No Game No Life - Volume 3 - Chapter Aft

AFTERWORD 
Here comes Christmas once agaiin! To collect the strain of leisure time that once was fuun! 
…This is Yuu Kamiya, back after four months with seasonal gags that will have expired by the time this goes on sale. This volume, as I mentioned in the afterword to the second, is a volume of convergence that brings together the currents flowing from the first volume so that the preparations Sora and Shiro have been plotting for “beating the game” all come into place. Basically, it’s a turning point that wraps up an arc, and given that—it’s frightfully dense and heavy… For this reason, I’m thinking I want to make the next volume wonderfully fluffy and light. You know, Sora and Shiro decide to hang around in the Eastern Union for a while, take in the animal ears, and hey, it’s a maritime nation—of course it’s got beaches. There’ll be Eek! Tee-hee-hee! developments in the swimsuit episode, and Sora will come to an epiphany: who the hell cares about work? I’m gonna live in moe-moe land! (Yeah, I know no one says moe-moe anymore—) 
“You’ll get lost if you start scribbling out your real-life wishes in your work. ? ” 
—Wh-who the hell are you?! What did you do with my usual editor, Editor S for Sadist! 
“S for Sadist— switched jobs .” 
…What are you saying? You sound like certain cicadas when they cry! You didn’t— 
“From this volume on, I, ‘S the Second,’ will be your editor. Looking forward to it. ? ” 
Oh, but now my editor is a woman with a sweet-sounding voice. Maybe she’ll treat me— 
“So, Mr. Kamiya, when can we expect the twenty pages of color illustrations we ordered?” 
—If you’d only give me time for a brief vision of fancy. I have now decided to call you Editor S for Sadist the Second. 
“Hee-hee, you may call me whatever you like, as long as the manuscript gets in. ? ” 
…Uh, uhh…I-I’m sorry. All my time got eaten up by the main text, and now that I’m writing this, the situation with the illustrations is pretty bad. I should particularly note that I don’t really understand where it says here, “Manga launch”… I sort of failed to notice it, which is what I said to myself so I could blatantly ignore it. It’s not really— 
“Oh, don’t worry. We hired someone else to do the manga.” 

“…is what it looks like! As Mr. Kamiya was unable to condense the main text, we were only able to fit in one page, but we hope you’ll pick up Comic Alive . ? ” 
Well, the song and dance aside. As I suppose you can see, I’m also helping out on it. And by “helping out” I mean doing everything up to the sketches . Since it’s a joint project with my wife, I guess it’s all right, but… 
“Mm? We got your proper authorization, didn’t wee?” 
I would say drawing my wife over to your side using the bait “I’ll give you some tofu skin” (TRUE STORY), going over the plan past the point of no return, and then telling me about it, all while calling that “proper authorization” is a fine example of a crime against humanity, don’t you think?! 
“Oh, well, you see, when I took over from the previous editor, he told me—” 
Mr. Kamiya plays mind games in real life, too, so don’t give him the upper hand. 
“—so I figured basic tactics would dictate I undermine your position and cut off your escape , right? ? ” 
 …… 
… Hff , so, yeah, there’s the manuscript for the fourth volume, and there’s the manga and the illustrations. So now, basically, I have no choice but to work like a pack horse, do I? Time for me to fulfill my duty as one of the cogs that make up the social— 
“Wow, Mr. Kamiya, now you’re talking! That’s the spirit!” 
What—you’ve never heard of sarcasm?! W-well, anyway, see you in the next volume! Ciao!