Lance used to be someone with an overwhelming thirst for killing. Even though he had never killed anyone himself, the one time he personally attacked a city, he had used Dragonair to lure most of the residents to the seaside before launching the attack.
But now, he had long since let it all go.
He was no longer as radical as before. Perhaps Yellow, who also possessed Viridian Force, had knocked some sense into him.
He could even forgive Heiduo for barging in so abruptly, silently putting on his clothes and sitting on the innermost stone chair.
"Cough, cough. You're Heiduo, right? The last time I saw a photo of you was years ago, so I didn't recognize you at first."
Like his younger sister, this Dragon user—a handsome, spiky-haired guy whose art style differed by a hundred thousand miles between the Elite Four arc and the HeartGold and SoulSilver arc—coughed twice and silently positioned himself as the senior.
Then he revealed a smile Heiduo found extremely familiar.
Yes, it was exactly the same smile Clair, Cynthia, and Lorelei wore whenever they faced him.
But that was normal. In terms of seniority, Lance was from the same generation as Cynthia and the others.
"Yes, it's me, Brother Lance..."
Heiduo paused, deciding it would be better to build some rapport.
Calling someone "brother" wouldn't cost him a piece of flesh.
Sure enough, when Lance heard how Heiduo addressed him, the smile on his face grew even wider.
"I'd heard about you from Clair and Lorelei long ago. It's just a pity we never got to meet." Lance did not mention the awkward situation from earlier, and naturally, Heiduo had no intention of stirring up trouble.
He merely smiled in agreement.
Lance then asked, "So, why are you here?"
"I came to