The Coffagrigus—in bathtub form—fell silent after saying that.
The bizarre appearance of this thing made Froslass's Disguise seem much more plausible. After all, if a coffin could turn into a bathtub, how hard could it be to make a shell out of ice and snow?
It was just that Froslass had no artistic talent or manual dexterity, which was why the final result looked neither human nor ghost.
Thinking back on what it had just said, perhaps "after two-thirty" was the time when Coffagrigus woke up every day and tried to go back to sleep.
No one would be happy to be disturbed during that stage.
Good grief!
After all that, he was actually lying in the most dangerous place!
Baimu shuddered. Then his vision suddenly went black as something blocked it.
"Dreepy!"
It was Dreepy, which had flown back. The little fellow could hardly wait to go out and search for its brother. The difference was that it might previously have flown toward Pheobe, who had been the first to offer help, but now it chose Baimu's side without hesitation.
"Heeey..."
Pheobe's face took on a meaningful expression.
It wasn't that she was jealous because Dreepy had been "spirited away." She was simply surprised that the little fellow had established a bond of trust with Baimu in such a short time.
As a medium who could communicate telepathically with Ghost Pokémon, she knew very well how difficult it was to earn their trust.
A Trainer whom Steven often mentioned really was no ordinary person.
Poppy had also taken in the entire scene, but she wasn't surprised at all. Having served as an Elite Four member for much longer and met countless Trainers, she could tell at a glance whether someone had talent or some outstanding quality.
After pulling Dreepy