As for how to deal with Volo.
Baimu found himself in a bit of a dilemma. He couldn't exactly kill the guy, and it had been years since he had done anything like that.
But where in present-day Hisui was there a prison?
He looked to Looker for help, but she said nothing, as though it had nothing to do with her.
Come on!
At the very least, she was one of the People of Celestica, wasn't she?
Putting aside all those extra guesses about their identities, on the surface, Looker and Volo were on the same side.
As though sensing his dissatisfaction, Looker quietly set down her teacup.
"There are many ways to punish someone, aren't there?"
She turned to look at the devastated Ancient Retreat outside.
Baimu followed her gaze and immediately understood what she meant. Smiling, he said to the silent Volo, "Though none of this has happened yet, how about this? Once you restore the natural environment around here to how it was before, I'll let you go free."
"...What?"
Volo looked at him as though waking from a dream.
Baimu frowned. "Was what I said hard to understand? Fill the holes! Plant some trees! Look at the natural environment outside! Wasn't all of this caused by you?"
Fill holes? Plant trees?
"Fine—"
What a shameless person!
Volo was so angry his chest felt tight. Nine-tenths of the Ancient Retreat's destruction had been caused by Baimu's Pokémon. What did it have to do with him?
His Pokémon had been thrown away long ago, and most of Giratina's counterattacks had been aimed at the sky. Only Baimu's Pokémon had relentlessly attacked the ground, trying to blast Giratina out of the air.
And now this man was simply twisting black into white!
"Are you doing it or not?"