I Am Bonded in Another World

A bard keeps writing something on a piece of parchment. She said she was recording a poem. The title of the poem is called "Bond". In the poem, there is a spearman who always talks weird things and has an abnormal mind, a frost mage whose movements can make the air freeze but hates winter, a guard who is clearly a girl but holds a shield that does not fit his size, a marksman who can fall asleep instantly no matter when marching, fighting or even picnicking, and herself, an elf poet who can never keep up with the rhythm. She said that this is a poem about how we, the unreliable ones, unknowingly saved the world. We all laughed when we heard it, saying that poets love to exaggerate. It was not until much later that our names were actually engraved on epic inscriptions and sung by countless bards. The bard's thick manuscript of "Fetters" is called the most vivid page in the continent's chronicles. We just remembered in a daze It turns out that all epics were originally written by a group of unreliable people on a not-so-serious journey, piece by piece, of warm daily life.