Who Was He, Really?

At the command of the Queen of Great Britain, an advance survey team ventured deep into the Augusto Mountains under the leadership of Elite Four Auston, beginning their investigation into the tremors in the Augusto Mountains and the eruption of Legendary Class energy overhead.

The clues were far too obvious. A passage that pierced through hundreds of meters of rock led directly to a research institute built deep underground. Other than the risk of being burned if they touched the scorching rock walls, it was practically a straight path with no danger at all.

It was not until Auston, who led the team, saw the dozens of people covered in severe burns yet eerily still clinging to life that his first reaction was to call for the emergency medical team.

But when his subordinate handed him several stacks of paper documents, and he saw the chilling research data and details within, Auston felt blood rush to his head. His reddened eyes glared at those "people" as he roared, "Beasts! Beasts!"

Auston himself was one of the upper class, so he naturally knew there were plenty among the higher-ups who viewed Pokémon purely as tools for battle. That was vile enough, but it was still far better than this—these scum who conducted inhuman experiments on intelligent Pokémon and treated them like disposable goods.

When lesser evil was compared to absolute evil, the gap could even rival the difference between good and evil.

As an inspirational figure promoted by the Great Britain Alliance—a man who had climbed from the common class to become one of the Elite Four—Auston regarded Pokémon as the most important beings in his life. Seeing this data made his heart ache dully.

"Mr. Auston, we found the deceased Mr. Charles and his son Ian among the researchers."

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