No Game No Life - Volume 3 - Chapter Ep

TRUE END 
“Ha-choo!” 
“Why, Chlammy, how sweet your sneeze sounds. Is someone talking about you?” 
“…Must you read so much into a simple sneeze?” 
—The outskirts of the capital of Elven Gard. Having completed her round of reports without issue, Fi had returned. And Chlammy snapped her fingers before Fi’s eyes. What Sora had built into the covenant—the fraudulent accounting of the game. And— the cancel signal . 
“…My goodness. Why, I was just effectively forced into falsely reporting the rules so that Elven Gard would lose .” 
With a little smile, Chlammy started walking. Fi following along behind. 
“Fi, had you read this far ?” 
“Hee-hee. To my chagrin, why, I found myself unable.” 
She had read as far as Sora using Elven Gard to lay siege to the Eastern Union, but— 
“This must be what is called using up someone… Why, I was exploited to the very depths of my potential…” 
Everything that could be had been wrung from Fi and Chlammy, to the extent it was somehow refreshing. Considering this, Chlammy walked quietly. Having touched entirely upon Sora’s memories and awareness, Chlammy—like Shiro and like the Shrine Maiden—was one of the few parties in the world who entirely grasped Sora’s plan, his imagined method to beat the game . On the map of that strategy—her own name was engraved clearly. 
—Annotated with a brief and preposterous statement of her mission. But even faced with such a chore, Chlammy evinced no despair, no unease. With all those memories now filtered through the match with the Eastern Union, there was one thing Chlammy recalled. In the tournaments to decide the monarch of Elkia—his words as he’d grabbed her chin and fixed her with his gaze. 
— Don’t—underestimate humans like that. 
Having been witness to the potential of humans before her eyes, she’d spoken of the limits of Immanity. She laughed at herself. 
—She—was an Immanity, too. 
“It’s not my imagination, is it…? Why, Chlammy, you’ve changed a bit.” 
“Perhaps it is the influence of that man’s memories. You object?” 
“Hmmm, I only regret I may no longer be able to see the crybaby Chlammy.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t cry?!” 
But then Fi cautioned seriously. 
“But, Chlammy? Even if you try to be like that man—Sora—” 
“I know. I don’t have the foundation of his confidence—Shiro.” 
Yes, even Sora, who could pull off such feats. Without Shiro, his absolute, he couldn’t even remain confident about himself. 
“But I have you, Fi. I’ll find my own way.” 
A way for the weak, as the weak, to take down the strong. A way for herself, as herself, to overcome her own limits. 
—A way to fly without being able to fly—she’d find it. Just a little humbled, Chlammy turned to face Fi again. 
“…Will you help me?” 
“Why, of couurse I will. For you, Chlammy, I’d make enemies of the whole worrld.” 
Fi grasping Chlammy’s hand and smiling like the sun. Chlammy nodding gently and walking once more. 
“In that case…let us go, Fi.” 
“Why, certainly!” 
Hff , Chlammy subtly sighed. 
“ Undermine Elven Gard from within —it’s easy for him to say, isn’t it?” 
She faced the grandiose mission assigned to her by Sora, yet no unease remained on her face. Her feet as they moved forward held only deliberate purpose. 
“Very well, why don’t I go ahead and do it for him? Just you wait—Sora.” 
Her face as she continued onward bore the expression of a contender. 
A way for humans—as humans—to surpass humanity, to surpass the Ixseed—even to surpass the God. This was what the two sought as they walked forward. A means for Chlammy and Fi to create their own wings, of their own design. The two shadows headed beyond the horizon—but first—