"Good work."
Roy hugged the Mimikyu that had leaped into his arms and gently patted its head as a reward.
The Ninetales curled up nearby opened its eyes. Though she felt a little jealous, she knew Mimikyu had done something important tonight and deserved this praise.
Just then, the doorbell rang, followed by a flurry of urgent knocking.
Roy knew who had come. The corner of his lips curled up slightly as he leisurely walked over and opened the door.
Besides the two bodyguards sent by the president, several men in black suits stood there, staring sternly at Roy.
They pulled out their credentials. The three letters FBI clearly identified them.
"Mr. Roy, did you leave this room yesterday?"
"Can you stop asking questions you already know the answer to?" Roy shrugged and retorted, "Haven't you been monitoring the area the whole time? Wouldn't you know whether I went out or not?"
"..."
The FBI agents looked at one another in silence.
Still unwilling to give up, the lead agent said, "We received intelligence that your Mimikyu committed a murder in New York yesterday..."
"Oh?" Roy smiled, but his words allowed no room for retreat. "Please present concrete evidence. If you don't have any, negotiate with our Dragon Country embassy first. If they permit it, I'll cooperate with your investigation. In a world with Pokémon powers, if eyewitness testimony is to be used for a conviction, the witness must undergo a lie-detection test using the Psychic move Hypnosis."
The witness would inevitably speak the truth.
And what was the truth?
Thirty Professional-level Ghost-type Pokémon had surrounded and attacked a single Mimikyu, then lost...
That was absolutely right!
Taking down thirty Professional-level opponents alone was far too outrageous. That had to be at least Top Master-level, didn't it?
Roy's Mimikyu had