Xia Yan waited for three whole days, yet White Elder and that group of royal descendants never came looking for trouble.
Later, Xia Yan thought it over carefully.
Made sense.
Anyone with a brain would not bring a large force to cause trouble in Motostoke right now.
Who was gathered in Motostoke at the moment?
Champions from every region, Elite Four members, and all kinds of powerful top-tier and veteran Trainers.
At a time like this, let alone White Elder leading a large group of Pokémon League descendants, even if the Pokémon League president came with the League forces, they would not be able to take Motostoke as it was now.
"Looks like they wanted to wait until the World Championships ended and everyone left Motostoke before looking for an opportunity to make their move."
The royal descendants had operated in the Galar Region for a very, very long time. They definitely knew the Galar Region better than Xia Yan did.
"But whatever. Come or don't come."
Xia Yan shrugged and finished the last sip of coffee.
"Giratina, what did Aegislash say?"
He turned to look toward the other side of the courtyard.
The enormous Giratina wore an expression as though it had seen a ghost.
[How is that possible?]
Hearing Xia Yan's question, Giratina could not help muttering aloud.
It looked at the "helpless" Aegislash before it, and the astonishment in its eyes deepened.
If—
When others called Xia Yan's Dragapult a "little Giratina," Giratina could more or less understand it. It might even have felt pleased by it.
After all, Dragapult really did resemble it.
And Dragapult had indeed learned a little about the use of Antimatter Energy from it.
But Giratina had never expected that the one who had truly learned the essence of using Antimatter Energy