After closing the door, Froslass, who was still recovering her strength, sat ladylike on the ice bed. Everything in this room, made almost entirely of ice, felt wonderfully comfortable to her.
Roy took a Rage Candy Bar out of the little green box and held it beneath his nose for a sniff.
Matcha flavor, too?
Roy broke off pieces of the matcha-flavored Rage Candy Bar for Froslass and Little Absol.
"Roy, I want some too!"
Marshadow stretched a little black hand out of the shadows. Pryce mistaking him for Ancient Gengar earlier had really made him furious.
Now he desperately needed food to soothe his anger. As he ate away his frustration, he grumbled that if that old man Pryce had no use for his eyes, he should donate them. How could he mistake him for Ancient Gengar?
Those cruel words really wounded a mythical Pokémon's heart.
Seeing how angry Marshadow was, Roy comforted him while taking another bar out of the box just for him, hoping to calm him down.
Froslass nibbled at her Rage Candy Bar, still picturing the golden Avalugg atop the glacier.
She wanted to be like that Avalugg, able to make countless Pokémon submit simply by releasing an aura of pressure.
In her imagination, Froslass even replaced Avalugg with herself after Mega Evolution.
"What are you thinking about?"
Roy's voice interrupted Froslass's thoughts.
"Fross."
"You want to be as strong as that Lord of the Snowfield, Avalugg?"
After learning what was troubling Froslass, Roy could only comfort her. She was actually only two years old, after all. Reaching Pseudo-Elite Four strength at her age was already quite impressive.
Roy's reassurance did not make Froslass feel any better. Instead, she began wishing she had hatched two years earlier.
"If you'd hatched two years earlier, you might