"It's fine, Miss Diantha. You can follow the original plan and take a few photos while holding Vaporeon in his normal form.
Then, after he undergoes Mega Evolution, you can ride directly on his back and have him carry you out of the water."
The photography director was clearly a professional. Before the shoot had even begun, he had thoughtfully designed several sets of poses for Diantha.
"Have me ride Seiya for the photoshoot..."
Seeing the troubled look on Diantha's face, the photography director asked curiously, "Is there something inconvenient about that?"
"It's not inconvenient for me. I'm mainly worried Seiya won't agree..."
Hearing Diantha's words, the photography director looked even more puzzled. "But isn't Eevee your Pokémon, Miss Diantha?
Could it be that your relationship is usually rather distant, and he doesn't want to get close to you?"
Diantha did not know how to respond to the photography director's words.
If Seiya really were her Pokémon, then something this minor naturally would not have been a problem.
But the key issue was that she and Seiya merely had a cooperative relationship. She had already put quite a bit of effort into persuading him to accompany her to Desert City for work.
Now, asking him to let her ride on his back—how could someone like him, who rivaled a Legendary Pokémon, possibly agree?
That was right. Diantha believed that extraordinary Pokémon like Seiya, who could rival Legends, possessed a certain degree of pride.
The fact that Seiya had previously refused to be caught by anyone was more than enough proof of that.
Riding a Legendary Pokémon was not something simple, either. Diantha was worried that something like this might thoroughly anger Seiya, and that would not be worth the loss.
Seeing Diantha's troubled expression, the photography director also looked regretful.