The carriage was dimly lit.
Baimu asked in surprise, "You can understand Corsola?"
He hadn't translated for anyone just now!
Allister froze, then raised a hand helplessly and said in a flustered tone, "Um—"
"I'd heard that you could understand Ghost Pokémon. So it was true."
Baimu took the initiative to bail him out.
But when he recalled what Allister had said earlier, the corner of his mouth twitched again.
What kind of Ghost Train, meant to symbolize horror and terror, was used for family reunions?
Still, as a train specifically tasked with escorting Ghost Pokémon, running into fellow townsfolk along the way did not seem all that strange.
"You two carry on. I won't disturb you."
He slowly placed Galarian Corsola on the floor.
The unfriendly dark red gazes of the Corsola relatives immediately softened, and they wriggled happily closer.
Compared to the exceptionally sluggish Slacker Coral, its relatives were far more lively, scrambling to crowd around it.
Scrape, scrape, scrape—
The sound of stone shells rubbing together continued.
The Galarian Corsola's delight was impossible to conceal.
Slacker Coral: "..."
"It doesn't seem very happy?" Porygon Phone whispered.
Just as it said, reuniting with family should have been something worth celebrating, yet Slacker Coral was far too calm.
Especially compared to its enthusiastic relatives.
Baimu tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It thinks they're a hassle. It's not like you just met this guy yesterday."
Slacker Coral could be pretty indifferent sometimes.
No matter how warmly someone treated it, it was difficult to get a similar response from it. It was like a cat that would forever look down on the person cleaning up after it.
If someone wanted it to pay attention to them, provoking it was the only way.
Hydreigon had plenty of experience in that