Let's Call You Little Three

The sudden blue light threw Sato into a panic. After learning that the Divinity Crown could not be inherited, he had already given up on having Zweilous evolve in Dragon Village.

Because of the special nature of Zweilous's evolution, unless Little Left and Little Right truly began devouring each other, they could remain in their second stage for the rest of their lives without any consequences.

Compared to his past life, when he had regarded them as his last hope of breaking through to Champion level, Sato was now still confident he could keep moving forward even without a fully evolved pseudo-legendary Hydreigon.

So if there truly was no other way, Sato did not mind letting Little Left and Little Right remain as they were.

But as their companions grew stronger and evolved, the adorably foolish Skorupi had become a dependable Drapion, and even Pikachu, who had once only known how to act cute, had begun growing rapidly.

Meanwhile, Krookodile, who had joined the team later than it, had already broken through to Pseudo-Elite Four Intermediate.

As one of the team's veterans, how could Zweilous have no thoughts of its own?

For that very reason, Little Left and Little Right's obsession with evolution was even stronger than Sato's.

If Sato had not repeatedly made it clear that he would help them find a way to evolve while retaining their consciousness, Little Left and Little Right might have secretly begun a "fair contest" long ago to see who could accompany Sato to the very end!

Watching the dazzling Evolution Light, Sato could not help taking two steps forward, hesitating over whether or not to interrupt Zweilous.

"Gardevoir!"

(Momo, trust Little Left and Little Right. Whether they succeed or fail, it is their own choice!) Gardevoir's voice sounded in Sato's heart, persuading