Nurse Blissey came out pushing a cart.
"Happy~"
"Mo~"
Pecharunt gazed longingly at gentle Miss Joy.
Compared with Baimu, whose appearance and manner seemed cold, and Ogerpon, who stirred up Pecharunt's fear, Miss Joy had made a much better impression on it.
Now that it had left the examination room, it felt rather like falling from heaven into hell.
Though this hell wasn't all that hellish...
Remembering the Shining Cuisine it had just eaten, Pecharunt still wanted more. It licked its lips without thinking.
Baimu stepped forward and took Pecharunt's examination report.
Miss Joy said, "We haven't found anything abnormal so far, and its brainwave readings are stable. Given the circumstances, I'd recommend continued observation."
"All right."
He nodded slightly.
Even in the Pokémon World, with its advanced technology everywhere, human and Pokémon brains remained subjects of ongoing study.
His gaze fell on Pecharunt. Startled, it immediately put on a frightened expression.
"Mo..."
"..."
Baimu raised an eyebrow.
He had fed it Shining Cuisine, and all this time he hadn't done a thing to hurt it. Why was Pecharunt still acting afraid?
He could have understood it from an ordinary, lower-level Pokémon, one ruled more by instinct than reason.
But Pecharunt was a high-level Mythical Pokémon.
There was only one explanation—
This was simply its nature.
Just as it had pretended to be a baby when they first met hundreds of years ago.
Back then, Baimu hadn't known what kind of Pokémon Pecharunt was, and it had nearly coaxed him into eating Poison Mochi.
Luckily, his sixth sense had been sharp enough.
Every time Pecharunt fed him one, he spat it out.
This time, Pecharunt hadn't tried because Baimu had never come close enough to its body. The Loyal Three had been the only ones near it throughout.
He had