—that wasn’t the problem. Steph desperately struggled to stop 
blood from dripping from her nose. 

“Y-y-you two—put on some clothes!” she shouted at the towel-clad, 
half-naked siblings as they looked on blankly. 

“...You’re the one who told us to send them for cleaning. Those are 
all we’ve got; are they dry already?” Sora asked, doubting that this 
world had dryers. 

To which Steph replied, “Th-th-th-that’s... Fine, then, I’ll get you 
something else—I-I wonder if I have any gentlemen’s clothes... Ng, 
nghh... Why do I have to be...” 

Steph turned, muttering to herself, to look for clothes. 

-And ten minutes later. In the same location as before, Steph 

had fallen to her knees and hung her head, experiencing massive 
regret. 

I—I blew it ./ 

“O-ho, so this is a butler’s outfit—what you call a tailcoat... It’s a bit 
formal, but it’s like cosplay, so it’s fun! Shiro, you look good in that, 
too.” 

“...Too many frills. Hard to move...” 

Shiro was clad in a dress that Steph had worn as a child. 








It was all very well that Steph had gone out to look for clothes to fit 
the half-naked pair. But she had no men’s clothes, so she had to use 
the staff s—in other words, a butler’s outfit. Likewise, the only clothes 
she could find to fit an eleven-year-old girl were hers from her 
childhood. Now the siblings looked like a well-bred young lady and 
her faithful butler— Glance. Steph looked once more. Sora’s wide 
shoulders and thin body somehow fit all too well as a butler, which 
sent Steph’s heart racing. And with the way his sister looked in charge 
of him, Steph’s heart twinged for the third time. 

“I blew it...” 

“Huh? Blew what?” 

“Never mind!” 

Panicking at the sincerity that had slipped out of her mouth, Steph 
shook her head as she swept up her knees from the floor and got up. 

If Sora had been attuned to such maidenly subtleties, he wouldn’t 
have been a virgin for eighteen years. “Well, then,” he murmured. 
“Now that we’ve got our sleep and freshened up in the bath—Steph.” 

“Uh, um, yes? Wha-what is it?” 

“What are you so flustered about? Does this house...mansion- 
castle...?” 

Born and raised in Tokyo, Japan, Sora couldn’t seem to find a 
category to fit Steph’s dwelling, so he came to the conclusion that it 
didn’t matter. 

“Does this place have a library or study or something, someplace we 
can do research?” 

“Uh, yes...it does...but why?” 


'Are you hard of hearing, Stephy-poo? Of course, for research ?” 



“I-I heard that! I’m asking what you want to research!” 

“What... This world, of course.” 

‘“This world’...?” 

Steph stood bewildered at his suggestion that there was another 
world. 

“Brother, we haven’t...told her.” 

As if still dissatisfied with her dried-out hair, Shiro spoke sullenly. 

“—Hm? What? Is that so?” 

“Sony, but...I’m not seeing what this is about.” 

“Ah, right. It’s tricky to find the words to explain when the subject 
gets brought up so formally.” 

It was that classic event in this kind of story where the protagonist 
was bottlenecked by others’ inability to believe them. Sora carefully 
searched for the right words to make her believe. 

—Scratching his head, sighing. Making a clearly bothered face. 
Awkwardly, casually, he let it out. 

“Basically, we’re people from another world. So we want to know 
more about this world.” 


The study—no. A library about the size of a high school’s. Steph had 
led them to her personal study, filled with neatly lined bookshelves, 
reams of books covering the walls. It did seem perfect for research, 
but— “Hey, Steph.” 


Y es? What is it? 


Sora had hit upon one large, unexpected obstacle. 

“—Is this country’s official language not Japanese?” 

Sora groaned with an illegible book in his hand, holding his head. 

“Ja-pa-nese? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but, naturally 
Immanity uses the Immanity tongue.” 

“Whoa... This world is so simple.” 

The problem was that even though somehow Sora and Shiro were 
able to converse with the people of this world, the characters written 
in the book made no sense at all. 

“So, you really did come from another world.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m not really expecting you to believe us—” 

Sora knew they wouldn’t be believed right away, so he wasn’t even 
bothering to try. 

“Oh, no, it’s not all that surprising.” 

Steph’s nonchalant answer took Sora aback. “What? Why not?” 

Now Steph went blank. “Why not? I don’t know. Some of the 
advanced magic used by the Elves includes otherworldly summons. 
It’s not implausible that you might be like that. To begin with, I can 
see from your clothes and faces that you’re not from this country, but 
you’re you’re still Immanities no matter how you look at it...” 

—And this was, after all, the only human country left. 

“Ah...I see. This is a fantasy world... Hh.” 

Having had his expectations upturned, Sora sighed. He turned back 
to the illegible book and scratched his head. 


Hmm, but it’s still quite inconvenient not to be able to gather 



information by ourselves. Can you learn it...Shiro?” 

“...Mm.” 

“Yeah?” 

“...Mm.” 

It seemed that the siblings were conducting some kind of 
communication that made sense only to them. They quietly cast their 
eyes on the book and fell silent. With this stillness in the corner of her 
eye, Steph sighed. 

“...And what do you want me to do?” 

She added sarcastically that she could fall at his feet as a home 
tutor, but Sora made a different request, his eyes never leaving the 
book. 

“No. There’s something else.” 

Sora’s words reminded Steph of last night, and this morning, and 
she braced herself, preparing not to be surprised at whatever 
perverted request was coming— “Can you just answer me a few 
questions for now?” 

“—Um...uh, sure. That’s...quite all right.” 

Steph felt the load come off her chest with this unexpectedly decent 
request. Sora asked with a perfectly serious face. 

“You know, yesterday, why was it that when I fondled your 
breasts, you didn’t resist, but when I tried to flip your skirt, you 
suddenly—all right, never mind, I’ll ask a serious question. I was just 
joking...” 

On the receiving end of Steph’s piercing glare, Sora looked back 
down at the book. 


Hmm, okay, so, I keep hearing this word ‘Immanity,’ but what 



does it contrast to?” 


Steph queried back as if this was a totally unexpected question. "... 
Weren’t there any other races in your world?” 

“Well, humans were the only ones we could communicate with, at 
least—so.” 

“Uh, well... Yes...” 

Considering where she should begin if they really were from 
another world as they said, Steph began. 

“First—are you familiar with myth?” 

“You mean how the Ten Covenants came to be? I heard it from a 
minstrel who was playing by a fountain.” 

“Very well—in that case—” 


—Ahem. 

“‘Races’ refers to the intelligent Ixseeds, to whom the God’s Ten 
Covenants apply.” 

“‘Exceeds’...” 

“War ended in this world when the Ten Covenants came to prohibit 
all violation of rights, bodily injury, violence, and slaughter among 
the Ixseeds.” 

“...I see. I was wondering what you guys ate—but the Covenants 
only apply to intelligent life, huh?” 

Sora appeared to be reading the book but was still grasping her 
words clearly. While inwardly marveling at his dexterity, Steph 
continued. 

“However—perhaps I should call it war by games. Basically, 
struggle for territory—‘play for dominion’ still continues.” 



“Play for dominion”—Sora recognized the term. 

“—Is this the only Immanity nation?” 

“...As of now, yes... It’s not as if it’s a requirement that each race 
have only one nation—but Elkia is the last bastion of Immanity.” 

—Having heard that much, Sora went ahead and presented a 
question to which he already knew the answer. To compare basic 
assumptions between this world and their own, in other words. 

“Why do you still fight over domain when there are no more wars? 
Can’t you settle it by talking?” 

“Uh, well, that’s...” 

But, in place of the faltering Steph, the sister answered. 

“...Resources are finite... Living things can multiply infinitely... 
Dividing a finite quantity by an infinite quantity...destroys 
everything.” 

“...Y-yes. Exactly!” 


Steph jumped on the pronouncement of the sister, who had 
answered before her, and nodded hurriedly. 

“...Come on, I know you didn’t think of that...” 

Sora looked as Steph as if disgusted by her input, rendered useless 
by his sister’s prompter response. 

“Whawhawha-what are you saying; it’s so basic!” 

—Well, this was a world where that was how things were since 
birth. The question of why living things would play games to take 
from each other, while perhaps considered, might be difficult to 
answer. 


‘Anyway, this is pretty much like our world in that respect, after 



all.” 


Sora sighed. Though combat had vanished, conflict remained. 

—So, perfect equality was impossible. Musical chairs, after all, was 
a game about fighting for limited seats. In this way, the majority 
would draw the lot of poverty for the minority to prosper—really, 
nothing had changed between this world and their own. 

“...So, what kinds of races do the Ixseeds include?” 

Sora cut his thinking short and returned to the conversation. Steph 
counted with her fingers uncertainly as she recalled what she’d had to 
memorize. 

“Rank One is Old Deus, defeated by the One True God; Rank Two 
is Phantasma; Rank Three is Elemental—and there’s Dragonia and 
Gigant...and Elf and Werebeast—and so forth.” 

“...I see, so pretty much your typical fantasy world.” 

Sora mumbled his feedback to Steph’s “and so forth,” amused that 
she’d given up on remembering all sixteen races, when something 
suddenly occurred to him. 

“Hey, what do you mean...‘Rank’?” 

“Uh, well. I don’t know that much about it, either, but apparently 
there’s a ranking .” 

“—Ranking?” 

“Yes, basically it’s based on their magical aptitude scores, I hear.” 

“‘Apparently, basically, I hear’... You don’t really know what you’re 
talking about, do you? Steph, did you study up on this stuff properly?” 

As Sora put his loser self on a pedestal, Steph grimaced, muttered 
an irritated “Fine already,” and cleared her throat. 




“I’ll have you know, I graduated from the academy just fine! 
Human research still just hasn’t made much progress on the ranking 
—because Immanity is Rank Sixteen. That is, we have a magical 
aptitude score of zero. As much as we’d like to research it, we have no 
way of observing it.” 

“...Zero?” Sora asked, looking up from his book. 

“Hm—? Wait a sec, humans can’t use magic?” 

“That’s right. We can’t even detect magic.” 

“...What about if you, like...use an item or something?” 

“We can use games created with magic...but it’s just the game 
working by its magic—humans can’t use magic themselves.” 

“—And this principle is absolute?” 

Sora interrogated her persistently, but Steph didn’t seem to get 
offended. Rather— “It is. Spirit corridors— Immanity lacks these 
circuits to connect to the source of magic.” Steph lowered her face a 
bit. “That’s why we lose in the play for dominion, you see...” 

—Hmmm. Sora gave a diy smile and pressed on. 

“...So, in that case, who’s the best at magic? Rank One, right?” 

“Oh, no, actually. If you go that high, they’re gods—their very 
being is a kind of magic. If you speak of being good at magic in the 
common sense, the best would be Rank Seven, Elf.” 

Elf. The stereotypical image rose in his mind. 

“—Elf... By Elf, you mean the pale guys with the pointy ears?” 

You’re certainly knowledgeable for someone from another world, 
said Steph’s expression. “Yes, indeed. Currently, Elven Gard is the 
largest nation in the world. They’ve used their magic to climb their 
way to the top. If you say ‘magic,’ you think of Elves.” 



—“Hm,” puffed Sora. Placing his hand on his chin and thinking, 
looking into space with a gaze that could not be more serious. 

(( 

Her heart pounded at his serious profile and his tailcoat-clad aura 
of composure. It’s an illusion it’s an illusion it’s an illusion—it’s a 
planted emotion! Steph chanted to herself as if casting a spell. 
Meanwhile, Sora seemed to have got his thoughts together. Choosing 
his words as if probing for something, he queried. 

“...Are there any races that can’t use magic...but still have large 
nations?” 

“Uh, well, now that you mention it, Rank Fourteen, Werebeast, 
can’t use magic...” 

Stammering, Steph somehow managed to answer. 

“On the other hand, it’s said they have extraordinary senses, with 
which they can sense the presence of magic and read people’s minds. 
The Werebeasts have united their islands in the Great Ocean to the 
southeast into the Eastern Union, which has already become the 
third-largest nation in the world—” 

Steph continued painfully, unconsciously squeezing her arm with 
the hand she had on it. 

“...Indeed, that is a race and nation which, unable to use magic 
itself, has—not overcome, but at least come to rival Elven Gard with 
powers beyond the reach of Immanity. But the other side of it is that 
it was all accomplished using powers that, from the point of view of 
Immanity, are still supernatural or extrasensory.” 

“—Hmm. That’s interesting.” 

Humans couldn’t use magic, nor could they even tell if it had been 
used. There could be no victory when the other side was cheating in a 
way that was impossible to catch. 



—If that was what they thought, then, yeah, they would lose. 

“I see...I see how it is.” 

Just about as Sora was nodding deeply, as if everything made sense. 

“...Brother—I’ve learned it.” 

Shiro’s voice rang out. 

“Oh, that’s my sister.” 

“...Praise me, more...” 

“Of course, of course. That’s my sister; I’m so proud of you, you 
genius girl you! Wuzzawuzzawuzza.” 

Sora stood and messed up Shiro’s hair as she squinted with pleasure 
like a cat. 

—Steph looked on, uncomprehending. 

“...Huh? Learned what?” 

“Learned what? The Immanity tongue, of course.” 

Sora looked blankly at Steph and tossed his words off casually. 

“But, yeah, you’re so awesome. It’s still gonna take me a little while 
longer.” 

“...Brother, you’re slow.” 

“Heh-heh-heh, it’s better for a man to be slow than fast, you 
know?” 

“...Brother, you’re so small.” 

“Nn-n-n-n-n-no, I’m not!! H-how do you even-Steph, what’s 

up?” 



Steph was watching their banter agape. She spoke in a falsetto. 


“Excuse me...did I hear you correctly? Did you say —she learned a 
whole language?” 

“Um? Yeah, so?” 

Shiro nodded once in agreement. 

“—In—this short time? You’re kidding, right?” 

Steph checked again with a strained face. Sora answered carelessly. 

“It’s not that big a deal. As far as we’ve spoken, our grammar and 
vocabulary is exactly the same. All we need to learn is your writing 
system and we’re done.” 

“...And...you still haven’t learned it, Brother.” 

“I can’t learn it in fifteen minutes. That’s crazy. I’m not as smart as 
you; give me another hour. Anyway, what is this? I can’t figure out 
the pattern for how this symbol is used—” 

“Don’t, think of that, like Japanese... Think of it like a Romance 
language...” 

“No, I mean, I thought of that, but, then, look at the grammar; the 
predicate would be in the wrong position...” 

“...Classical Chinese...” 

“What? It’s inverted only in writing? What a pain in the ass—oh, 
but, yeah, that does work.” 

“...Brother, learn more languages...” 

“Come on, you’re the special one who can speak eighteen languages 
including their classical forms. Your brother’s a mundane who only 
knows six languages, but that’s enough for gaming.” 



Steph watched this banter incredulously. But the siblings didn’t 
seem to think anything of it, and tossed it around like it was all in a 
day’s work. But it was true that the words and speech were the same; 
all they had to do was learn the writing system. Ah, you might say, 
when you lay it out, it shouldn’t be that hard after all. But you have 
you noticed that they were working with another important factor? 
That is—. 

To do that without being taught by anyone wasn’t learning, it was 
deciphering. 

And accomplishing that in such a short time wasn’t even something 
to brag about for them. (Was this normal in their world?) Two beings 
that had already completely overturned her understanding. Looking 
at the otherworldly siblings, Steph felt a chill run down her spine—but 
also a heat that built faintly in her heart. 

...Could it be? Perhaps she really had met people who were 
completely beyond this world. 

People —who could change this nation. 

“-Hm? What is it?” 

Steph’s heart jumped at Sora, who turned as if he’d noticed her 
eyes. 

“Ah, um, no, it’s—I’m gonna make some tea.” 

As Steph scuttled out of the library, her ears looked slightly reddish. 
Watching uncertainly, Sora wondered. 

“...What’s up with her?” 

While Shiro went on reading without so much as a glance. 

“...Brother, you don’t...understand...girls.” 

“—Yes, that’s why I’ve been a virgin for eighteen years. Wait, does 



that even have anything to do with it?” 


Here was an eighteen-year-old man being lectured about feminine 
psychology by his eleven-year-old sister. They do say that boys 
mature emotionally slower than girls... In this case, at least, that 
seemed to be a fact. 

“...Even though...you’re better than me at reading people...” 

In contrast to Shiro’s muttering, Sora spoke proudly. 

“Applying it to games is completely different from real-life 
socialization.” 

In a manner of speaking, girls—no, people... yes. Girls were like a 
visual novel where you had to make tens of thousands of timed 
choices every second. How could it be other than self-evident that 
such a game was ridiculous and impossible? 

—But that was beside the point right now. 

“Got it!...” 

Sora had finally learned to read Immanity with the help of his 
sister. He checked that he had managed to read the whole volume. 
And closed the hardcover book with a thud. Then his face went 
serious as he joined his hands in front of his face. 

“So-Shiro.” 

“...Mm.” 

“You’ve realized already, right?” 

“...Yeah.” 

The siblings exchanged dialogue that only made sense to them. 

“—What do you think?” the brother asked with an uncharacteristic 
lack of conviction. But Shiro just closed her eyes. 



I’ll...follow you.” 


Opening her eyes just a little, with her typical lack of expression, 
she spoke in a monotone. 

“...Just as I promised— anywhere.” 

—A promise. 

His dad’s new wife had brought him a sister— Shiro. The sister who 
was born too smart. And the brother who was born too dumb. Askew, 
they fit each other as siblings better than real siblings ever could. And 
when they came to be abandoned even by their parents, devoid of 
friends or allies, they exchanged a certain promise.—The sister who 
was too good and so couldn’t understand people.—The brother who 
was too bad and so read people’s expressions too deeply. Considering 
their complementary nature, the then-ten-year-old brother made a 
proposal. The three-year-old and already multilingual sister nodded 
and pinky-promised. 

He rubbed that sister’s head. It had been eight years since the sister 
had said that she would deign to follow him—Shiro. The brother who 
had never ended up taking her out of the room—Sora. If you asked if 
they had any regrets... 

“Well—maybe I can take you someplace more fun than that 
world?” 

Looking at the chess pieces visible beyond the distant horizon, Sora 
extracted his phone and started his task scheduler. 


Steph fixed her gaze on the bubbling, hot water. It was important to 
pay attention not only to the time to steep the leaves, but also to the 
temperature of the water to put them in. The pancakes she had made 
the previous day would accompany it. The pancakes didn’t really have 
the sugar they needed for tea, since humans had long since lost the 


land where it was grown. However, she compensated using 
cinnamon and other spices. She was quite proud of her work. 

—Putting the tea set and the dainty plates of cut pancakes on a tray. 

“...All right, I think this should be good.” 

Wiping her brow at the sense of accomplishment at a job well done. 

“Excuse me, Miss?” 

The maids interjected as if they had been waiting long for the right 
timing. 

“Oh, what is it?” 

“Ah, well... Please excuse my impertinence, but is something 
wrong, Miss?” 

“...Impertinent, indeed. What’s this all of a sudden?” 

“Well, it’s just... If you had asked, we, the staff, certainly would 
have prepared tea and sweets for you, yet you went ahead and 
steeped your own without a word... And with so much effort...” 

..Huh? Come to think of it, why should I have to steep my 

own tea? Faced with this question, Steph saw a certain image in her 
mind’s eye. 

“Oh! This is delicious. I didn’t know you were so good around the 
house, Steph.” 

It was Sora, with a smile on his face and a teacup in his hand. 

.. Flush. The feeling of blood rising to her cheeks. 

“-Aaaaaaah, Goooooood!!” 


Steph screamed and bashed her head against the wall. 







“Why do I have to show off how good I am around the house with 
my homemade sweets! A man like that deserves nothing but water— 
with some rocks and grass as a side!” 

“M-Miss! Please compose yourself!! 

“M-Missus! M-Miss Stephanie has—Miss Stephanie has lost her—” 

The maids fell into chaos as they tried to stop Steph’s forehead’s 
resounding against the wall, the sound of the impacts loud and dull. 


“Hhh...” 

Sighing, Steph carried a silver tray down the hall. On the tray were 
a tea set and sweets for two—that is, the siblings. In the end, she 
couldn’t win against her emotions and ended up bringing what she 
had prepared, and that made her sigh again. She hated herself, and 
yet, when she imagined being told it was delicious— “...I can’t deny 
part of me is looking forward to it... Hh...” 

However. Steph froze in place. 

“Wait a minute, Stephanie. Is this a taste that will appeal to 
otherworlders?” 

Steph did have confidence in her own tea and baking skills. But her 
guests were from another world. 

“Oh-cra-” 

Another image crossed her mind. 

“Egh, sorry, I gotta pass on this.” 

Sora, with a face. 

“Aaahh... Th-that’s no good; then I won’t be able to get out by 


saying it was the maids—wait, why do I need an out? I don’t even 
care what—yes, I do! Aahh, God... This is a curse...” 

Already too frazzled to see straight. Steph breathed deeply and 
assembled an excuse in service of collecting her thoughts. 

“Th-that’s right. They’ve already belittled me to no end; should they 
now think I’m not capable of preparing some simple tea and sweets, it 
will bring shame upon the house of Dola. There is no mistaking that 
this is delicious; if it suits them not, it is a difference in culture—and 
certainly not—uh...” 

Muttering excuses with her hands full. Steph struggled to open the 
door of her library and came back in. 

“—What’s this?” 

—But, wherever she looked, the siblings had disappeared. She 
looked around and saw that on the second floor of the room, above 
the stairs, the door to the veranda had been opened, and the curtains 
swayed in the wind. 

Steph went out onto the veranda...and there they were. The 
brother, in his butler outfit, was leaning over the rail of the veranda, 
capturing the city with his phone. The sister, a white-haired vision of 
a young lady—was leaning against her brother’s legs, reading a book. 

They seemed so natural as two in one, as though they would perish 
if split apart. At the too-picturesque sight of their relationship, Steph 
felt a significant constriction in her chest, while telling herself it was 
just nerves. 

“...The town’s excited.” 

Sora spoke to her, watching the commotion outside. 

“—Yes...it is. After all, the gambling tournament to decide the 
monarch is still underway.” 



She placed the tray on the veranda table and poured tea into the 
cups. 

“...So...here’s tea.” 

“Oh, thanks.” 

“For the little sister as well.” 

“...Mm.” 

Sora took a swig of tea and looked back out on the city. 

His first impression—the town of a “typical fantasy world”—had 
been a little bit off. 

—Perhaps it was because the town had never been destroyed since 
war was forbidden. Several styles of architecture intermingled, 
reminiscent of Roman, classical, Baroque. The streets were paved, yet 
what traveled on them were carriages, and in the distant port floated 
three-masted sailing vessels. It appeared that not even the steam 
engine had been invented. The terraced fields built on the hills, visible 
in the distance, were being cultivated with methods even older than 
the mode of the city. 

—Here was the recoil from not waging war. War had the ironic 
effect of accelerating science, pushing technology for fertilizer and 
fuel forward. Thinking back, Sora realized the books he had viewed in 
Steph’s library were, almost without exception, handwritten and 
hand-copied. Printing either had not been invented or was not yet 
widely available. 

“The Europe of the mid-Renaissance. Before the sky was sullied by 
the Industrial Revolution... A beautiful town.” 

“...Nice...strategy game...quote.” 

—But then, Sora thought, according to myth, the Great War that 
had reduced the planet to scorched earth hadn’t happened only 



thousands of years ago. It was said that it had been thousands of 
years already by the time the Covenants were exchanged. Immanity 
couldn’t use magic at all. In other words, humans labored under 
conditions equivalent to those in the world where they used to be. 
After thousands of years, they were still at the level of their world in 
the early fifteenth century. 

—In that case, what about the races who could use cheats like 
magic? What in the world were their civilizations like? 

Then it occurred to Sora: 

“Hey, Steph—why did you wanna be queen?” 

“—Excuse me?” 

“Well, I heard a rumor you were desperate because you weren’t 
gonna be royalty anymore.” 

He recited what he’d heard outside the tavern-inn. But. 

“—I don’t really care about that.” 

—Rumors were rumors, after all. To be dismissed with a laugh. She 
came beside Sora, leaned from the veranda, and looked out at the 
town. 

“...This nation, Elkia—it used to actually be a pretty big country, 
you know?” 

She spoke with eyes that seemed to be looking into the distance— 
into the past. 

“Long ago, there were several Immanity nations in the world. It 
was the biggest.” 

With a hint of pride, but also irony, she continued. 

“Big enough to be the last nation of Immanity after it lost and lost, 
ever since the Ten Covenants...” 



“It might look to you like we’re a happy, bustling place. But no... 
Elkia has declined.” 

Once more looking out at the commotion of the town, but this time 
with sad eyes. Following her gaze, Sora found that he could imagine. 

Territory lost. Surplus population on insufficient land. Shortages of 
resources and food leading to a deadlocked economy. Without land 
for food, there could be no production, and without production, there 

could be no jobs. The Ten Covenants may have secured peace-but 

then he remembered. The bandits who had attacked them as soon as 
they arrivied in this world. The brother looked steadily in the direction 
of the cliff. His sister, who had been leaning on his legs reading a 
book, turned to Steph. 

“It’s true the old king—my grandfather—lost repeatedly in the play 
for dominion until we were backed into the capital with nothing else 
left. But Immanity had already been beaten to the ground, left poor 
as dirt...” 

Gripping the railing, Steph spoke as if grinding her teeth. 

“My grandfather was reviled as a fool king, yet he went on trying to 
save the country. He wasn’t wrong—” 

—If they didn’t take back their land, humans wouldn’t have long, 
anyway. Rather than sit and wait for destruction, he chose to charge 
forward for a chance at salvation—something like that. 

“I—wanted to save Elkia...” 

And then Steph seemed to be fighting back tears. 

“And I wanted to prove that my grandfather wasn’t wrong. I 
wanted to prove that for Immanity to live...we need to take back our 
territory, even if it means going on the offensive, or it won’t be long 
before we really are gone.” 




—At Steph’s words, wrung from her gloomy expression, Shiro asked 
a question with her usual look of indifference. 


“...Steph...this country, this world...do you like it?” 

“Yes—of course!” 

—With a smile mixed with tears, Steph answered without 
hesitation. But the siblings lowered their heads instead. 

“...Sounds nice...” 

“...Yeah, I really envy you being able to say that with conviction.” 

But—the brother continued in a quiet but implacable voice and cut 
down Stephanie Dola’s hope. 

“But your wish won’t come true.” 

“-Wha...” 

“I’m also sony to say—” 

He rained a second blow upon the speechless Steph. 

“Your grandfather— ended his life as the worst fool king of all time, 
no matter how you look at it.” 


Breaking a terribly long silence, Steph opened her mouth as if 
squeezing it out. 

“—What makes you...say that?” 

Biting her lip and feeling her nails stabbing her clenched fists... If 
violence were not forbidden in this world, her palm would likely have 
flown to Sora’s cheek, but instead she spun her certain anger into 
words. Because she loved him—no, because she had been made to 
love him, it was that much more difficult to tolerate this insult from 




him. However, in response to her question, Sora only sighed and 
scrolled through the photos he’d taken on his phone. A town 
reminiscent of fifteenth-century Europe. A beautiful town where new 
and old architecture intermingled thanks to a lack of war. But that 
was why it was so sad. 

“At this rate—this country will die. At the same time as the next 
monarch is chosen.” 

Words she hadn’t anticipated all sent Steph not into confusion, but 
almost into hysteria as she rebutted. 

“Wh-what do you mean! The very purpose of the tournament is—” 

With an air of disbelief, Sora and Shiro looked up above their heads. 
A sky that wasn’t gray like the one they knew, but blue as if primary- 
color ink had been spilled all over it. 

—And they thought back to when they came to this world. To what 
“God” said. Disboard, the world on a board, where everything was 
decided by simple games. The world-We dreamed of. 

—In which we’ve been— reborn. 

“Steph, how long is this gambling tournament?” 

Steph looked dissatisfied that she’d still not received a proper 
answer, but she replied anyway. “—Today is the last day.” 

Turning her gaze east from the veranda, to the place that looked 
like a castle. 

“In the evening, the final match will be held in the royal hall. If no 
one raises any objections, the winner will become the new monarch... 
What of it?” 

— Whump. The sister closed her book and stood up. The brother 
stretched dramatically and slapped his cheeks. 



Hmp! Hey, little sister.” 

“...Mm.” 

“Will you follow your brother no matter what?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Wow, that was quick. I mean, I’ve got to prepare myself, too—” 
“...B.S.” 

“Hnh?” 

“...You look like you’re having...fun.” 

She was expressionless, as usual. But there was the hint of a smile 
only her brother could see. 

“-Ha-ha, I can’t fool you, eh?” 

At this, the two turned and walked back. 

“Wai—wh-where are you going?!” 

“The royal castle.” 

“—Hunh?” 

Unable to grasp the intent behind Sora’s prompt answer, Steph 
uttered a silly sound. But they took no notice and went on. 

“We’ll go prove your grandfather was right.” 

“_Wha?” 

Feeling the presence of Steph hurriedly catching up behind him. 
Sora checked what he’d put into the task scheduler on his phone. 

—Objective—Try being king, for now. Sora chuckled, put his phone 



back in his pocket, and spoke. 


“After we managed to get reborn into this world, it would suck if we 
ended up without a place to live.” 

Shiro nodded in agreement. 

“Think I’ll go become king and take back some territory.” 

—Had she heard him right? Stephanie Dola carefully reviewed the 
words she had heard. Once she was sure that she couldn’t have 
misheard him, she looked at his back. He had a bounce in his step as 
if he were just going down the street for some groceries. But it was 
full of brazen pride and confidence, like he was going to check 
something that was already settled—the back of the man who had 
declared he would reclaim the territory of the human race. 

“Oh, that’s right.” 

Sora grabbed the sweet that had been left on the table of the 
veranda and stuffed it in his mouth. 

“-Oh.” 


With Steph looking like she’d forgotten herself, Sora spoke. 

“Mm, this is good. The tea and the sweets were both really good. 
Thanks.” 

Sora turned to say these words with a smile. Was it, after all, the 
Covenants that made her heart race? Steph hardly knew anymore. 



CHAPTER 1 


F.XPF.RT 

Evening—Great Hall, Elkia Royal Castle. 

There, where it appeared that the final match to decide the 
monarch had ended, in front of the throne, were a small table and a 
pair of chairs. One person sat there, surrounded by a crowd that 
packed the hall. 

—Sitting at the table, with folded arms and a blank expression, with 
black clothes and a black veil as if for a funeral, with an emptiness 
about her that somehow suggested a corpse, was a girl with long 
black hair. Yes...it was that girl—the one who’d cheated to eliminate 
Steph at the tavern. 

An old man wrapped in official-looking garb spoke. 

“—This woman, Chlammy Zell, has in the end emerged victorious 
in the battle to decide the crown... Is there anyone left who would 
challenge her?” 

The hall only murmured. It seemed there was no one who would 
challenge her. It was as expected—for Chalmmy had so far won every 
match she fought. At this point there could be no one who expected to 
defeat her. Chlammy, closing her eyes upon these facts and casting a 
still deeper emotionless shadow over her expressionless face. Seeing 
this, the old man continued. 

“—Then, in accordance with the will of the late king—I shall crown 
Chlammy as the new Queen of Elkia. If there be anyone among you 
who may object, speak now; if not, your silence shall—” 




Oh, yeah, here! Objection! Objection!” 


At that voice which rang out to interrupt the speech, the black¬ 
haired girl’s—Chlammy’s—eyes opened. The eyes of the stirring crowd 
all turned at once to the source of the voice. And there stood a butler 
and a girl with long, white hair—Sora and Shiro, raising their hands. 

“Right, right. We have an objection, we two.” 

“...Mm.” 

“...Who are you?” 

Chlammy looked at them expressionlessly, then moved her eyes 
behind them. 

“—Servants of Stephanie Dola?” 

Behind the two, Steph’s shoulders jolted. And, emotionlessly, but 
with a trace of ridicule, Chlammy spoke. 

“...You disqualified yourself by losing to me, and now you send 
your servants? Truly, your inability to accept defeat is unsightly...” 
Chlammy said, making no attempt to conceal her scorn. But Sora 
stepped up lightly and replied: “—Aha-ha, you’re in no place to talk 
about that, are you?” 

“—Whatever do you mean?” 

“Well, you know, really, I’m not that interested in the royal throne 
and such; it seems like it would be a drag.” 

As Sora spoke, scratching his head, looking like he really thought it 
was a drag, Chlammy squinted. 

“...Then would you please leave my sight? This is no place to bring 
children to play.” 

Sora smiled and continued. “But, you know,” he said, sharpening 
his gaze. 



“It’s no place to give the throne to a charlatan backed by another 
country either, now, is it?” 

This line made a stir in the castle. 

—Another country?—What’s this about? Ignoring such voices, Sora 
asked so only Shiro could hear. 

“—You find ’em?” 

In Shiro’s hand was the phone Sora had used the previous day to 
capture the tavern. Shiro answered with the number of people who 
were in the photos displayed on the screen and also in this hall. 

“...Four.” 

“How many of them have their ears hidden?” 

“...One.” 

“Bingo. Point in sync with me.” 

“...Mm.” 

As the siblings plotted, Steph spoke up. 

“Hey—wh-what’s this about another country?” 

Steph whispered this to Sora, who answered disgustedly. 

“You still don’t get it? Okay, hypothetically, all right? 
Hypothetically—” 

And then, loudly: 

“ Hypothetically , if someone who won using magic by colluding 
with an Elf were to become the monarch, this country would be 
screwed, right?” 


The din in the castle finally began to take on a note of fear. As Sora 



watched, he wondered, Hadn’t anyone figured it out? 


“...Well, if no one can catch on to such a glaring flaw, it’s only 
natural that humans would get their asses kicked.” 

Y ou there.” 

...Quietly standing up, Chlammy walked toward Sora. With a face 
from which feeling was obscured even further by the veil, and with a 
strangely intimidating presence. 

“Are you trying to say that I’m using magic to cheat?” 

“Oh, my. Didn’t you hear me say ‘hypothetically’? Or did I hit a 
nerve?” 

But it was as if he didn’t even feel her presence. Brushing it off like 
a leaf, Sora’s provocation was clear. But he must have had absolute 
confidence. 

“—Veiy well. If you object, then I shall certainly give you your 
game!” 

“Thaaanks! I’d sure appreciate it! But—” 

As Chlammy tried to take out her cards, Sora cut her off. 

“If you want to play poker—it would be better if you got rid of your 
partner over there.” 

As Sora said this with a smile, Shiro took his cue and pointed. The 
din quieted like a wave that had broken, and all eyes turned in that 
direction. Chlammy and the man pointed to slightly tensed their faces 
at the same time. That little change was more than enough to show 
Sora that he was dead-on. 

“Whatever are you talking about?” 

“Oh, really? Then will someone take off that guy’s hat?” 



The man pointed to took a step back, but the crowd around him 
slowly drew off his hat. Two ears popped out. 


—The kind you always see in fantasy—that’s right, the long ears of 
an Elf. 

It-it’s an Elf! 

The crowd murmured. 

Hey, wait...what if that guy’s actually right— 

The crowd murmured more loudly. 

That bitch, she was cheating with magic?! 

“Oh, my dear cool-beauty-wannabe charlatan, aren’t you going to 
save your friend?” 

Though Sora teased her, Chlammy did not change her expression. 

“—How many times must I tell you? I have no idea what you speak 
of.” 


“Oh, okay. So we can kick him out, no problem, right?” 

Sora beamed and flicked his hand a couple of times so as to dismiss 
the man to the outside. And, once again, he faced Chlammy and 
pulled out another phone—Shiro’s phone. 

“All right, you ready for some poker?” 

Launching an app or two on the phone, Sora played around with a 
smile. 

—A few seconds of silence. Then Chlammy, still expressionless, 
closed her eyes and spoke. 

“—I see you found an Elf to collude with to put me up as a magic¬ 
using enemy of the human race...is that it?” 



“Huh, you think up some pretty good excuses. Or did you have it 
reserved?” 

Though Sora continued with his provocations, Chlammy kept 
speaking. 

“—But if that’s how you want to play, I have my pride.” 

Still letting no expression through, while staring daggers through 
her veil, through Sora. 

“Please go ahead and send that Elf wherever you like. And then—let 
us play a game ideal for demonstrating true skill, with no part for 
cheating to play.” 

But Sora grinned back as if her stare, her proposal were just what 
he was expecting. 

“That’s fine. Fifth of the Ten Covenants: ‘The party challenged shall 
have the right to determine the game’—eh, I won’t ask why you 
declined to play poker, though. I’m such a nice guy. V” 

Sora turned his phone camera to Chlammy and snapped a picture. 

“Hmm, you’re not veiy photogenic, you know? You’d really look 
cuter if you smiled a little more.” 

And he showed her the picture on his screen. Chlammy’s piercing 
stare was met by Sora’s eyes as if peering in. 

—Those eyes, peering in as if seeing through everything. Chlammy 
felt a slight chill—. 


Chlammy, having said she’d go home and get a game ideal for 
demonstrating true skill or something, said to wait a bit and left the 
castle. Sora and company, for their part, decided to wait in the sunset 
of the castle courtyard. As Sora and Shiro sat on a bench and waited, 


playing with their phones, Steph looked about. Checking that no one 
was around, and then posing a question to Sora as if she’d been 
waiting forever. 

D-does that mean she used magic on me?!” 

“...Hey—you’re too loud!” 

Steph didn’t seem to get why they had moved. 

—But it did seem she had finally grasped the truth of the cheating 
that had defeated her. Especially knowing that the cheating was 
based on magic, her feelings were understandable. But Sora thought 
of something else and answered absently. 

“Yeah, that’s right... To be precise, that Elf of hers did, I guess.” 

“Wh-what kind of magic?” 

What kind of magic had they used? And how could Sora, a mere 
human, have seen through it? Another question was that thing they 
were using. Some tool from their world—could it detect magic? Steph 
waited for the answer with expectant eyes, but what came back— 
“Who knows? I sure don’t.” 

—betrayed her expectations entirely. Ignoring Steph as she gaped 
speechless, Sora answered calmly. 

“There’s no question she’s cheating. In the tavern, we saw her 
playing you, but the composition of her hands was obviously 
nonrandom. Shiro and I both noticed right away.” 

“...Shiro noticed.” 

“You’re such a stickler, my sister...well, whatever.” 

—The day before, at the tavern on the first floor of the inn. Inside 
Steph and Chlammy had played poker, and outside Sora had cheated 
while playing the veiy same game of poker; the pronouncement he’d 



made on the matter had been absolute. But— “But there’s no way I 
could figure out how she’s doing it. I don’t know anything about 
magic.” 

66 >5 


Sora answered indifferently as Steph froze with her mouth half 
open. 

“Man, that magic is something. If they’re altering your memory or 
reprinting the face-down cards or something, there’s no way you can 
prove that; hell, there’s no way you can win. If humans can’t detect 
it, then you ain’t gonna discover it.” 

“_Wai—” 


Steph, apparently finally recovered from paralysis, shook her head, 
and interrogated him. 

“Wait a minute, then how are you supposed to win!” 

“Huh? You can’t win.” 

Sora responded casually and decisively as Steph stood speechless 
once again. 

“Who’s gonna face that? That’s certain failure—you don’t even have 
a one-in-a-million chance to win.” 

But, before Steph recovered again and started shouting, he added 
further. 

“Duh, that’s why we avoided that.” 

“-Huh?” 

Sora shifted his posture to face Steph directly and spoke. 

“Okay, I’m gonna make this as simple as possible, all right?” 




‘V-very well...” 


“First of all, this is a free-for-all tournament to decide the monarch. 
Whoever wins will be the representative of Immanity.” 

“Yes...” 

“But the plan is flawed. Because it leaves room for other countries 
to intervene.” 

“—Yes. I suppose, so...” 

Steph averted her eyes, chagrined she’d not realized this on her own 
until it was pointed out. 

—Indeed, with the system of an unconditional free-for-all 
tournament, human-undetectable cheating could be used, by another 
country , to let someone win and form a puppet government. 
Humans were then doomed to fail in the running and to die as a race. 
The plan was full of holes. The epitome of foolishness. 

“—So, this isn’t a battle of individuals. It’s a battle of countries, of 
diplomacy. Got it?” 

“Uh, yes...I take your meaning.” 

“Now, these...Elves, right? They’re trying to take advantage of this 
to install a puppet monarch—but surely you don’t think that the Elves 
are the only ones who would think of this?” 

“—W-well...” 


“Surely other countries have thought of it. Whether they’ve carried 
it out or not, it’s very likely.” 

Which meant—. 

“We just have to take advantage of that and make them think we’re 
one of them.” 



Playing with his phone in his hand, Sora smiled mischievously. 

“Now that we’ve shown her a device she didn’t figure the humans 
had and made her think that we saw through the Elfs magic with it, 
she’ll be shouldered with the risk that if she uses obvious magic, we’ll 
expose and disqualify her right away. Plus, we cast doubt on the 
actual user and drove him out—” 

“In—in that case—we can expect a match with no cheating!” 

Steph’s face lit up, but Sora dropped his shoulders with a look of 
disgust. 

“—For God’s sake, how mushy is your brain?” 

“Wh-why am I being censured?!” 

“Weren’t you listening? I said the idea that another country might 
intervene is conceivable. Which means we can assume that they’ve 
already taken the possibility of people like us into account.” 

“Oh.” 

Then Sora brought his thoughts back to their original line and 
considered. 

“—The enemy must have one ready. You know, a cheat that will 
put them ahead even in this situation.” 

...And then Steph’s words rang in Sora’s mind. 

“Steph, you said Immanity can’t use magic, but it can use games 
that use magic, right?” 

“Uh, yes...” 

Hmm...Sora’s face cleared as if the answer to his ruminations had 
appeared. 


‘You said Elf is best at magic, right? Then they must have 




anticipated a challenge from a country with the technology to detect 
magic and prepared a game with more complicated, hard-to-reveal 
cheat magic—that’s probably what they went to get.” 

But Steph’s face clouded at these words. 

“Th-that’s... Doesn’t that make things even worse?” 

“—What? What do you mean?” 

“Huh? I mean, if they’re using more complicated, hard-to-reveal 
cheating magic—” 

Sora sighed for the umpteenth time today. 

“Look here—for pure, mere humans like us, the greatest threat is 
simple magic, like if they were to mess with us directly by altering 
our memories or viewing our vision. ’Cause we wouldn’t know. But, 
if their game is assuming they’re playing a country to whom that 
doesn’t apply, they can’t do that.” 

In other words, the game would look fair on the surface. But hide a 
mechanism that would give them an overwhelming advantage. And 
it would be unperceivable—which meant that they wouldn’t mess 
with them directly. Certainly, they’d hide an overwhelmingly 
advantageous cheat. But it wouldn’t be an unbeatable cheat like what 
they used for the poker game with Steph. A bluff to make them bring 
out that game: That was what the phone was for. So far, everything 
was going well. 

“B-but...” 

Steph, seeming to have finally gotten it, gave an on-the-mark 
opinion for the first time. 

“Even so—doesn’t that mean we’ll still be at an overwhelming 
disadvantage?” 


Sure it does. Is there a problem with that?” 



But Sora responded calmly, drawing close to Shiro, who was sitting 
on the bench. 

“As long as the game is possible to win in principle, ‘lose’ isn’t in 
Blank’s dictionaiy.” 

“...Mm.” 

Shiro nodded in agreement, having just shut out a shogi app on the 
highest difficulty. 

—Then...Shiro turned, responding to something. The shadow that 
approached—it took a while to realize that it was Chlammy. 

“...Oh, crap, you don’t think she heard us?” 

Sora muttered in a voice only Shiro could hear, and Shiro nodded, 
as if to say, It’s okay. Then Chlammy’s first words backed it up. 

“—Let me ask you straight-out. Whose spies are you?” 

Sora sighed in relief inside. But, instead of showing it, he grinned. 

“Oh, you see, we’re actually from that country—ha, you think we’d 
answer? Are you stupid?” 

“—I won’t give you this country.” 

“I’m quite aware of that, ma’am. After all, yooouuu wanna give it 
to the Elllves, right?” 

“...No.” 

Though Sora continued his grinning provocation, Chlammy put it 
down with stern eyes. 

“I won’t give it to anyone. Our country belongs to us.” 

“_Hmmm?” 



To Sora’s My, I didn’t expect that prompt, Chlammy declared 
firmly: “I took Elfs help in order to guarantee humans a place to live 
—I’m sure you can’t imagine the complexity of the contracts I 
exchanged for this... As soon as we’ve secured the minimum territory 
we need—I will break with Elf.” 

—Holy crap... The urge to clutch his head in frustration was too 
great even for Sora to resist. Letting out a sincerely pained chuckle, he 
said: “You’re telling this plan to someone who might be a spy for 
another country? Are you stupid? Do you want to die?” 

But Chlammy glared at Sora with eyes full of confidence that could 
be seen even through the veil. 

"... Regardless of what country you’re spying for, there’s no chance 
you can beat me.” 

“—Hmmm, that’s some confidence you’ve got there.” 

“It’s just a fact. The magic of the world’s largest country, Elven 
Gard—the magic of the Elves—cannot be overcome by any race. 
That’s why, if you face this one greatest country head-on, you lose. 
There are no exceptions.” 

...Hm. 

“...If you still consider yourself Immanity—” 

Chlammy, softening her stern gaze, looking into Sora’s eyes. 

“If you still feel anything for this country, for Immanity, I want 
you to give up your spying and forfeit this match. I swear I will not 
allow the Elves to make me their puppet.” 

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As Sora quietly took in her words, she came to the brink of 
pleading. 



“—We can’t use magic, or even detect it—that’s us, Immanity.” 

From the expression hidden under the black veil, Chlammy let 
through a shade of anguish. 

“For us to survive in this world, we must obtain the right to live 
under the protection of a great country, and then abandon all contests 
and close ourselves off entirely—this is the only way. Surely you see?” 

...Hm. According to the Ten Covenants, the party challenged had 
the right to determine the game. Indeed, if they were to accept the 
help of the most powerful race and obtain a certain domain, refusing 
all contests and isolating themselves would be an efficient and 
effective strategy. In exchange for gaining nothing, they would lose 
nothing. It was like how, in shogi, the most powerful formation is 
one that doesn’t move. But, on the other hand— “...Hmm, I see... Not 
a bad plan. I see what you’re saying...” 

“Then you will forfeit this match for me...” 

As Chlammy closed her eyes gratefully— 

“But I 
refuse.” 

Sora responded with words that opened her eyes up. 

“—May I...hear your reasoning?” 

“Heh-heh, it’s like this...” 

Sora, drawing in his sister, who until now had been watching the 
proceedings from the side with a face betraying no emotion. 


One of Blank’s favorite things— 



““—is saying No to someone 
who thinks 

she has an overwhelming 
advantage...!”” 

Shiro joined with Sora’s line in harmony. At this statement, which 
was totally bizarre to Chlammy and Steph, who didn’t know the 
reference, the two could only stare speechless at the jubilant siblings. 

“Bwa-ha-ha! Number Four on my list of lines I wanted to try 
saying sometime—I got to say it in real life!” 

“...Brother, mad props.” 

As the siblings gave each other thumbs-up, Chlammy’s shoulders 
shook. Perhaps she took it as a provocation, or a sign that there was 
no room for negotiation. 

“—I wasted my time talking to you. As you wish, I shall twist you 
down by force... I’ll be waiting in the hall.” 

“Sure, sure. Make sure you bring that power you got by selling 
someone else your ass.” 

Sora watched Chlammy off, making a point of choosing the words 
to irritate her. 

“I-is that okay? I thought she did have a point...” 

Steph asked the question hesitantly, and Sora looked at her 
dumbfounded. 

“—Please, don’t you think it’s about time you learned to doubt 
people?” 



Sora counted up fingers. 

“One, just where’s the evidence that anything she said was true?” 

“Oh...” 

While Steph looked down as if she couldn’t deny the shame, Sora, 
heedless, carried on counting. 

“Two, if she has a certain route to victory, then why did she come 
to try to talk us into forfeiting?” 

“...Oh!” 

Steph raised her face as if she couldn’t miss this truth. 

“There is a one-in-a-million chance she’ll lose...so she has no 
certain route to victory ?!” 

So—it was just as Sora foresaw. Smiling at Steph’s rare correct 
answer, Sora raised his third and fourth fingers. 

“Three, if it is all true, we can’t trust the human race to an idiot 
who would reveal all that to someone she suspects is a foreign spy. 
And, four, if we let her see our hand, we’re finished. Got it?” 

Steph opened her mouth dumbly and nodded repeatedly. 

“Y-you put all that thought into that line...” 

...Never suspecting that it was a reference. Steph, sincerely 
reevaluating Sora, realized heat was rising to her face and shook it off 
as Sora cast his eyes to the direction Chlammy went—the path that 
led to the castle hall. 

“...Well, that’s not all it’s about. She’s—well, you are, too, but—” 

He turned his gaze to Shiro. Shiro nodded and they walked 
together. 



“—kind of underestimating us people.” 


The group returned to the hall. What they saw was a huge crowd 
filling it, as if they had been waiting forever. And, indeed, set up in 
front of the throne, a small table and a pair of chairs. And, on the 
table— “A chessboard...?” 

This time it was Sora’s turn to be confused. A game hiding Elf 
magic... He had considered many possible games—but he hadn’t 
expected chess. Because—just how were you supposed to cheat at 
chess? Sora found himself unable to wipe away misgivings, this 
having had gone over and to the side of his expectations. Still, 
Chlammy set in the opposing chair, explaining in a voice without 
emotion. 

“That’s right, it’s chess. However—it’s not just chess.” 

With that, she took out a small box and dumped the pieces on the 
board. 

—And then the thirty-two pieces, sixteen each for white and black, 
slid across the board on their own, taking their positions. As if—yes— 
“That’s right, it’s chess in which the pieces have will...” 

Chlammy, answering as if she had read Sora’s thoughts. 

“The pieces move automatically. All you have to do is command. 
And they will move as you command.” 

“.I see. That’s how it is.” 

—Now, this was an annoying game. Sora thought through all the 
cheats that seemed likely and clucked. 

“...What now, Shiro?” 

If it were normal chess, Shiro would win unconditionally. But only 



if it were normal chess. Moreover, it was certain that the opponent 
had hidden some kind of magic to cheat. 

“...Don’t worry... I won’t lose at chess.” 

Shiro boldly stepped forward. 

—But, first, Sora checked. 

“Hey, we can switch in the middle, right?” 

(((( 

Both Chlammy and Shiro looked doubtful. 

“Sorry, but we’re a two-in-one player. Plus, it seems that you’re the 
only one who knows all about this game, right? Down to its nooks 
and crannies, you know what I mean?” 

Sora talked while he futzed with his phone in his hand. Chlammy 
peered into Sora’s eyes as if to assess his intention. But Sora’s eyes 
shed no light on anything. 

—Anyone that dumb wouldn’t be able to hold up half of “ ”. 

“—As you like.” 

Whether she was concerned about the phone in Sora’s hand or 
wary that she’d not been able to read anything. Chlammy spoke as if 
spitting—but. 

“...Brother, you think I’m going to lose...?” 

Unexpectedly, the one who raised an argument—was one who was 
supposed to hold up the other half, his sister. 

“Shiro, don’t get too heated. If this were normal chess, there’s not a 
one-in-a-million chance you’d lose.” 


...Mm. 



Shiro nodded as if this was obvious. And Sora meant it from his 
heart. There’s no way she’d lose. 


-But. 


“This isn’t normal chess—even more so than she’s told us.” 


“Don’t forget. We’re two in one; together, we are the best. Okay?” 

“...I’m sorry. I’ll be careful...” 

“Super! Now go give ’em hell!” 

With that, he stroked Shiro’s head—and said in a whisper at her ear. 

“—I’ll figure out what her cheat is and how to counter it. 
Meanwhile, you kick her ass.” 

Shiro nodded once and slowly sat down at the table. Since the seat 
was a bit too low for young Shiro, she sat on her heels on top of it, in 
the traditional seiza floor-sitting style. 

“Are you done talking?—In that case, let’s begin; you may make 
the first move.” 


Shiro’s brow twitched at the obvious provocation. 

To Shiro, who dismissed chess as “just like tic-tac-toe,” this was 
equivalent to Chlammy saying she would let her win. Because chess, 
in principle, is a game in which the player who goes first will always 
win as long as she keeps making the best moves. The player who goes 
second can only draw if her opponent makes at least one mistake. 

“Pawn b 2 to b4.” 

The words of Shiro, slightly soured, began the game. The 




chessboard on which the pieces moved not in the players’ hands, but 
on their own in response to spoken commands. The pawn moved two 
spaces forward, as the rules permitted only on its first move. 

—But Chlammy had said that the pieces had will. It couldn’t be just 
that they moved on their own—. Heedless of Sora’s such 
contemplation, Chlammy murmured quietly. 

“Pawn Seven, forward.” 

The next moment—the pawn that had been named— -moved 

three spaces forward. 

“““-Whaa?!””” 


Sora exclaimed as the crowd resounded with a murmur. 

“The pieces have will— didn’t I tell you?” 

Chlammy formed a thin grin and explained. 

“The pieces move in response to a player’s charisma, authority, 
leader ship... reflecting her qualifications as a monarch— don’t you 
think it’s a game well suited to decide the actual monarch?” 

“-Tsk!” 


Sora clucked his toungue—but remained unperturbed... 

“...Pawn d 2 to d3.” 

...Shiro played on calmly, straightforwardly. 

“Oh, is that all? You’re taking your time, aren’t you?” 

...But, once Shiro got into a game, provocation was useless. One 
mustn’t forget that though she had had help from her brother, her 
overwhelming concentration had even beaten a god. 

.And. In fact. 




Without agitation at Chlammy’s continued seemingly illegal moves. 
And without any risks, Shiro continued to move her pieces— “...No 
way.” 

This was mumbled by Steph, watching the match from beside Sora. 
But it must have been what everyone in the castle was thinking in 
their hearts. When Chlammy was moving her pieces in a manner 
nigh impossible to predict—. Just how was it possible to start to 
corner her ? The hall filled with hubbub. Shiro responded to the pieces’ 
outrageous movements with divine command. An inhuman calm 
that made one think, This is what it means to be clear as a lake. 

“U-unbelievable... She’s overpowering an opponent who’s 
practically ignoring the rules?” 

“Yeah.” 

However, Sora had a calm view of the situation himself. 

“But that’s nothing worth getting so worked up about.” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s like in shogi—well, I don’t know if you have it in this world, 
but anyway. An elite player can play without rook, bishop, golds, 
silvers, knights, or lances—in other words, just with king and pawns , 
and still shut their opponent down... The difference between a master 
and an intermediate player isn’t a gap that can be closed by breaking 
a few rules.” 

Having said that. 

“—However.” 

There was still a certain something Sora feared. If, just as 
Chlammy had said, the key to this game was that the pieces had 
will... And then—his fear forthwith became reality. 


Pawn Five, forward.” 



Shiro’s pawn, thus commanded— 

—still did not move. 

“...Uh?” 

For the first time since the beginning of the match, confusion arose 
on Shiro’s face. Steph looked likewise confused, but in contrast Sora 
was calm. 

“—Yep, there it is.” 

Sora clucked as his prediction hit the mark. So. The key was that in 
this version of chess, the pieces could move disregarding the rules if 
you had charisma—but that wasn’t it. It was that if you didn’t have 
enough charisma, the pieces wouldn’t move. A strategy that wouldn’t 
normally work if the pieces were real soldiers—namely: “So, you can’t 
sacrifice.” 

—No soldier normally would gladly die for everyone. It was a 
maneuver that only became possible with a thorough structure and 
system of command—or by morale equivalent to insanity. And, if the 
avenue of “sacrifice” was closed off— “-” 

Shiro bit her nails and began to think long for the first time. 

...Yes—this would greatly limit future tactics. However, the soldiers 
of the thinly smiling Chlammy kept moving, in perfect order. 

...Though Shiro had been on top, it did not take long for her to 
begin to be cornered. 

—The situation had worsened in a flash. Their morale lost, the 
pieces ignored her commands yet further, and Shiro began to grow 
irritable. With the commander’s irritation relaying itself to the troops, 
a vicious circle formed—. 

...In such a situation, there could be no hope. 



66 | 99 

It must have hit her—her chance to win had vanished. 

But—it was enough. Shiro had kept up the match as she allowed 
Sora to focus on observing. Dead eyes, full of self-derision —no matter 
how you looked at it, she had no charisma. The movements of 
Chlammy’s pieces were more than enough to tell him the truth 
behind the cheating. 

—Sora put his hand on his sister’s head and spoke. 

“Shiro, my turn.” 


His sister’s eyes could not be seen beyond the long, white hair over 
her sunken face. Y et it could be inferred that they contained traces of 
tears. 

—It was only natural. “ ” couldn’t have a loss. Especially not at 
chess, at which the sister had never lost once. 

“.Brother...I’m sorry.” 

“—What’s wrong?” 

“.I...lost...I’m...sor...iy.” 

With that, Shiro put her face into her brother’s chest. But Sora 
hugged her head and spoke. 

“Huh? What are you talking about; we haven’t lost yet.” 


“The two of us together make Blank—until I lose, we haven’t lost.” 

Sora’s words drew Shiro’s eyes up. His face was full of his usual 
brazen confidence—that there was no way they could fail. 






“And, besides, this isn’t chess —when have you ever beat me at this 
game?” 

“...Uh?” 

“Aw, just watch—this game is my territory.” 

Gwoosh, gwoosh. Sora rubbed the tears from the eyes of his sister, 
invisible behind her bangs. Her expression was hidden below her 
head, but it still appeared to be downcast. The sister made as if to 
withdraw from the seat as she was guided—but then Sora stopped 
her. 











“Such a crybaby. A little girl abandoning a game in the middle, and 
an easygoing brother who thinks he can catch up now... It looks like 
you two certainly do have the qualities of a monarch. Albeit a very 
foolish one.” 

The words of Chlammy were disregarded. As Sora lifted up his 
sister, who was about to withdraw. 

“ VI” 


Shiro flinched at being suddenly lifted. 

—Sora lifted up his sister, who was too light even for a girl of 
eleven. He then sat at the table and settled her on his lap. 

(( 

“Didn’t I say the two of us are Blank? Stay here. And help me out if 
I lose my cool.” 

Sora opened his mouth heedless of his sister’s blank stare. With a 
smile, yet with infinite creepiness, Sora put words to Chlammy. 

Namely: 

“Hey, bitch.” 

“—Could it be...that you mean to address me?” 

“I’m gonna take you down along with those cheats you sold every 
orifice in your body to the good old Elves for, so you’d better start 
thinking how you’re gonna word your apology—making my sister cry 
is gonna cost you dearly, you whore.” 

Chlammy’s cheek twitched slightly, but paying no heed. Sora faced 
the board. Drew in a long, long breath—and. 


“Attention—all—troooops! ” 




To say nothing of the sister on his lap. All the people in the castle 
hall plugged their ears as Sora shouted so as to shake the walls. 


“To those who prove their valor in this 



on my royal authority I shall grant the right to bang 


once the woman ofyourfancyl ” 

-The castle was overtaken by a silence like the bottom of the 

sea. The meanings of the silence—doubt, contempt, disbelief. But Sora 
carried on all the same. 

“Moreover! To those of you soldiers who fight on the front 
lines and emerge victorious, I shall exempt you from further 
military duty, and from taxes for the rest of your lives! I 
guarantee you a stipend from the national treasury! 
Therefore—virgins, die not! And those of you with families, 
with loved ones awaiting you—all of you men must come 
back alive!” 

The unsurpassably vulgar speech cast a stiller silence over the 
castle. 

-But. From the chessboard. 

“ H ooooooooooooooo!! ” 

—Such a battle cry resounded. As if in an inverse proportion, the 
crowd cringed violently. But the speech was still not over. 

“Men, soldiers! Heed well my words! This fight is for us—for Elkia, 
for humans! This fight will determine into whose hands falls this city, 
our last fortress—the fate of mankind hangs in the balance! Open 
your ears! Open your eyes; is it right-” 


Pointing fiercely to his opponent—to Chlammy, he shouted. 





“—to entrust the throne of this country to this corpselike, softheaded 
harlot\” 

“Wha-” 

Ignoring the speechless Chlammy, he grabbed the morosely 
hanging head of his sister. He moved aside her bangs to show her 
face. 

The long, white albino hair parted to reveal skin as white as snow 
and eyes as red as rubies, deep enough to suck you in—yet tinged with 
sadness. 

“If we are victorious, she will be queen! Yes, she who just now—out 
of care for all of you!—hardened her heart to lead you to victory, and 
shed tears from that same heart when you rejected her orders as 
merciless! I shall ask but once— 

“-do you yet call yourselves men?” 

And, without pausing, he sent orders to a pawn. 

“Tell the Seventh Pawn Company! The enemy encroaches from the 
front! If we hold our ground, we shall be trapped and flanked— Rush 
on and take the rear!—Seize the initiative!” 

With this, as if carried along with his cry. The pawn moved forward 
two spaces, and then went on behind the enemy pawn— and smashed 
it. 


“Wha—How could that—?!” 

As Chlammy lost her composure, Sora smirked back broadly and 
spoke. 

“What’s this, what’s this? It’s just what you were doing; is there 
something strange about it?” 


—Hnck!” 



On Sora’s lap, however, his sister mumbled. 

“...But, if this were a real war...with this, the troops would be worn 
out...couldn’t move for a while.” 

“Yes, it’s just as you say—Second Cavalry Squadron! Waste not the 
path to life the Seventh Pawn Company has carved! Protect the 
heroes who have carved this path with everything you have!” 

And, without waiting for his opponent to take her turn, he fired off 
yet another notice. 

“And, finally, the king and queen! Which means us, but anyway— 
get out there on the front!” 

—This command, far-flung from the conventions of chess, opened 
not only the crowd’s eyes, but even Shiro’s. And that wasn’t all. 

“H-hey, hold on! What you think you’re doing, skipping my—!” 

—This objection from Chlammy was met by Sora with the eyes 
used to pity a stray dog. 

“Huh? Are you stupid? In a real war, who the hell waits for his 
opponent’s turn?” 

To begin with, the pieces were moving. Which meant his 
commands were accepted. 

“If you’re worried about your turn, all you have to do is send 
commands faster than me, Miss Dunderhead. V” 

Sora, shooting back at her as if to say, You got a problem, tell it to 
the chessboard. He pouring out sophistry like it was as easy as 
breathing. But—in fact, the pieces were moving. Which meant there 
was no foul. In which case— 

“Nggk—Pawn Companies, advance in order! Build a wall!!” 


Chlammy, hastily shooting off orders to fight back. Instantly, Sora 



spun it against her. 


“Ah! Behold these heartless cowards who hide themselves behind a 
wall of men!” 

Even mixing in flamboyant gestures, Sora’s acting was that of a 
natural as he shouted on. 

“What kind of king, what kind of queen, forces their soldiers to fight 
on the front while they sit back in the rear! A king, a queen—a ruler 
should be one who shows their people the way!—All of you, follow us, 
you proud knights, bishops, and rooks! Now is the time to show deeds 
worthy of your names! Support the pawns, and bring them to 
promotionl” 

—Slandering his opponent’s strategy, he exploited it to boost morale. 
His speech modeled after real-world propaganda rallied the pieces to 
move rapidly. 

And once more he spoke to Chlammy—and, consequently, the 
pieces she led. 

“Hm—using the Elves’ magic to boost your own army’s morale —in 
terms of a real war you might call it—brainwashing?” 

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Chlammy’s expression moved slightly. If she thought her slip-up 
wouldn’t reveal that he was dead-on, she underestimated the man 
named Sora. 

“I see. It’s difficult to prove, yet overwhelmingly advantageous in 
the progress of this game. The more of a master your opponent is at 
chess, the less she’ll be able to predict the movements of your pieces, 
and, unable to sacrifice her pieces, she’ll be thrown into disarray...” 

Putting his hand on his sister’s head. 

“However, you made a big mistake.” 



Then he rang out with another speech. 


“In all of history, since time immemorial, there has not been one 
case of a wise monarch who controlled their army through 
oppression; the truth is, people will only fight for what is right—and, 
in this world , there is only one thing that is absolutely rightl” 

His sister, whose eyes were usually listlessly half-closed. Now 
subjected to a series of events that made her eyes open wide. He 
showed that fac e—with eyes fully open, of a beautiful girl who 
enchanted everyone who saw her. 

“Soldiers, you stand before your queen! If you call yourselves men, 
bring no more tears to these eyes!” 

—As if in response. Once more from the board came a skin-shaking 
roar. 

“—That’s right... Cute is the sole absolute law of this world.” 

Embracing his sister on his lap, Sora said it boldly. The board alone 
echoed back, creating a chilling imbalance with the hall—but that 
was disregarded. For the people of this world, ignorant of war, could 
not know. 

—The reason men put their lives on the line to fight was the same 
in any world. It was for those they loved. It was for the honor to 
attract those they loved. Put bluntly, without decoration: 

—It was for sexy time... and that alone... 

“!—Pawn Five! Smash the enemy knight!” 

The pawn commanded by Chlammy moved to attack his knight— 
but Sora held his sister on one side, stood from his chair, waved his 
arm, and shouted: 

“Honored knights, will you allow your knighthoods bestowed upon 
you by the grace of your queen to be overthrown by common 



infantry? In the name of your queen, and on your knighthood, I 
permit you not to die! You face mere footmen; they know no skill but 
backstabbing! Turn, step back, and hold the line— clear a path by 
your sword and your shieldl” 

With that, the pawn that should have been attacking not only failed 
to capture the knight—hut was pulverized just before it could. 

Whaaaaaaa?! ”” 

Not just Chlammy, but also Steph, and in fact the whole castle cried 
out in surprise. Even so, it went unheard. Sora shouted on as if he 
were really standing on the battleground. 

“Well you have withstood; well you have stood your ground, proud 
knight! This is what it means to be a sword of the people!—But now 
you may rest your sword for a time and enjoy your leave! I pledge on 
my name that those who achieve on this battlefield will be rewarded 
as they deserve!” 

And so the knight—the mere piece. Turned to face Sora—no...his 
king. Tipped as to bow—and vanished from the board, moving to the 
corner of the table. 

—At this phenomenon unheard-of in chess, two pieces taking each 
other out, Chlammy had no words, while Sora answered mockingly. 

“Heh-heh-heh, you fool. This version of chess is a simulation of real 
war, yes? I’ve never lost at Civ or Daisenryaku— did you think that 
you could defeat me at this game, which is just an outdated version of 
the same?” 

Correct—it wasn’t chess. It was a strategy game. Magic to maintain 
morale—well, well, quite a useful spell. But something like that was 
only on the level of a status modifier like a Social Policy or World 
Wonder. And—he already knew well the weakness of such modifiers. 
Namely, that her play style would come to depend on them—. And if 
he could see her play style—he couldn’t lose. 



“Third Pawn Company! Now is your chance—take the enemy 
bishop!” 

Sora shouting orders with conviction, just going for the mate, his 
pieces moving loyally. But before the bishop— 

—The pawn turned black. 

“““_Wha?!””” 

The crowd raised their voices in astonishment. It was already a 
familiar sight. But now, for the first time— Sora was part of it. Sora’s 
countenance revealed to Chlammy that this turn of events was 
clearly unexpected. She smirked...thinly and darkly, and spoke: 

“‘Brainwashing’—what an interesting expression you use. 
Brainwashing is certainly an option, in regards such as this.” 

Another piece that tried to attack was forcibly turned black. 

Forced brainwashing— that meant that all attacks from his side 
would be sealed off. 

...Crap. 

-Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap! 

Sora managed not to show it on his expression, but he realized he’d 
made a fatal error. Her cheat being maintaining insane morale— was 
what he’d assumed ! 

—It was just the mistake he had haughtily criticized Steph for a few 
days back, and now he’d done it himself. He’d failed—he’d failed he’d 
failed he’d failed he’d failed he’d failed! It was an obvious, epic fail! 
Once his enemy was cornered, bereft of room to care about 
appearances... Once she was losing for the loss, she might be prepared 
to expose her use of magic—once she was already losing, she might 
try the cheats that originally shouldered her with a risk of getting 
caughtl (Why didn’t I think of it—I’m such a dolt!) 




“—All troops, retreat! The enemy is using brainwashing magic; stay 
away!” 

Under Sora’s overpowering direction, even the pieces that weren’t 
supposed to be able to retreat started retreating with all the others, 
but. 

“Heh-heh, you think you’re a battlefield king? This king is quite a 
poseur, trying to bring up the rear himself!” 

Under the command of Chlammy, crowing at the sight of victory, 
the enemy descended upon the king—i.e., Sora. Specifically, the 
enemy queen. 

“Take that king’s head, Queen! It’s checkmate!” 

“...Brother!” 

As the hall filled with noise, even Shiro felt a threat and raised her 
voice. But—Sora pronounced to the oncoming piece. 

“—0 Queen, I entreat you to lay down your sword...for you are- 
beautiful.” 


“““._What?””” 

The crowd, Chlammy, even Shiro gaped. As Sora spoke heated, 
passionate nothings to the piece—the queen. 

“O Queen. Do you serve that king of your own accord, or are you 
trapped by circumstances—in any case, I would that you might ask 
your heart. Is yon king truly a king worthy of your service?” 

Like a first-rate stage actor. With the sweet voice of the playboy of 
the century, Sora put together an elegant line of words. Truly as if he 
were a young, handsome monarch on the battlefield. 

“That king who brainwashes his soldiers, his people, to use them as 




his swords, his tools—to say nothing of putting you in front to bear 
the arrows as he cowers at the back: Does he merit your beauty, or 
your sword? O Queen, whose beauty I have but glimpsed on this field 
where strange fate has pit us against each other, I beseech you to lay 
down your sword and see—your people, those you should protect— 
your king! Where are they!” 

—Clank—. With the sound of a sword falling to the ground. 

—This time, the black queen turned white. 

The crowd, still left agape, could no longer even make a sound. All 
that was left was Chlammy, who was speechless, and Sora, who just 
chuckled. 

“_.Wha_!” 

“Heh-heh-heh, romance simulation games are one of the few 
genres I’m better than my sister at.” 

“_You little...!” 

As Chlammy gnashed her teeth, the crowd sighed as if relieved. 
Seeing that Sora had done the same thing as the enemy, evening the 
match once more—that was probably why. 

—But that was wrong. So very wrong. This—Sora was only able to 
do because he was the king and the enemy was the queen. But 
Chlammy—it was hard to say exactly, but it looked as if she could use 
any piece to brainwash another. While this side was still sealed off 
from attacking, the enemy carried on attacking freely. What lay 
ahead was nothing less than certain defeat. 

—What to do. What to do what to do Sora—virgin, eighteen—! Sora 
put everything he had into holding up the unconcerned smirk floating 
on his face. With all his soul and fire, he looked for a way to somehow 
break the impasse. No—more accurately, he’d found a way. There is— 
a way. Strictly speaking, there is... But will she fall for it?! 





—It would be a wild gamble. If it were successful, he’d get by for 
now. But, if he blew it—his last chance at victory would be gone. 
Compared to the risk of placing the bet, the reward would be all too 
transient— should he still lay it on the table? As Sora spun around his 
thoughts, in time compressed by excess secretion of 
neurotransmitters. 

Now, this time, Shiro. Softly enclosed her brother’s face...in her two 
small hands. 

“_Wha...?” 

The sudden sensation of warmth on his cheeks made his body want 
to leap. But Shiro peered into Sora’s eyes and continued quietly. 

“...You said...if you lost your cool, I should help you.” 

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“...Together...we are Blank...” 
Yeah... 


“—Yeah, we are...” 

“.It’s okay.” 

—Y ou think she’ll fall for it? To the silent question of the brother’s 
eyes, the sister slightly, yet strongly...nodded. Once. 

—That’s right, Shiro—this genius girl—the sister he was so proud of, 
had at a point outplayed an opponent unbound by rules that yet 
constricted her. Only by reading her opponent’s—Chlammy’s—moves 
could she do such a thing. She may have been greatly the inferior of 
her brother in mind games and diplomacy—but Sora reminded 
himself. 

—Don’t forget. His sister had defeated a god. 

That sister, by pure reading of moves, had stated unequivocally that 





she’d fall for it. Then all he had to do was trust his sister and form a 
strategy on that premise! 

And so—Chlammy, shoulders shaking. 

“Knight! Slay the traitor queen!” 

-She fell for it. She stepped right in—to the trap. The black 

knight commanded trembled as if conflicted, and then—. Turned 
white. 

“H— how.. .Wh-what did you do?\” 

—This was it. This was the one way out. If Chlammy really did 
mean to fight for the human race, it was the one thing she couldn’t 
take: It was her reaction to betrayal. And the fact that she still 
assumed that our heroes were cheating... Here it was: the only 
scenario that could lead to victory. Oh, that’s my sister. He told her 
by stroking her head, and she closed her eyes in pleasure like a cat. 

And so, as if all things were preordained, Sora let out an impudent 
grin and spoke. 

“King, foolish king. To order your subjects to kill their queen...Cruel 
commands are not well given. Perhaps you should cool your head. 
Those shoulders, shaking in anger—they are not fit to show your 
people.” 

“Y ou —dam ned traitor ...! ” 

Chlammy believed Sora to be cheating using the technology of 
another country—to be selling out his own people. Her face no longer 
bore that corpselike sense of helplessness, or of responsibility, but only 
rage. In contrast, Sora’s face was bold, brazen, and full of ease. 

...Who could have guessed it? That at that very moment, Sora 
himself felt his heart pounding hard enough to rupture, his mind in 
total mobilization. In his brain, he dug up all the knowledge he had 
yet acquired, through quiz games, through history games. All the 




wars he could possibly be expected to know of, and he simulated 
them. 

—Indeed, the situation had not improved a bit. This wasn’t a trick 
he could pull off indefinitely. It was only a bluff to buy time as the 
enemy fell into paranoia. If he were to charge defiantly onto the 
offensive, everything would be balanced on a tightrope demanding 
too-precise calculation. In that case—he could only find a way to win 
without fighting- 

Win without fighting? 


—And, thus. In the midst of a situation tantamount to certain 
defeat. In the back of Sora’s mind, a ray of light was finally found. 

“—Shiro. Take command of the troops. Can you run them around 
so they won’t be brainwashed by the enemy?” 

“...That’s easy.” 

His sister gave a firm salute, not needing to hear the reason, and 
took command. 

—This, again, was a wild gamble. However, this time, if successful, 
it meant certain victory. To draw victory from the situation—there 
were only two ways. Ways in which Sora knew one could win 
without fighting—and they were. 

“O Queen-” 

Leaving his sister to lash out the orders, Sora spoke to the former 
enemy queen, now on his side. 

“I dream not to ask you—nor those proud knights who lay down 
their swords out of love for you—to turn your blades on your 
brethren. This battle, this situation...already, anyone’s eyes can see it 
for a vain butchery—while your king—already boils in the depths of 




madness.” 


Then Sora, in about the time a clock’s second hand takes to move 
once. Turned through tens of thousands of words in his brain, and 
embarked on the seduction of a lifetime. 

“Your people belong to you—already, I believe there is none but you 
to lead your people in the place of the frenzied, mad king— is this not 
the truth?” 

As for Sora’s speech and its intent—no one in the castle, not even 
Chlammy, could comprehend it. And so the castle hushed, as had 
happened many times so far. Something beyond imagination was 
about to happen— that they waited for in silence. And—finally, was it 
a result that answered their expectations? 

The queen which had been black—which now was white. 

—This time, turned red. 

And, in continuity, almost every black piece on the front line 
turned red. 

“_Huhh?!” 

The cry came from Chlammy alone. The rest of the crowd must not 
have been able to grasp what had happened. However, Sora’s speech 
continued—and finally made it clear. 

“I celebrate your independence, O brave, admirable queen! You 
champions of justice, who have overcome brainwashing to follow 
your queen! I ask you not to slay your brethren! But they themselves 
surely wish not to slay you! It is you who must put an end to the 
oppression of this mad king, who brainwashes his people and robs 
them of their freedom!” 

Indeed, it was. The spark of insurrection—the emergence of a third 
force. 



“What I seek is not blood! It is what everyone seeks—yea, I seek 
peace! I would that our sides sheathe their swords; I shall not permit 
this bloodshed to go on!” 

At this speech, the side of the red queen was joined by more and 
more red pieces. 

—They might not hesitate to harm their enemies. But. 

“—Y-you... No matter! Execute all renegades!” 

Chlammy, raging without grasping the meaning, once more- 
walked into a trap. 

“Another mistake, fool king. It is a universal truth, since time 
immemorial, that armed suppression of insurrection—is the worst 
move.” 

—Even if they would harm their enemies, the comrades with whom 
they had fought—regardless of brainwashing magic—would not be so 
easy to slay. Indeed, just as Sora had spoken, the pieces ordered by 
Chlammy turned red, one after another. 

“—Wha... You... What is this; what is your trick!” 

Chlammy had gone so far as to call on the power of elves to protect 
the human race. Her emotions regarding her own betrayal 
strengthened and stole away her composure. Meanwhile. 

“...All troops, aid the red queen forces... Form a circle... Let...no one 
die.” 

Shiro took Sora’s cue and issued appropriate directions to 
incorporate the red pieces into their battle strategy. But not really. 
Really she was just making it hard for Chlammy’s army to attack by 
using the red queen forces as a shield. But she papered over that with 
words, and manipulated the red queen’s pieces to create a situation in 
which no one could get an attack through. 



—The result. 


“-!—You treasonous swine!” 

Chlammy ground her teeth and spewed bile. Yes—the result was 
that that the battle deadlocked. 

“—Hey, mad king, I mean, ‘brainwashing king,’ have you heard?” 

Sora explained with a smile as if this was what he had been aiming 
for all along. 

“In real wars—you don’t necessarily have to capture the king to 
win, you know? Come on, you already have no chance to win. 
Neither of us can do anything in this state—it’s time for you to 
resign.” 

Sparking an insurrection to split the nation’s forces and forcing a 
truce from the overwhelmingly superior position this afforded: This 
was one of the ways Shiro knew to win without fighting. It probably 
appeared to the crowd that all of this was planned from the 
beginning. At the brilliant turnabout, the castle heated up, and a 
feverish roar resounded. 

—Excluding one person. Yes—Chlammy alone glared daggers at 
Sora. She snickered. 

“Heh-heh...heh-heh-heh... Don’t underestimate me—I’ll never hand 
over this country!” 

It was a cackle like that of a true mad king. As the furor of the 
castle hushed, Chlammy gave her orders. 

“All troops, lay down your lives and take the enemy king’s head...All 

you have to do is follow my orders- -just cut down all traitors in 

your path.” 

It couldn’t be detected by Sora—by Immanity. But the 
brainwashing magic must have grown even stronger. Unsettlingly, 




quietly, the black army began to advance. As did the red pieces, and 
the white pieces. The lines of pieces emanating the clear feeling that 
they were going to wipe out everything without regard, the castle 
swallowed. 

“...Brother, this is what happens...when you back a weakened 
enemy into a corner.” 

As even his sister pointed it out with a trace of cold sweat. Even so, 
Sora smiled back. 

“I know—that’s why I did it.” 

Crik- 

The sound came out of nowhere. The black king, Chlammy’s king. 

—Developed a crack. 

Uh—wha-what?” 

As the crack spread through the black king. And Chlammy watched 
in shock, not knowing what was going on, Sora told her plainly. 

“Dictators of continual oppression, subjugation by fear, and 
brainwashing—it’s a funny thing.” 

This was —the second way Shiro knew to win without fighting. 

“It works when you’re winning, but once you start losing, 
universally, for some reason, such leaders’ fates are always sealed in 
the same way.” 

...Namely. 

“It has held true for time immemorial: Their fate is sealed by 
assassination by someone close to them , who’s not even a combat 
unit.” 


—A historical fact of the world they came from, repeated endlessly. 



The brainwashing expanded in scope; appearances were abandoned. 
Becoming vilified as a despot, being run to the edge of defeat. 
Commanding as a mad king, and thus— self-destructing. 

And so, watching the cracked-apart black king crumble. Everyone 
in the castle. Even Chlammy stood stunned. 

“Sony, our world isn’t as nice a place as this one.” 

Victorious, rising from the seat, Sora and Shiro. 

“—When it comes to conflict and slaughter, compared to you, we’re 
seasoned experts.” 

And then he heaved a single great sigh. Sora exchanged a quick 
high five with Shiro, and his eyes grew distant. Their old world. 
Squinting as if to look at it far, far off. 

“But here, it ends with a game. This is a fine world...” 

...So he murmured. 


“W-wow...” 

—The scene of victory was overwhelming, dazzling. Amidst the 
cheers that shook the entire castle, it was Steph who whispered. The 
cheering spectators probably didn’t understand the underlying truth. 
Steph alone did. Not to say she understood all of the siblings’ tactics 
and statements. Since she had no way of knowing what their world 
was like. But. She knew that that girl—Chlammy—had received 
powerful Elven backup. That the game that had just unfolded hid 
their cheating magic. And, in the end, that they had faced that magic 
head-on and broken through. This meant—albeit indirectly—that 
they had faced the world’s largest country, Elven Gard, and defeated 
them. That mere humans had triumphed over a magic-using race. 
An accomplishment with not a single precedent in the history that 


Steph knew of. And, therefore— 

“.Are they really human?” 

In awe—even fear, she couldn’t help but whisper this. In contrast to 
the uproar of the audience, the vanquished Chlammy looked down in 
silence. As the siblings slid away from the table without a second 
glance at her. And as they walked up to Steph, Steph, for a moment— 
didn’t know what to do. 

—Because they’d brought down face-on an enemy that cheated 
with magic, and they weren’t even showing triumph. 

” doesn’t lose...— 

When the two stood there as if to prove this, without surprise at 
their victory, what was she supposed to say? But—with no inkling of 
the conflict within Steph, Sora spoke playfully. 

“—Does this do it for you?” 

“.Uh?” 

“Now no one’s gonna call your grandfather—the old king—a fool, 
right?” 

“_Oh...” 

“If, without anyone’s backing, we, the strongest of the humans, 
became the monarch —that means he was wise.” 

“...Now, Elkia...won’t die; aren’t... you glad...Steph?” 

Searching for words, at a loss. She did think back to all the things 
they’d done to her. But the result more than made up for it all. Dew 
droplets welled up in her eyes as she decided to admit it out loud. 

“Thank you...I’m so—grateful to you...ooh—” 

Choking up a bit, Steph wondered if she was clearly 





understandable. But Shiro stretched up and patted her on the head. It 
was not possible any longer for Stephanie Dola to hold back the tears. 







—And with that. 


“.Hey.” 

Chlammy’s mumble fell out and was erased by the cheers roaring 
through the castle. But, in the ears of Sora, Shiro, and Steph alone, it 
rang cold. 

“Just tell me... What manner of trick did you use?” 

With these cold, low words, Chlammy pierced Sora with a scowl, 
and continued. 

“Yes, it’s true. I accepted the help of the Elves. As the only way for 
humans to survive. And now you’ve ruined it. Now answer me, 
whose spies are you? Certainly you don’t mean to tell me that a mere 
human was able to defeat elven magic!” 

From her perspective, he was a loathsome enemy who had sold out 
Immanity. As Chlammy interrogated Sora with eyes full of hate, 
Steph swallowed—but the siblings. 

“I do, and, actually , I did.” 

“...You got a problem?” 

The cheers roaring through the castle subsided as Sora walked back 
toward Chlammy. 

“You know, I did mean it when I said that your plan wasn’t bad, 
and if you could prove your story was true about getting Elven help 
for the sake of Immanity, I could have even stepped down.” 

“Then why—!” 

“But I don’t like the way you think.” 

Sora looked down at Chlammy with a scornful gaze that was no 
act. 




“If it’s ‘We’re gonna use the Elves and claw our way up,’ that’s one 
thing, but when you’re saying, ‘We can’t even survive without the 
protection of the great Elves,’ that seemed just a little too pathetic, 
and it kinda pissed me off.” 

“—Hasn’t that been proven? The limits of Immanity, by history, by 
the present we’re in!” 

While Chlammy looked at him as if to imply, How can you talk 
when I know you cheated, too? 

“Those are the limits of those dudes who made history; they sure 
ain’t our limits...” 

With these nasty words, he smiled. 

“Humans have their own way of doing things. Like, yeah—the way 
we won because you always believed that we were cheating to the 
end” 

Now swallowing, looking back at the match, Chlammy. She’d been 
totally wrapped up in uncovering the ruse they were using, but what 
if. What if there had never been any ruse in the first place —? 

“That...can’t be... A mere human—couldn’t possibly...com pete with 
magic.” 

“If that’s what you think, that’s fine; that’s your limit.” 

And Sora squinted. 

“Whether the opponent be elven or a god, the word ‘lose’ isn’t in 
Blank’s dictionary.” 

With that—as if to signify that her pride had been sullied—Sora took 
hold of Chlammy’s chin and peeled off the black veil. Then looking 
straight into her eyes, Sora for the first time showed faint anger 
lurking in his own—and he spoke. 



Don’t —underestimate humans like that.” 


.Those words hushed everyone in the castle. They echoed and 

spread, as if soaking into their hearts. As if to rend the chains that 
bound them as inadequate humans. As if piercing an epoch of 
darkness with a single ray of light. 

—As if lighting the lamp of a quiet hope in their hearts. 

—Then, a word fell from Chlammy’s mouth as well. 

“Wuh_” 

“...Wuh?” 

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

“Whoa! What the hell?!” 

Suddenly, Chlammy dropped to the floor and started wailing. Sora, 
not knowing what to do, took a step back in surprise—and who could 
blame him. 

“Waaaah, you’re so stupid; I hate you! Don’t you know...how hard, 
hie, it—it was to make contracts so I could get the Elves and then 
trash them... I-I-I-I-I wasn’t underestimating anything; I was 
serious! Waaah...” 

As Chlammy spilled out big tears, opened her mouth wide, and 
bawled, everyone was astonished. Whether it was the reaction from 
the load on her being removed, or whether that was her real 
personality —in any case, it seemed it was universally agreed in every 
world that there’s nothing you can do about crying children. 

“...Brother...made a girl...cry...” 

“Hey, wait, it’s my fault?!” 

“Waaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh...stupid...jerk...just diiie...” 




The crowd, who until just recently had been roaring in victory, now 
just looked vaguely on at Chlammy as she hurled insults between 
childish sobs- 













CHAPTER 4 


GRANDMASTER 

Chlammy wailed: Stupid jerk, I hate you, I’ll never give in, I’ll show 
everyone about you—etc., to the end, and finally left as if running 
away. 

“Good grief... What’s the point if even humans themselves start 
underestimating humans...?” 

At Sora’s words of vexation, the castle once again was enveloped in 
acclamation. 

—A victory too complete to question. A victory that showed 
everyone unmistakably the promise of the humans’ new monarch. 
Cheers thundered throughout the Great Hall and carried forward the 
steps of the elderly official with crown in hand. 

“Well, then—your name is Sora, correct?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Will you accept the crown of the Kingdom of Elkia?” 

But Sora announced back decisively. 

“No.” 

And, bringing his sister close, he said with a smile: 

“Together, we are Blank—we two are the monarch.” 

This had been mentioned during the chess match as well. The 




crowd raised their voices higher—celebrating the birth of a new king 
and a little queen. 


-But. 

“—Unfortunately, that is not possible.” 
“-Huh?” 


The cheers halted at the official’s words. 

“Wha? Uh, why not?” 

“The Ten Covenants stipulate that ‘an agent plenipotentiary’ be 
established. There cannot be two.” 

The buzzing hall, the siblings looking at each other. Sora pondered 
fretfully, scratched his head, furrowed his brow...and spoke. 

“...I see. Uh, so, we’ll split roles and have me take this on, yeah?” 

“.Ng.” 

Setting down his sister, who groaned minutely, Sora turned back to 
face the official. 

“Then we’ll resume— ahem. I hereby crown Sora the 205th 
monarch of the Kingdom of Elkia—if any among you object, speak 
now! If not, your silence shall—” 

—But someone who could not hold her peace interrupted, raising 
her hand. 

“...Mm.” 

Long white hair. A girl through whose bangs peeped ruby-red eyes 
—but seriously. 


Uh, Shiro?” 




“...I have an objection.” 

“Umm, pardon, my sister? Whatever do you speak of?” 

“...If you become king...you can build a harem.” 

“_What?” 

Though Sora answered as if he didn’t believe his ears, still Shiro 
scrunched her face as if about to cry and spoke. 

“...And then you won’t.need...me.” 

Paying no attention to the bewildered audience, flustered to an 
improbable degree, Sora spoke. 

“Hey! Heyheyhey, wait wait that’s ridiculous! You and I, together 
we’re one team, right! It’s just for formality’s sake; I’ll be the king 
technically, but it’s not like—” 

“...But you’ll be—the king... I’ll be just there. It can be only one...so 


After she smudged off her tears with her arm, there were no more 
tears. 

“...It’ll be-me.” 


In the sister’s unemotional eyes dwelled a clear will to fight. As they 
pierced her brother with a declaration of war— 

“_Huh?” 

Sora, on the other end of that stare, changed his own expression. 

“Hey now... My darling, precious sister. It’s rare to hear you tell 
jokes; how’s the weather in hell?” 

Grinning with his usual frivolous attitude. But with a clear hostility 
in his tone of voice. 





“See what happens if a thousand-ships-level beauty like you 
becomes queen. You’re too innocent. You might get taken in by some 
sweet-talking bum—your brother can’t let you be queen.” 

Though Sora faced Shiro spewing the ultimate doting-brother lines. 
Contrary to his words that suggested almost-smothering love, there 
was no hint of a smile in his eyes. 

“...No, Brother, you can’t be king—that’s final.” 

“—Bring it on, then. ’Cause your brother’s not gonna let you be 
king. And that’s final.” 

Two gazes, facing each other, clashing. The gazes of the two who 
had overcome even Elven cheating to attain the human race’s most 
powerful title. They weren’t the gazes of the intimate siblings, nor 
those of the two-in-one gamer “ ”. They were the gazes of long rivals, 
and their wills looked firm enough to draw sparks... 

“Eh, well... In that case, shall I take it that you two wish to settle 
this with a final match?” 

It must have required considerable courage to come between them. 
To the official, checking with them apologetically. 

“Sure, I’m ready.” 

“...That’s fine.” 

Without hesitation. And without looking away, they laid down the 
gauntlet. 

“I’m not gonna go easy on you, my sister. Today’s the day you’re 
goin’ down.” 

“...Worry about yourself...Brother... Today, I’m serious.” 


—And so. Three days passed. 




In the center of the hall, among the scattered remains of countless 
games played back-to-back without sleep or rest. The siblings lay 
sprawled on the floor. 

“...Hey...why don’t...you give up already?” 

“...Why don’t you...just resign.” 

The countless games that had begun under the condition of two 
consecutive wins for victory. Totaled—five hundred: 158 wins, 158 
losses, 184 draws. 

—The tragedy was that, never mind in this place, even back in their 
old world. While “ ” had risen to the status of an urban legend—no 
one knew the match records between the two. Aside from their 
collective name as “ ”. The two game-loving siblings, as a matter of 
the most natural course, played each other. And their records were— 

—3,526,744 games, 1,170,080 wins, 1,170,080 losses, 1,186,584 
draws- 

...To this day, neither had ever gotten ahead or behind once. The 
people in the castle had no way of knowing this tragic fact as they 
waited for the coronation. But by now they’d long since gone home. 

—Then come back, then all gone home again. As they tried to 
predict when would be a good time, gradually, fewer and fewer people 
came at all. The castle staff lay sprawled across the Great Hall—even 
the presiding official, with crown in hand, and Steph, who each were 
just barely holding on to consciousness, were already well into the 
land of hallucinations. Every now and then, the old official would 
grin creepily and then return to a normal expression. Meanwhile, 
Steph reached out at air with a blank smile, saying, “Oh, a butterfly.” 

—So, what should the next game be... As Sora thought about it in 
his hazy head. A question popped up and stayed his hand. 

“Hey... Why does the monarch have to be one person?” 



...What?” 


To these words, the official and Steph responded, brought back 
from la-la land. To articulate his concern, Sora took out his phone. 
And read out his notes on the Ten Covenants once more. 

“The Seventh of the Ten Covenants: ‘For conflicts between groups, 
an agent plenipotentiary shall be established’...” 

This was a rule that directed groups—i.e., countries and races—each 
to designate a representative for conflicts between them. 

—But. Sora, having pronounced it carefully, meditatively, made 
sure there was no contradiction between the words he’d reread and 
pronounced and the conclusion he’d reached. “—Does it actually say 
anywhere it has to be an individual?” he murmured. 

CtUCi 999999 


—And, thus the legendary struggle, of which the bards would later 
sing of as the “Nightmare Three Days,” came to a close. But, it being 
an inordinately long story, let us pass over it in this account... 


“...Hey, is this really okay?” 

“Sure it is. Since times of yore, monarchs who have clad themselves 
in ostentatious garb have generally done so to hide their baseness 
within, to inflate their public image and aggrandize themselves. A 
monarch should be a model for the people, an ideal to emulate— 
reverence should be won by deeds.” 

“...So...full of it...” 

“Yeah, okay, to be honest, I just feel the most comfortable like this.” 





“Hh... Fine, as you wish. But at least do something about your 
hair.” 

The capital city, Elkia—the grand square in front of the castle. 
Coming out onto the castle veranda, the sweeping plaza reminds one 
of Piazza San Marco in Venice. Now the square was filled with a 
throng of countless people. How many thousands—how many tens of 
thousands of people were there? Yearning to hear the words of their 
new king, the crowd spilled out of the square into the streets 
extending from it. It was an expression of their loss of hope in the 
previous king, scorned as a fool. An expression of their need for a 
thread of hope for Immanity, left standing in a pit of despair. An 
expression that they sought from the siblings, who had taken down 
an Elven spy—taken down magic—head-on. On the castle veranda, 
where gathered the gazes, pregnant with expectation, of the entire 
human race—two figures stepped out. A young man and a girl. A 
young man with dark circles under his eyes, wearing jeans and a T- 
shirt that read “I V PPL.” A girl with long hair white enough to make 
one think of snow and white skin to match, along with eyes red as 
jewels and a sailor suit. Their crowns told that they were the king and 
the queen. 

—But. The young man had contorted the queen’s tiara and looped it 
onto his arm like an armband. Meanwhile, the girl had tied up her 
hair with the king’s crown, lifting her bangs—. Seeing them, it was 
easy to imagine why Steph had cried out during their changing. 

In this half-assed getup, standing before his dazed people, the 
young man—Sora—spoke up. 

“Uhh...mm, mmng. Umm, good day.” 

“...Brother, you’re nervous. Unusual.” 

“—Shut up. You know we’re both afraid of crowds. Normally I’m 
just repressing it.” 


Shiro gently took her brother’s hand, careful not to let the crowd see 



her do it. 






Silently. As if to say, Then repress it again now. As if to say, Just as 
you always have—and you always will. 

“—My esteemed people—no, comrades of Immanity!” 

As if he had grasped his sister’s intent, the brother raised his voice 
with a face from which the tension had dissolved. A bullhorn was 
attached to the veranda railing, but he bellowed with a fierce power 
that suggested he didn’t need it. 

“We, Immanity...under the Ten Covenants, in this world without 
war, have lost continually until we have been reduced to our last 
country, our last city —why is this?” 

The crowd was taken aback at the sudden question thrown at them. 
—Because of the old king’s mistakes.—Because we can’t use magic. 
Sora waited for each to come up with an answer and then continued. 

“Because the old king failed? Because we are the lowest-ranking 
race? Because we cannot use magic? Because our race is destined to 
die helplessly?!—Nay!” 

The strong denial made the air and the masses alike tremble. 
Making a fist and no effort to hide his emotions, Sora shouted on. 

“In the past, in the Great War of the ancient gods, the gods, the 
devils—the Elves, the Werebeasts, so many races struggled against 
each other, and we fought, and we survived! In the past, the entirety 
of this continent was the domain of human countries—then why is 
this\” 

On the basis of the history he had read through in the past few days 
in Steph’s libraiy, Sora asked them. 

“Is it because we are a race skilled in violence? Is it because we are 




a race specializing in combat?!” 

Everyone in the audience looked at each other. 

“We have not the diverse magic of the Elf, nor the physical prowess 
of the Werebeast, nor the longevity of the Fliigel—this being so, did 
our former dominion over this continent result from specialization in 
combat?—By no means!!” 

Yes, this was a clear fact that anyone could see. But then came a 
question. 

—Then why? 

“We survived through combat because we were weak\ 

“In all ages, in all worlds, the strong hone their fangs and the weak 
their wisdom ! Why have we been backed into a comer—it is only 
because the Ten Covenants have torn out the fangs of the strong and 
forced them to hone their wisdom! 

“What we believed to be our exclusive property as the weak— 
ingenuity, strategy, tactics, the power to survive!—was obtained by 
the strong as well! Our wisdom was seized by the strong, and we 
faced the strong with the same weapons—that is what has brought us 
to these depths!” 

With the desperate situation laid out, the square fell silent. The 
gathered audience was enveloped in such emotions as dejection, 
despair, and discomfort. Sora looked around at them with a sigh and 
went on. 

“All you here, answer me, why do you hang your heads?” 

Sora, once raging and swinging his fist, now spoke softly. 

“Let me repeat: We are the weak. Indeed, still we are—just as we 
always have been—” 



Someone took in a sudden breath, realizing something. After 
waiting for it to spread, Sora shouted out once more. 

“—Indeed...is not the situation exactly the same ? 

“The strong may imitate the wisdom of the weak, but they will 
never attain true mastery! For the truth underlying our weapon—is 
the cowardice bom of abject weakness!” 

The crowd’s question was preemptively answered. 

“Who, through cowardice, has honed their eyes and ears, their wit, 
to learn to survive? It is we humans!” 

They were shown hope in despair. 

“We cannot use magic. We cannot even perceive it—however, 
cowardice has given us the wit to escape magic, the wisdom to see 
through it\ We have no supernatural senses. However, cowardice has 
given us, through learning and experience, wisdom approaching 
precognition ! ” 

...One who speaks only of hope is an optimist. 

...And one who speaks only of despair is a pessimist. 

“For the third time! We are the weak who, throughout the ages, 
have torn out the throats of the complacent strong—we are the 
proud weakl” 

...The deeper the despair and darkness, the more it was tme. 

“I announce that my sister and I have been crowned here as your 
king and queen, as the 205th monarch of Elkia.” 

...That only one who lights the watch fire of hope can attract the 
masses. 

“I announce that the two of us shall live as the weak, fight as the 
weak, and slaughter the strong as the weak do\ Just as we always 



have—and just as we always will!” 

...So people look to their steps as a guide. 

“Accept it! We are the weakest race! 

“We are those who, in endless cycles of history—devour the fattened 
strong!” 

...Thus. 

“Take pride! For we are the weakest—we are the most empty- 
handedl We are bom with nothing— and so we can become anything 
—and we therefore are the strongest race!” 

...A monarch is born. 

Cheers—no, roars followed. They shook the square, the sky. The 
shouts that could sound like howls of rage, or cries of victoiy. Out of 
expectation for the two on the platform? Or—out of the souls of the 
cornered, baring their fangs? 

Before this sight, Sora and his sister looked at each other. 

.The sister nodded. Slightly, with a pleasant smile. With this 

confirmation, Sora started his final speech. Spreading his arms wide, 
innocent as a giddy child. Y et like a strategist who’d seen it all, bold as 
a warrior. Spreading across his face a guileless yet brazen smile, Sora 
—the new king of the human race—spoke. 

“—Come, let the games begin! 

“Surely you have had your fill of suffering. Surely you have been 
humiliated too much. Surely you have tasted life’s bitterness to the 
point of sickness... Surely this is enough! Here I am, my fellow 
Immanities.” 

His palm rose to the horizon, as if he might even clutch the 
heavens. And then—closed. 




“Now, as of this moment! We, Elkia —declare war on all other 
countries in the world ! 







“Light the signal for a counterstrike! We will have our borders 
back!” 


Amidst cheers so great as to split the earth. The two left the stage, to 
be attacked by Steph. 

“H-h—hey, you! Wh-what the heck are you talking about?!” 

“Aaagh...what’re you freaking out about, Steph? You’re freaking 
me out.” 

“...Steph, so creepy...” 

With Steph honking and bleating in mad disorder, the siblings 
sneered at her unjustifiably. But Steph had bigger things on her mind. 

“You think everything’s okay now?! You just got crowned and 
haven’t even taken care of domestic affairs yet, and you think Elkia is 
ready to take on other countries? Are you trying to destroy the 
nation?!” 

Steph clutched her head and cursed her own foolishness for 
believing in these swindler siblings, though perhaps she was getting 
used to it. With a gesture that suggested he was already in his 
element, Sora spoke with a sigh. 

“Hhh... Look—didn’t I tell you to learn to doubt people?” 

“-Huh?” 


Steph stopped in her tracks and fixated on Sora. 

“After the Elves—Elven Gard, right?—went as far as to get 
Chlammy working for them to try to take over this country, you 
think they’re going to think they were beaten face-on by mere 
humans who can’t use magic?” 


—Wh-what do you mean?” 


“Did you forget? They think we’re people with the support oj 
another country. At the very least, whoever was supporting 
Chlammy must be reporting it that way, and it’s probably what the 
other countries think, too.” 

The sister continued her brother’s words as if to supplement them. 

“...The world thinks...a spy from some other country has taken over 
Elkia.” 

Her brother nodded and went on. 

“But they don’t know which country. They don’t know whose spy, 
whose puppet is running the country, and then suddenly we declare 
war on the whole world, and this is what they think—‘Some country 
has installed a puppet government in Elkia and is ready to go on the 
offensive’—right? 

“_Oh-” 


In this world’s contests, the challenged party had the right to 
determine the game. So it was in spite of the fact that taking the 
offensive was extremely disadvantageous that they had declared war 
on the whole world. And also considering that they had defeated the 
spy of Elven Gard— 

“They’re going to be worried that now there’s some country, some 
race, that’s got a trump card that can even beat the Elves, right?” 

“...So.” 

“To throw the whole world into paranoia...” 

“...We’re going and declaring war on them...” 

“..And then not doing anything. See?” 

The siblings’ smiling words left Steph speechless. 



“The Fifth of the Ten Covenants: ‘The party challenged shall have 
the right to determine the game.’ When all those countries we 
declared war against get worried, they’ll probably, like...try to figure 
out what country is backing us, even though there is none. While the 
whole world is stretching itself to try to pry into us, let’s pry back their 
armor, find their weak spots, and solidify our base.” 

To the brother who smirked, spoke, and turned his back, Steph 
asked: 

“S-so...when you said you were going to take back our land...you 
were...lying?” 

Steph surprised herself with her significant feeling of regret. 
Perhaps it was due to a momentary aggressiveness stirred up by 
Sora’s speech. Or perhaps— 

“—Hey, Steph. I talked it over with my sister—whether we want to 
go back to our old world.” 

“_Uh?” 

“There was nothing to talk about. Our answer is No —there would 
be no point whatsoever in abandoning a world as fun as this one to go 
back to that one.” 

“...Especially...for us.” 

“So, there you go. Now.” 

Clapping his hands together, Sora. 

“We are humans. The last country of Immanity is this one, Elkia. 
To prevent it from disappearing, we have set our objective as taking 
the throne for now—but?” 

The sister and the brother. Exchanging looks, laughing happily. 

“Okay, my sister?” 



...Mm.” 


“The enemy can use magic. They can use superpowers. We can’t. 
We’re at an overwhelming disadvantage, playing against an 
overwhelming handicap; we have only one city left in our territory; 
the situation is hopeless. However, to protect the name of Blank, we 
can’t have a single loss —what do you think?” 

On the face of the sister, typically lacking in expression, a childlike 
smile emerged, and she answered in one word. 

“...Sweet.” 

“I know, right?” 

Steph, watching this exchange with eyes as if watching something 
unknown—something literally from another world. After lining up 
each of the conditions of a hopeless situation, the first word that came 
out was “sweet”—? To Steph, who had no idea what it was supposed 
to mean, Sora turned back. 

“So, returning to your question, Steph.” 

“-Uh, yes?” 


At being spoken to when she was out of it, her voice slipped into a 
falsetto. 

“About taking back the borders. To be honest, that was a lie.” 

“_Uh?” 

Sora, taking out his phone as he talked. Opening his task scheduler 
and putting a check by “being king.” He input a new task. Namely— 

“Final Objective—Conquer the world, for now!” 

“-Wha-?!” 

That Sora’s words had gone past taking back the borders—past 



taking back the continent—to taking over the world. And at just how 
many times she could be surprised in one day, Steph made a sound 
with a double meaning. Sora twirled back and walked away with 
Shiro following him. Steph, finding herself being left alone, panicked 
and chased after them, discombobulated. 

“Uh, um, umm, a-a-are you serious?!” 

“Blank can’t be anywhere but first place. Whether it’s a play for 
dominion or whatever, if we’re gonna play a game, our goal is to be 
the only one at the top—that’s our rule.” 

Shiro nodded decisively. 

—Now that it had come to this, all the more. Stephanie Dola had to 
realize that she’d still underestimated these siblings. Could it be? That 
against all odds it really was true? These two— 

—could be the saviors of the human race? 

She watched Sora’s back as he departed, and her heartbeat 
quickened with a thump. Her chest tightened—but there was no more 
hatred in it. He’d restored her grandfather’s honor. Saved her beloved 
country—saved Elkia. Declared he’d even take back its territory. 
Turned to go as if he actually could and would do it. His form, seen 
from behind—Stephanie Dola could no longer find a reason to hate it. 


—In the Kingdom of Elkia, the capital, Elkia: Block l, Central 
District...meaning the Elkia Royal Castle: the royal bedchamber. The 
king of Elkia, sprawled on a bed so huge one couldn’t help but wonder 
just how many people were supposed to sleep there. A man who, days 
before, had been a mere unemployed video game vegetable—Sora 
(eighteen, virgin). 

“—From a cramped gaming room to a dump inn room to Steph’s 
mansion and finally the royal bedchamber—huh.” 


Chuckling at a rise that would make a spaceman sick, Sora held a 
book. The title of the book, lit in the darkness by the moon and dim 
lighting: The Ixseed Ecosystem. Sora paused his eyes on the first page 
and lost himself in thought. 

Fliigel...eh. These seem like guys I could get on my side...” 

In the book it was explained: Fliigel. A war race created as the sky¬ 
soaring vanguard of gods in the ancient Great War. Since the Ten 
Covenants, their combat abilities had been effectively sealed off. Still, 
they possess enormous life spans and high magical aptitude, which 
they had utilized in building a literal city of the heavens on the back 
of Avant Heim (a’-vant ham’), a colossal Phantasma drifting through 
the sky—which they preserve as their single territory without 
participating in play for dominion. However, perhaps because of their 
long life spans, they do have a powerful thirst for knowledge, and 
engage in games solely to obtain knowledge from the world’s other 
races—that is, to collect books. 

“It sounds like they know a lot about magic, and I could draw them 
in with my knowledge of another world.” 

If he could just make contact with this race somehow, it seemed it 
would help in figuring out how to fight against magic— 

—Knock, knock. 

As he thought about such things, there was a reserved knock. 
Feeling a deja-vu-like sense that something like this had happened a 
few days ago, he responded. 

“Uh-huh, who is it?” 

“It’s—it is Stephanie Dola, Your Majesty... Can I—may I enter, Sir?” 

“-Huh? Sure.” 

To Steph, who opened the heavy door of the royal bedchamber with 
a deferent demeanor, Sora spoke. 



“Hey, why are you talking and acting like that? Just come in like 
normal.” 

“Well...you see, when I thought about it calmly—Sir—it is true that 
you are the king of Elkia, and thus—” 

“Aaaah! That’s so embarrassing!” 

Sora interrupted Steph with a shout. 

“That makes me feel all itchy and it takes too damn long! You can 
just talk like always; so, what?” 

Electricity had not been discovered in Elkia. The royal bedchamber 
was illuminated only by the dim candle chandelier and the moon. In 
this faint light, Steph stood with her expression unreadable in the 
center of the room, unmoving. 

“Then—Sora...” 

“Right.” 

“You ordered me, ‘Fall in love with me,’ so that I would fall at your 
feet, correct?” 

“Uh—yeaaahh...” 

“Now that you have become the king of Elkia—I’m—now I’m...” 

Through a gap in the clouds, for a moment, the moonlight 
strengthened, and Steph’s expression became clear. 

—It was anxious. 

“Uh...so, you’re saying, since I don’t need you anymore anyway, 
you want me to release you from your covenant?” 

“N-no! That’s not what I mean!” 


—There he was: for all his brilliance in games, an eighteen-year-old 



virgin. Flustered, Steph hastily corrected Sora’s totally off-the-mark 
interpretation, then asked: 

“I-I—want...to know. Wh-why you asked me, well, not to-be your 
possession, as your sister suggested, but to...fall in love with you.” 

“...Umm...” 

It was due to ulterior motives. I.e., due to Sora’s base desires, i.e., a 
mistake. As Sora contemplated whether he ought to admit this, a 
further unexpected question came first. 

“So—did you make me fall in love with you...because, well, you had 
that kind of feeling for me?” 

.Huh? 

“If—if that happens to be the case...I, uh—all I have left...” 

With that, she walked up to the bed, and, with an uncomfortable 
yet beet-red face. Sh e—pulled up her skirt and said in a pleading tone: 

“...to give you now is... this, you know...” 

—Hold on. 

-Hold on, Sora, virgin, eighteen. You just got hit with an issue 

you can’t overlook. I see...looking at Steph objectively...she is pretty 
hot. It’s only natural that a healthy young man would want to be 
liked by a qt3.i4 like her. But— what did he want to do after making 
her fall in love with him? 

—Love at first sight? Eh, I don’t know about that. He searched his 
heart, asking whether he really had romantic feelings for— 

Wait—to begin with. (Huh—? Romantic feelings— how are those 
even supposed to feel?) 

—Sora ran upon the inherent limitations of the dateless loser. 




...Well...that’s, uh...” 


Snap. A flash and a click. From the other side of the bed had 
emerged—Shiro, phone in hand. 

“Ee—eeyaaaah!” 

Seeing Shiro in the same room, Steph hastily lowered her skirt and 
retreated. 

—But she should have realized it was a matter of course. Thinking 
back on the incident in the inn—there was no way Sora could be by 
himself. 

“On behalf of...Brother...anguished by the limits...of the virgin— 
Shiro shall explain.” 

“Shiro... If I may be so bold, your brother finds it somewhat 
scarring to be told this by his eleven-year-old sister.” 

However, ignoring her brother’s protest, Shiro showed the picture 
she had just taken. Showing Steph with her skirt pulled up, showing 
her panties completely. 

“...This.” 


“—Hnh?” 


“...is why Brother told you...to fall...in love with him.” 

Both Steph and Sora looked completely confused. Shiro explained 
bluntly so that even they would understand. 

“...There is one thing...Brother misses...about our old world.” 

Which was that— 

“...This, world—lacks.. .porn.” 

““_What?”” 



Questioning aloud were both Steph and Sora. But with different 
meanings. In Sora’s case, it was a protest against an overly blunt 
demonstration. In Steph’s case— 

“‘Pohm’...? What do you mean?” 

It was an innocent query. While manipulating her phone, Shiro 
responded. 

“Materials...for fapping... Photographs, videos...etc.... Fantasies...to 
aid the fap. Collectively, they are called— porn ...” 

“Fap-ping?” 

To Steph, who apparently still didn’t understand, Shiro, still without 
expression. 

Closed one hand loosely— and pumped it up and down. 

“_Wha_” 

As Steph’s face reddened so violently it seemed it should make a 
boom, Shiro went further and started a video playing on her phone, 
then showed it to Steph. 

—A video of Steph washing Shiro’s hair: the bath scene. 

“...Steph...this is...the meaning of your existence.” 

Steph’s reddened face blanched, then dropped and quivered. 

—So, anyone would do. 

-All he wanted was an outlet for his sexual urges. 

-And, on top of that, he was, you know, doing that stuff while 

looking at his naked sister ?! 


Y-you’re scum\” 






Steph shouted and fled the room as Sora watched her, dazed. Then, 
to Shiro, who had returned to reading her book on the edge of the bed 
without apparent concern, he noted: 

“—Hey, my thoughts aren’t actually that dirty, y’know.” 

“...I summarized...” 

“I think you mean summit -ized... And about that bath video? I 
thought you said it wasn’t okay and didn’t ever let me see it... Could it 
be you’re trying to get Steph to hate me on purpose?” 

“...I’m just eleven... I don’t get this confusing stuff.” 

“You sure know how to act like a kid when it’s convenient for 
you...” 

“...You don’t want the photo from just...now?” 

“Oh, excuse me, Director. I am much obliged.” 

—However. After all—what was the difference between romantic 
feelings and sexual desire ? As Sora pondered such philosophical 
questions of great weight to an eighteen-year-old virgin, in a voice too 
soft to hear, Shiro—his sister who wasn’t blood-related— mumbled: 

“...Just...seven more years...” 

—They say girls mature emotionally faster than boys. Indeed...in 
this case, at least, that was an incontrovertible fact. 


“Ohhh, Goood, ohhhhh, Goooood!” 

Meanwhile, Steph, walking through the corridors of the castle with 
rigid shoulders. Furious at having been called a mere jack-off toy—no. 
At herself for being hurt by that— she screamed indiscriminately. 

“Ohhh, God, I knew it, this feeling is an illusion brought on by the 




covenant—it’s a manner of curse!” 


But Steph didn’t notice... 

“That beast! That pedophile! There’s no way I should love him. It 
must be the covenant.” 

...That Sora had suggested releasing her from the covenant. That is 
to say, the solution of playing another game and saying, “Don’t love 
me.” And she’d ignored it completely, and even forgotten about it. 

And what that meant— 



EPILOGUE 


—Reception Chamber, Elkia Royal Castle. On the single throne sat 
two, playing a DSP game. A black-haired young man in jeans and an 
“I V PPL” T-shirt, with the queen’s tiara wrapped around his arm. A 
white-skinned, long-haired girl with red eyes in a black sailor suit, 
with the king’s crown tying up her hair. In fact—they were this 
country’s king—Sora—and queen—Shiro—the siblings. 

“I’m telling you, we’re going naked and you’re setting off traps? 
That’s ridiculous.” 

“...For efficiency.” 

“If you want efficiency, then why are we playing naked? Let’s play 
for real, dood!” 

“...That would just...waste time; it wouldn’t be...fun.” 

They’d brought a large volume of games to this world. But they 
were all games they’d literally maxed out Which meant it was 
questionable whether they were even good for killing time. But there 
was a reason they were killing time. It was— “I’m—done changing...” 

Hearing her voice, the two immediately sleeved their game and 
took out their phones. The one who had appeared was a beautiful girl 
with auburn hair and features suggesting refinement—but. Wearing a 
maid outfit that was just revealing enough—not excessively tacky. 
Stephanie Dola...the blood kin of the previous king, former royalty— 
and now... 

To Steph, appearing with her face bright red, Sora nevertheless 
asked: “Mm? Is it revealing enough to blush over?” 



“...I didn’t let her wear underwear...” 

“C-could you not spell that out?!” 

The cry of Steph. 

—Indeed. These two leaders were exploring the boundaries of R-18. 
Seeing herself a slave of love—no, probably by now no more than the 
plaything of the two— Steph looked up at the ceiling in self-hatred. 

“Ahh, the obviously not wearing any effect so prevalent in two- 
dimensional imagery.” 

“...Mm...but it doesn’t quite do it.” 

“You’re right, Director. We can’t move frame by frame like in 2-D; 
it’s most inconvenient.” 

“...Should we strip her?” 

“Hmm, Steph. Can you show some more skin without revealing 
your nipples or other juicy bits?” 

“Don’t call them juicy bits'.” 

“...And then, pop.” 

“No. That’s not okay when she’s not wearing any, Director.” 

“...Don’t worry...I anticipated this—and used bandages.” 

“Umn.mng? Uh, well...hng? I don’t think that’s okay.” 

“...Then what about a very small swimsuit...not okay?” 

“—Hm, now that you mention it. But, Director, by that logic, it 
would be okay for her to be totally naked if she was wearing 
bandages.” 


...Mmg...AU Ages is hard. 




Reclining his back on the throne, Sora said in a small voice: “But 
then, no matter how close to the edge we record her, I’m never 
actually gonna get off, am I; instead, I’m just gonna get more and 
more frustrated...” 

But Shiro, her ears sharp enough to pick it up, said. 

“...I...don’t mind; go ahead.” 




ljk\ 



i. V! 






“Hey, actually? Your brother isn’t an exhibitionist.” 

“...Don’t worry... I won’t look...just like at home.” 

“Hng? Wait, hold on there, I always waited until I saw you were 
asleep first!” 

“...Your rustling around...wakes me up.” 

“I can’t—were you always awake?!” 

Sora, holding his face, beet-red. 

“Omigawd! I’m, like, totally ruined now!” 

“...It’s okay. I’ll take damaged goods.” 

The sister comforted him, patting him on the shoulder. 

“And-then-” 

“If you’re totally ruined, what does that make me after you’ve 
made me go around like this!” Steph, who’d been meanwhile shaking 
her shoulders, shouted out, and then continued as if having reached 
her limit. 

“And anyway, you make me handle the procedures for the 
coronation and the succession, you make me stay up through three 
nights, and then you call me out and it’s this! God, you think you’re 
so great!” 

“...We are the monarch... That makes us great....” 

On Shiro’s quite reasonable words, Sora continued casually. 

“We’ve been up three days, too, you know. We can do two more or 
so, no problem.” 


Playing games, right?!” 



“Yes, games. The job of the monarch, in this world.” 

“Hngk...” 

Indeed—in this world, where everything was decided by games 
—even national borders— being good at games was a condition for 
being a monarch, and it was justifiable to call this training. 

“Man... Here we can just play games all day and people call it a real 
job; this place is heaven.” 

At Sora’s burbling as if he had found Shangri-La, Steph shouted: 
“No, we don’t! You’ve got domestic affairs you should be taking care 
of!” 


“Mm? You finished the succession?” 

“Yes, I just did, before you called me!” 

“That’s what I was waiting for. I’m the type who likes to get the 
domestic affairs done all at once in Civ.” 

With that, he shifted Shiro aside and stood from the throne. 

“So—will you call the ministers?” 


Before the ministers who gathered in the Great Assembly Hall. Sora 
and Shiro, rising to the podium—. But they interrupted all kinds of 
reports to lay out: “I have something to tell you first.” 

Looking around at the faces of everyone, Sora —the king of the 
human race— spoke again, carefully. 

“As you all know, Immanity currently finds itself in a tight spot. 
Given that we mean to take the offensive, we have no room to look 
behind us. As such, to eliminate concerns for the future—we shall 
play rock-paper-scissors.” 


Swinging his open hand above his head, he announced in a ringing 
voice to the attentive ministers: “The wager is the state of being 
prohibited hereafter from making any false reports, including 
selective or manipulative communication of information... We shall 
play a game by the Covenants, and you shall intentionally lose to 
form a contract.” 

Taking advantage of the “absolutely binding” rule written in the 
Covenants by throwing a match. 

With his face asking why no one had thought of something so 
simple, Sora continued: “And, so, my good subjects, let us remember 
that the fate of the human race rests on our shoulders as we play this 
game—I shall throw scissors, and all of you shall throw paper; lose 
purposefully and prove your loyalty. Incidentally, if there be any 
among you who, slighting the powers of observation and memory of 
the siblings before you, has a mind to reject the setup and the 
contract, I suggest you leave now.” 

—Thus having warned them from trying to resist the covenant by 
pretending to lose, Sora sang out— “Aschente.” 

“—Aschente!” 

As the swearing of the contract echoed, they began their rock- 
paper-scissors. And, thus—the contract was concluded. 

“...So, then, let’s start with the Minister of Agriculture—your 
report.” 

“Your Majesty—our country is currently facing a dire situation in 
regard to food.” 

Listening to the explanation of the system of farming, its 
management, and allocation of taxes, etc. After it was all finished, 
Sora nodded once. 

“I have understood... Then implement the measures I shall 
henceforth state.” 



“...Yes, Sir.” 

“Regarding production—you shall introduce crop rotation.” 

“—Can you explain, Sir?” 

“On a single field, rotate in order between cultivating winter cereals 
such as wheat, root vegetables such as turnips and beets, summer 
cereals such as rye, and forage crops such as clover, which serve to 
restore the fertility of the soil. This will lead to decreased cropping of 
cereals, but increased cropping of root vegetables and legumes. In 
particular, introducing the cultivation of turnips and the like will 
resolve fodder shortages and enable livestock to be raised through the 
winter. Further, the soil-regenerative properties of the manure and 
the forage crops will eliminate the need to leave fields fallow.” 

Sora spouted it off as if it were obvious. All in presence could only 
stand speechless at the revolutionary proposals of their king. 
Moreover—. 

“Keys to success in this plan shall be a concentrated labor force and 
gathering of scattered croplands into specific areas. These policies 
may put some small-and midscale farmers out of work, but 
production of food will improve by a factor of four or more. 
Implement these instructions with the highest priority.” 

He’d even pointed out the potential issues. 

“Wh-what about the budget?” 

“We shall issue bonds for purchase by banks—but please entrust this 
matter to the Minister of Economy.” 

“—A-as you wish, Sir.” 

“Next, we must address the unemployment resulting from this 
plan. Minister of Economy, Minister of Industry, your reports—” 




In this manner. Regarding the king who proposed groundbreaking 
reforms to solve all kinds of problems one after the other. In a 
meeting lasting only four hours. Among the ministers, it came to be 
whispered that he was the wisest king in human history. 

...Playing with the tablet he held, Sora said: 

“Man, I sure was right to download all those reference books for 
quiz game study gramming.” 

On his tablet were over forty thousand books of an academic 
nature. From math, science, astronomy, physics, and engineering to 
medicine, history, and military tactics. Even data extracted and saved 
from that good old wiki professor—in other words, he had most of the 
knowledge of the human race as of the early twenty-first century. 

“...Brother, you’re always so shady... That’s cheating.” 

Though Shiro pointed this out, with her usual half-closed eyes, Sora 
knitted his brow. 

“Considering we’re in a world with an official cheat like magic, 
would you not call me a cheater just for introducing a little 
technology from another world? And, come on, these domestic affairs 
are kind of urgent, aren’t they?” 

...That said, introducing too much future technology at once could 
cause unexpected strains. To be honest, he did want to introduce 
“electrical engineering” sooner than later, but... 

“If we could just make cameras and mics, it would probably help 
some in fighting magic.” 

Their current situation, with only two phones with useless 
antennas, could hardly be seen as comfortable. Perhaps they should, 

after all, start looking for a way to contact the Fliigel and-Steph 

appeared softly in the Assembly Hall, still wearing her skimpy maid 
outfit. That is—just as Shiro and Sora had made her dress and then 
left her. 



“.Sora—no. Y-Your Majesty...you have a visitor.” 

“-Damn, you greeted a visitor in that getup? You’ve got guts.” 

“...Steph, you’re amazing.” 

“If it’s okay for me to change, why didn’t you say so! Wwaaaugh!” 

Covering his ears from the weeping scream of Steph, Sora waved 
his hand. 

“Ohh, yeah, sorry, sorry; so, go hurry up and fix yourself. Jeez, 
people are going to wonder about the quality of our country.” 

“People are going to wonder about the quality of your head!” 

However, without waiting for Steph’s guidance, a voice rang 
through the Assembly Hall. 

“Aha-ha-ha-ha, it seems like you’re having a lot of fun here!” 

Into the Great Assembly Hall, where Sora and Shiro, Steph, and the 
ministers were assembled. Tk, tk —walked a boy. Sora and Shiro 
recognized his face. It was unmistakable. He was the one—stretching 
his hands out of the computer—who had brought them into this 
world— “...Well, if it isn’t the so-called God. How’s it hanging?” 

“Oh, you. I’m not ‘so-called’; I am God.” 

Scratching his head, aha-ha, the boy spoke. 

“Come to think of it, I think I forgot to tell you my name— 

“—Tet ...that’s my name. It’s a pleasure, Blank.” 

Wham - ! As soon as the boy said, “Tet,” the atmosphere in the 

room changed. The impact of the holy name? Everyone except two 
(Shiro and Sora) found their pores opening and sweat blasting out. 
The ministers shook with faces drained of blood, Steph with a body on 
the verge of collapsing. Yet without his seeming to take a whit of 





notice of them. 


“What you think of my world ? Does it tickle your fancy?” 

“Yeah, you’ve got a great aesthetic. Our God ought to take some 
lessons from you.” 

“...Nod, nod.” 

Watching Sora and Shiro sassing God, everyone around felt their 
hearts squeezed almost hard enough to rupture. 

—The one standing before them was the One True God—Tet. He 
who had the authority to erase the world and make a new one on a 
whim. But Tet himself just smiled back with no sign of concern. 

“I’m glad to hear it. So...it looks like the crisis to the survival of 
Immanity has been averted for now.” 

“Yep, just as you wanted.” 

Everyone made faces that said, Huh? 

“As if it just so happened that the nearest city just so happened to be 
the last human country, and it just so happened to be competing to 
decide the monarch...right. Come on, you’re not gonna try to tell me 
all that was a coincidence, are you?” 

To Sora’s brazen speech, the God replied with a joyful smile. 

“Aha-ha... But don’t get the wrong idea. My philosophy is basically 
to be an observer; I don’t support any particular race—but, yeah, I 
guess I’ll admit in this case I had some personal feelings involved.” 

The boy—Tet—kicked the ground and pouted as if bored. He said: “I 
wonder if you remember what I said...you know—that everything is 
decided by games in this world.” 

—Yeah. Sora grasped the intent behind his words and said it 
preemptively. 



“...I see. So even the throne of the One True God is decided by 
games.” 

“-Wha-” 

—Everyone around could only gasp this, except Shiro, who seemed 
impressed. And Tet alone smiled mirthfully and spoke. 

“That’s right! That’s why I made it so there are ‘sixteen seeds.’” 

With a click-everything came together in Sora’s head. 

“Ixseeds”—the chessboard beyond the horizon—the God who said he 
lived over there. The number of pieces on one side of a chessboard- 
sixteen. Meaning. 

“...You rule over all the races as a champion— so there’s a challenge 
against the God on the table.” 

Tet smiled pleasantly and replied: 

“What a nimble mind you have. You’re so adaptable, it’s hard to 
believe you just came from another world.” 

“Well, thank you!” 

“I mean it. But even though I was looking forward to playing a 
game with my title as God at stake, I got stuck for thousands of years 
with nothing to do. So, when I was wandering around another world, 
I happened to hear the rumors about you guys—Blank.” 

With a sense of excitement and deep interest, the God looked at 
Sora and Shiro and said: “You know, the rumors about the gamer 
always at the top of all kinds of games, which they were even starting 
to call an urban legend.” 

To God’s smile, Sora grinned back. 

“Hey, God, should you be smiling?” 


Huh? 



“You knew about us when you summoned us to this world. You 
knew our—Blank’s—policy: We always stand at the top of any game. 
Right?” 

“Yeah, of course.” 

And then the God grinned back. 

“That’s why I figured that you guys would definitely— come to win 
the right to challenge me.” 

Everyone around froze. It meant—to say nothing of the greatest 
country in the world—Elf, Rank Seven. They aimed even for Old Deus 
and Phantasma: for Rank One. Which meant—to conquer and 
control all the Ixseeds. It was no longer a question on the level of 
world conquest— “...So, God, let me ask you one more time. Should 
you be smiling? 

“Don’t you remember that you’ve lost to us once already ?” 

—And, this time, truly, none could believe their ears. 

-The God lost? 

-To the mere humans here? 

But Tet laughed it off. 

“Heh-heh, I’m sure you’ve grasped this well already, but the games 
in this world are a whole different story from some online chess game 
in your world. It’s true that I lost to you siblings at ‘normal chess’— 
that’s why I summoned you here. But...next time, I’m not gonna 
lose!” 

With that, Sora and Shiro. Both siblings seeming to grasp 
something together. Looked at each other and smiled. 

“-Hey, God.” 


But God—answered genially: 




'Just call me Tet. What is it?” 


“Okay, Tet—you’d never lost before, had you?” 

At that simple question. Tet’s smile thinned into an impudent grin. 

“The God of Play—lost for the first time. And he was so mad, so 

mad he couldn’t stand it. And so he summoned us to this world-to 

beat us ‘playing by this world’s rules this time.’ Am I right?” 

“Heh-heh... How interesting. What makes you think that?” 

Tet put the question to them, keeping his smile up on the surface. 

“Because we know just how you feel. Blank has not a single loss— 
but we’ve lost to each other over and over.” 

“...But we don’t let each other quit while they’re ahead.” 

“As a result, my pure-genius sister is specialized in games 
themselves.” 

“...Brother’s gotten better...but only at dirty tricks.” 

“Hey, what do you mean, ‘dirty’? Diplomacy is part of the game.” 

“...Cheating is cowardly.” 

“It’s fine as long as no one catches you! That’s how it works in this 
world, too, right?!” 

At this sibling banter, Tet laughed heartily, while everyone but the 
siblings cowered before him. 

“Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Yeah, I was right to summon you two. 
You’re right; I’m not gonna let you quit while you’re ahead. Next 
time, I’m gonna win—basically, that’s why I summoned you. Are you 
disappointed in me?” 

“Nah? I’m more relieved that it wasn’t some lofty reason like save 



the human race. So, have you descended from the heavens today just 
to tell us that? You really are bored.” 

“Nah, I came to thank you. 

“After you guys—Immanity—took down Elven Gard, albeit 
indirectly, the whole world’s gotten anxious, just as you planned.—It 
seems the Eastern Union takes an interest in that ‘phone’ you showed 
them, and they can’t sleep at night thinking about what country 
might be behind it. I wonder why? There’s also another ball of 
curiosity, Avant Heim, that is fascinated with the technology you 
used to defeat Elven Gard. Meanwhile, Elven Gard themselves are 
rushing to identify what country has this technology that beat them. 
If they knew you actually smashed them head-on, without cheating 
—ha-ha, with those guys, you might get dissected.” 

Thus—having been generously provided information by Tet, Sora, 
suspiciously: “Didn’t you say you don’t support any particular race?” 

“Sure, so, this is just by way of thanks. This world was getting 
boring, so I’m giving you information as thanks for heating it up 
again. This is the first and last time, so use it well.” 

Smiling, taking a step back without turning, Tet continued. 

“All right, it seems like if I stick around, you guys are never gonna 
be able to relax, so I’ll take my leave. See ya!” 

As this God made to leave, Sora and Shiro spoke up: 

“Hey, Tet.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Thanks for giving us a new life. You were right—this world is 
where we belong.” 


...Thank you, God.” 



And, this time, all three spoke together. 

“““...See you soon.—Next time, on the chessboard.””” 

—And then, Tet disappeared, as if melting into the air. Everyone let 
out all their breath, as if they were finally permitted to breathe. 

—Have you heard a rumor that goes like this? 

“Hh... That’s one amusing God we’ve got here.” 

“...I want to play...him again.” 

—A gamer set unbeatable records in the online rankings for all 
kinds of games and swept up all the top ranks. 

—But one day the gamer suddenly disappeared. 

—The accelerating urban legend ultimately rose to the status of a 
myth. 

“Th-th-that—w-w-was the One True God?!” 

“Y-Your Majesty! I-is it true that you vanquished the God?” 

“Wait, we should really be worried about the Eastern Union; they’re 

“You mean Elven Gard! If our king and queen were to be targeted 
personally—” 

—And now, the story that had stopped and become myth in that 
world... 

—saw its continuation, in a new setting, a world called Disboard. 

“Ahhh, shut uuup! Don’t all talk at once!” 


...Brother. 



“Yeah, I know—” 

Sora rose to the podium, then leapt upon the table in the center, 
spreading his arms, and spoke to all assembled. 

—Now, as a convention. 

—And as a grace, I’d like to open as follows: 

—Once upon a time—. 

“Come—let the games begin. Let us make the objective: Overthrow 
the God!” 

—Now then, let me tell you the newest myth. 



AFTERWORD 


Ohhhh, yeah—this is it! I’ve always wanted to write one of these—an 
“Afterword”! Nice to meet you. I’ve always been the guy doing the 
illustrations, and I’ve always wanted to try sitting in the author’s seat 
and writing the afterword, and, today, my dream has finally come 
true—I’m the author and illustrator, Yuu Kamiya. Umm, so, 
originally, I’m a manga-ka. Uh, yeah, I’m...on leave, as they say... 
I’ve come down with a bit of a nasty illness, so I have to take a break 
from drawing manga, which is very demanding. Plus, now, thanks to 
Itsuka Tenma no Kuro-usagi (A Dark Rabbit Has Seven Lives; 
published under the Fantasia Bunko imprint), I might even be better 
known as an illustrator than as a manga-ka now...and now that I’ve 
started writing novels, too, what am I “originally,” anyway... A- 
anyway, I’m also a manga-ka\ And No Game No Life is my novel 
debut. Actually, I originally conceived of it as a manga. I wasn’t 
going to be the one drawing it; it was for someone—I just meant to be 
the “Story by” guy. The person who was supposed to draw it told me: 

“I love fantasy, but I can’t stand battles!” 

—and, knowing how tcdiou hard it is to draw battle manga, I 
wanted to grant that wish! “So, what about a fantasy world where 
you can’t battle!” I thought. And combined with games, that to which 
I devoted all my waking, nonworking hours! 

“A world where even national borders are decided by games—by 
play for dominion !” 

So, with this upside-down idea, I took my personal interests full 
throttle to make this. But unfortunately, the project never reached 
fruition. Thinking, I sure would like to realize this one day, I was left 
with a plot and a bunch of notes. Then, after that, I was forced to 




take a break from manga due to a troublesome physical condition. I 
was super-vegetating in the hospital and they didn’t even lot inc bring 
in my games , and, man— 

—This is not your appointed time to die as a creator. 

...What? It’s not that old. It still works; don’t give up on it. S-so, 
anyway, while I was lying there in the hospital, I made a lot of 
changes to the plot to make it convenient as a novel series, I mean, 
perfect. And, now, here it—hey, come to think of it, my editor was 
saying—“There are people who decide whether to buy based on the 
afterword, so sell,” or something like that. Okay—how’s this look? 





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Two siblings. Gaming was their only skill. 

And then the two failures at life found themselves— 



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Paper: Deadline today 

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( convincingly ) Yeah—that’s pretty much what the book is like. 


—Or it could be false advertising on the level of a Hollywood movie 
trailer? Those of you reading the afterword first will just have to read 
the book to find out. For those of you who are reading it last—umm. 
Yeah, well. If it sells well enough to make into a comic, let’s just 
consider that the flag for me to draw it and laugh and— “Mr. Kamiya, 
Mr. Kamiya.” 

—Huh? Oh, what is it, Editor S? 

“Shall we start looking for someone to draw the comic? After all, 
you have a track record when it comes to manga, and—” 

Aha-ha, sorry about that, my signal’s not very good and I can’t 
hear you. 

“Actually, in the first place, what are you trying to do, saying, ‘I 
can’t draw manga due to my health, so I want to try writing a novel, 
since that’s less demanding,’ and then drawing a manga in the back 
of the book?” 

You’re the one who told me to draw one! 

“Huh? All I said was, ‘It’s almost unprecedented for the author and 
illustrator to be the same person who’s also a manga-ka, so please 
take advantage of that to sell the book’?” 

—Are you telling me I should interpret that otherwise than “Draw a 
manga”? 

“I didn’t say so explicitly !” 

Hmm. For a moment there, my editor’s character reminded me of 
our protagonists. Maybe I should have emphasized Stephanie’s hatred 



more! 


Oh, come to think of it. This is coming out the same month as 
Takaya Kagami’s Itsuka Tenma no Kuro-usagi, Volume 10: 
Koutei de Warau Majo (A Witch Smiles in the Schoolyard), 

for which I also did the illustrations! I put supereffort into that as 
well, so please buy it; you mustl 

...Hff, so, as I write this. I’m still not totally done yet. And, actually, 
right now— I’m in Brazil. For the health reasons alluded to above, I’m 
back in my home country for a time. Actually, the text and 
illustrations of this No Game No Life volume. And the illustrations for 
the new volume of ItsuTen, mentioned above, were almost all 
composed in Brazil. 

—A big trunk filled with my LCD tablet and PC and a huge load of 
packing materials. 

“The purpose of your trip?” 

Medical reasons. 

“What’s all this equipment for?” 

Work. 

...Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to imagine the trouble I went 
through at customs. 

—Yeah, it’s crazy, right? I’m a sick goddamn guy. What am I doing 
getting cared for on the other side of the world while answering two 
companies as they badger me for delivery? 

“Excuse me, Mr. Kamiya.” 

Yes? What is it, Editor S for “sadist”? 

“Um, I’m more of a masochist, really—Mr. Fujimi and I explained 
the schedule to you in advance, didn’t we?” 



I don’t remember agreeing ! 

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you...” 

Anyway, when you call me the day before the New Year’s Eve 
Comiket, when I’m making the final sprint in the middle of all that 
end-of-year insanity, of course I would feel like sending you off with 
what you want to hear! 

“Um, well, frankly, that’s entirely your—” 

Editor S’s epic sadism aside. Heh, that’s the successor to Takaya 
Kagami’s previous editor, Catherine, all right... That was an ambush 
no matter how you look at it. Pouncing on me when I’m mentally 
unsound—. 

So...is this a good time? 

-Uh, for what?” 

An extension. V 

“Uhhh... I didn’t quite get that; must be the sig—” 

Hmm, come to think of it, who was it who let me put the text on a 
diet by eight pages to achieve the desired page count and then 
announced the same day I got back to Japan, “I forgot to account 
for the ten black-and-white illustrations”? 

“...Can’t you pretend that never happened ?” 

If you cut this out in editing, I’ll tweet on you\ v 

“I, Editor S, most humbly and sincerely apologize and ask 
forgiveness for my failure and indiscretion in not only greatly 
inconveniencing you by my own grave error, but furthermore 
expecting you, the author, the great Yuu Kamiya, to clean up the 
mess I made.” 

—Yes, now that I’ve succeeded in paying back a grown-up, I hope 




to meet you again in the next volume; farewell! 

“Oh, by the way. Mr. Kamiya, when will you have the manuscript 
for the second volume ready? Mr. Kamiya? Are you there? Hello?” 




XC.V&*-