“Joel McGregor Joestar. The records state that he was born on April 1, 1868. His mother was Nisa McGregor. He was the illegitimate son of George Joestar, a knight of the British Empire, a Ripple practitioner, and an archaeologist. He once defeated a vampire alongside Jonathan Joestar.”
The sound of the typewriter stopped for a moment. The man in a crisp German military uniform paused to think.
“Later disappeared in Egypt on January 15, 1889. A month later, the ship Jonathan was aboard sank.”
“However, not long ago, in April 1938, our scouts discovered that he had appeared once more, without any apparent signs of aging...”
“His various abilities far exceed anything we previously knew of Ripple practitioners. He also assisted our army in defeating the Pillar Men. Current status: killed in action.”
“Army Major William.”
The soldier lifted his fingers from the keys, looked at the words on the typewriter, and raised both hands above his head.
“Is this good enough?”
“Very good, but add one sentence.” The voice behind him said, “Recommendation: cease all further investigations into him or the Joestar family.”
Joel withdrew his fingers from the back of the soldier’s head. Just as silently as he had appeared, he vanished without a trace.
