Moltres and the Flames of Gossip

At that moment, Iris, dressed in her classic outfit from the anime, raised her head and fixed her gaze on the farm fence stretching beyond sight.

It was just a farm, so why did it feel even bigger than the village in her Dragon Village?

"What does Miss Cynthia think?"

After shaking her head and marveling for a while, Iris looked up at the blonde beauty beside her.

Waist-length golden hair that seemed coated in sunlight, perfect proportions, and, most importantly, a cool yet exquisitely beautiful face and an incomparable aura.

No matter how many times she looked at Cynthia, Iris could not help but think, She really is so beautiful.

Yet Cynthia herself seemed completely unaware of it.

She merely rested her chin lightly on her slender fingers and answered seriously, "Indeed. It looks considerably larger than the estates I own in Sinnoh and several other Regions."

"Still, given his social standing here in the Paldea Region, it is hardly surprising."

Cynthia's gray eyes swept across the farm's main gate before settling on the tall and short figures lying there like guardian deities.

On the left was a lean Houndoom with a pair of demon-like curved horns.

On the right... Cynthia narrowed her eyes and repeatedly examined the large Pokémon. Even while lying beside the gate, it still gave off an imposing, heroic air.

Cynthia rapidly searched through her memories.

Could that be the Hisuian form of Arcanine she had once seen in historical records? A Pokémon that had once run across ancient Sinnoh—then known as "Hisui"—and should have long been extinct in the modern era?

Cynthia had heard about related matters from her grandmother, Dr. Mustard—

Professor Oak, Kanto Region's academic authority, had published an article about ancient Pokémon appearing in modern times.

But she had never expected