"I know," the girl replied with a grin. "But Little Zygarde is Little Zygarde."
"..."
Unable to do anything about her, the Pokémon calling itself Zygarde could only sigh and helplessly accept the unique name the girl used for it.
Perhaps because it had fused with half the core left behind by that one, it felt that it had changed considerably, becoming less and less like itself.
As one of the Observers of Order, it held an inexplicably strong fondness for a soul as pure as the girl's.
Otherwise, their first encounter would never have happened not long ago.
After all, compared to its compatriot that had already returned to the embrace of the world, it had originally advocated avoiding contact with creatures within the order.
Not only Pokémon, but humans as well.
As the God of Order, they should stand high above all else and overlook the world. They would never twist order or deny themselves because of outside influences.
But now, it truly had become quite different from before.
Thinking of this, Zygarde spoke again, asking the girl who was feeding it bread while humming a country tune, "Kalos, how are the preparations going?"
The girl... Kalos paused. With her other hand, she brushed aside the golden hair blocking her vision, looked seriously at Zygarde, and answered without hesitation, "I've been ready for a long time."
The girl no longer had any relatives.
About ten years ago, her parents had been caught up in a war in a small country and perished.
At the time, she had only just begun to remember things.
Her parents had been orphans who relied on each other, with no relatives to speak of. They had only left her the house in the countryside to live in.
There was nothing to prepare, nor