City of Blood and Bone: A Prison

"No wonder they are descendants of Sikart."

The bespectacled man also took out a black Poké Ball, but didn't summon his Pokémon. "However, I thought I hid it well. How did you know I'm Descendant of Orlando?"

"The three priests of the Blue Sky Country who guarded the Napolant Stone: Orlando, Niphia, and my ancestor Sicart."

"Back then, my ancestor Sicart, after learning of Lester's terrifying ambitions, contacted Sicart and Orlando to secretly plot his removal, but alas..."

The High Priest seemed unhurried, and instead began to recount, "Orlando secretly stole the sacred key belonging to Niphia, thus enabling Lester to open the Altar leading to the Napolant Stone and destroy it with the Sword Napolant Stone Sword of Royal Authority."

Without the power of the Napolant Stone, the Napolant Kingdom was unable to suppress the Great Tsunami, and thus vanished overnight.

The High Priest calmly recounted this buried history, "However, although Orlando stole Niphia's sacred key, Niphia reacted instantly and seized Orlando's Golden Scepter."

"My ancestor Sicart took the Guardian Ball that sealed the Cofagrigus and escaped from Napolant, which was on the verge of destruction."

He took out a black and gold Poké Ball. "These things are pretty useless now."

After the priest finished speaking, he threw the Black-and-Gold Poké Ball in his hand. Whether by coincidence or not, it landed right next to the stone platform in the center.

"Orlando, carrying the wounded Sword of Royal Authority, came to the Johto and built this Ruins, firstly to restore the Sword of Royal Authority' Sword of Royal Authority, and secondly to protect its safety."

He didn't seem worried about the opponent's sneak attack, but looked at the shield and sword floating on the stone platform, "But my ancestor Sikart never gave up his dream of rebuilding the Blue Sky Country, and passed on his will from generation to generation."

But Niphia's descendants lost this belief! They actually planned to hand over the Golden Scepter to the League, so I took it back."

The High Priest gave the Blue-Haired Girl and the bespectacled man a mocking smile. "In truth, our Sicart clan has always been monitoring your Descendant of Orlando and Lester, awaiting the day the Sword of Royal Authority is restored."

"The Sword of Royal Authority..."

The bespectacled man looked at the golden shield and sword, remained silent for a moment, and then took out a golden Poké Ball. "I see. From the beginning, you could have taken this Poké Ball that could retrieve the Sword of Royal Authority."

"It's just that you couldn't determine when the Sword of Royal Authority would be restored, nor did you know what my ancestor Orlando had planned, so you've kept it in our hands all this time."

He suddenly frowned. "But neither of us are priests of Napolant anymore, and Napolant has already been destroyed. The so-called Sword of Royal Authority is nothing more than an Aegislash. Is it really worth all this trouble?!"

"If you hadn't kidnapped Laika, I wouldn't be here."

Descendant of Orlando, Belia, frowned. "Does this make sense?"

"Just a single Aegislash? Does that even make sense?!"

High Priest Kanon suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly extremely surprised, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"As expected, Lester really wanted to bury everything. It's incredibly stupid."

Kanon burst into laughter. "And Orlando, who followed Lester and was influenced by him, also passed on nothing but a few simple things to you."

After he finished laughing, he looked at Belia with great interest. "Before the time is right, I'll mercifully explain it to you."

"The greatest sacred object of the Napolant Kingdom is the Napolant Stone. The Napolant Stone protects the entire Blue Sky Country from the threat of the Great Tsunami, ensuring a life of peace and prosperity. However! The Napolant Stone requires a powerful energy source to replenish itself!"

"This energy comes at the cost of Pokémon lives! Whether this is a secret in the Napolant Kingdom is debatable, but unfortunately, everyone ignores it, except for two people! Lester and Orlando!"

Kanon suddenly glanced at Houndoom, "Although my beliefs differ from those of these two, it doesn't stop me from admiring Lester's actions. To the human subjects of Napolant, he is a foolish king, but to the Pokémon of Napolant, he is a true king."

He calmly remarked, "In any case, I must thank Lester, because it was he who banished my ancestor instead of killing him, which is why I was born."

From this perspective, Lester truly lived up to his role as the guardian True King.

He suddenly stomped his foot on the ground. "Lester got what he wanted, but he sacrificed far more than just the countless lives of his Napolant."

It is also the culmination of countless efforts by the Cross. The collapse of Napolant has affected so many; what right does Lester have to make this decision on behalf of everyone in Napolant?

Upon hearing this, Dian sneered for some reason. He touched the Misdreavus, who was also listening intently. How absurd! If the High Priest's words were true, countless Pokémon would have sacrificed their lives to protect Napolant's existence.

It can be said that the survivors live on cities built of blood and bones, nonchalantly consuming the sustenance of life, and thus survive. The reason is simple: the victims were not themselves!

Lester chose to liberate the prison, and regardless of the outcome, at least he gave all his subjects an equal chance to live.

However, it cannot be denied that what the priest said also makes sense. There may not really be right or wrong here, but only that people with different beliefs cannot work together.

However, the hall agreed more with Lester's approach.

If Napolant continues in this way, it will likely face destruction in the end, and what will be destroyed will not be an empty city, but countless lives.

Moreover, once you accept this kind of sacrifice, you might find yourself being the one to be sacrificed one day.

"Dream..."

Misdreavus Demon tightly gripped Dian's hair, clearly unsettled. She turned over, glanced down at Dian, and their eyes met, everything unspoken.

"Sizzle..."

The Zubat flapped its wings, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction.

Just as Kanon was about to say something more...

A mocking voice suddenly rang out, "So, when your ancestors, and the rest of the Napolant Kingdom, sacrificed the lives of their Pokémon to survive, did they ask for their opinions?!"