Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

Jean-Jack Eustace.

I know you've noticed somehow already, but he's one of those people I traveled with three years ago.

He was a nobleman of a certain country but a one-of-a-kind nobleman who said he abandoned the governor for his creed rather than for his own dreams...

"I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Heh, that's the same thing for me. Well, I heard rumors of the wind coming back."

Jean sat at the table where we were surrounded.

"Uh... in your acquaintance with Mr. Yashiro?

Bernadette, who was watching me and Jean, asked with her hands up small.

"Yeah, poor lady. Me and him are old friends. I've been seeing him again for years."

"You have a good friend, Mr. Yashiro!

"Just a little compliment. Certified as a good person."

You're too chocolate. Hey.

"Again.... my name is Jean Jack Eustace. Did the profession just say bard?

When so named, Jean rings the guitar with Borolon.

"Jean-Jacques Eustace?... Are you Jean-Jacques Eustace, the author of that" Herald of the Brave "!?

When I heard Jean's name, Bernadette stood up and listened back in momentum.

And in that Bernadette word, I couldn't help overhear it.

"'The Herald of the Brave'...... hey no way temee"

"Hahaha, don't worry. I didn't give you your name."

The same goes for the names, but seriously, I don't want my black history to be booked.

"I can't believe I'm meeting that Jean-Jacques Eustace! Sign, please."

"I don't mind."

Jean removes the inked feather pen from nowhere.

You don't have any feathers on your hat, do you?

"I'll make it a treasure!

"Thank you. I'm sure the book would be delighted to have such a beautiful woman like you."

Jean wrote the autograph with a familiar hand on the cover of the book Bernadette put out. Oh, there's wings back in the hat. When.

... um, but I don't like anything about it.

When I look at Bernadette, who is happy to have me signed, my chest feels so uneasy.

"Why? You're gonna tell me how to meet Mr. Vaudan, aren't you?

Oh, of course.

Kind of annoying. I ask to switch stories.

Jean, who nodded at my words, reached for a hidden pocket in his cape, took out a piece of paper wrapped around a circle and spread it over the table.

"Hmm?..." Gallarier Demon Costume Martial Arts "Masayambu, Be Io Qualifying Competition"?

There was a "Gallarier Demon Costume Martial Arts" qualifying notice written there that I was looking forward to watching.

"There are seven qualifying districts in Be-Io."

Jean looked at me and laughed at me.

... this guy is going to make me a story!?

I remember calling myself a bard opponent, with Bernadette at the margin of a crappy, seated couchet with a book.