The dragon was missing.
But Baimu didn't panic.
He called out a few times. Dragapult still didn't poke its head out from some hidden corner, but he remained calm.
After all, "running away from home" was its specialty.
The Old Cemetery was its old home. It was perfectly normal for it to wander somewhere familiar when it had nothing better to do. There was no need to make a fuss—
That was what he thought until he heard what Aggron quietly told him.
"Grrr~"
"That happened too?"
Baimu opened his mouth, suddenly feeling drained.
That stupid dragon... Was it afraid of embarrassing itself in front of Drakloak and Dreepy, so it had found somewhere to hide?
It had even slipped away without telling its Trainer.
Socially awkward dragon!
Its Ability might as well have changed to Own Tempo!
Sigh.
Being a Dragon Tamer was hard.
He glanced again at Hydreigon, which was locked in battle with Glastrier.
Seeing the blood-red gleam in its excited eyes, hearing its relentless, spirited roars, and watching Dragon Flame pour from all three mouths as though it cost nothing, he leaned against Blissey, feeling a little weary.
"Happy?"
"I'm fine. Just a little unhappy."
A troublesome Pokémon could age its Trainer decades overnight.
Thankfully, Dreepy Big Sister was sensible.
She often helped keep an eye on the mischievous Dreepy Little Brother. At worst, she was a little greedy when it came to food—but was that really a flaw in a Pokémon?
It was clearly a virtue that warmed his heart.
"My loyal subject."
Calyrex suddenly spoke. After some hesitation, it decided to expend some of its dwindling strength. "I can help you find that lost de—Pokémon."
Its Psychic-type powers could not scan the entire Crown Tundra, but scanning the area around the Old Cemetery would