The Normal-type Gem

"Ta?"

The previously listless Octillery shuddered at the words "steamed" and "braised." Fortunately, the last condition was one it could just barely accept. Otherwise, it would have prepared to fight to the bitter end.

Of course, that was only wishful thinking on its part. Miss Misdreavus would have been delighted if it chose not to sell itself, letting her sample some octopus sashimi instead.

Dian took the two Poké Balls Misdreavus handed him and recalled Octillery, which had decided to betray its master to save its own skin, and Fearow, which was obediently playing dead. Then he locked the balls and tossed them into his backpack. Just as he had expected, all of Aaron's Poké Balls were black-market products, and they even seemed to have been modified to strengthen their locking function.

However, judging by those two Pokémon's reactions, neither felt any loyalty toward Aaron—a stark contrast to Houndoom.

Dian then recalled Quagsire and Slowpoke, marking Slowpoke's Poké Ball.

"Zubat, take this to Chinami."

Since there was no signal here, Dian had written a brief letter for Zubat to deliver.

"Zz, zz."

Zubat cried twice, took the letter in its mouth, and flew away.

Meanwhile, Beedrill had already gone to notify the Pokémon groups in the forest that had accepted his offerings: the job was done, it had been a pleasure working together, and they could cooperate again if another opportunity arose. It would also bring Skiploom back.

Misdreavus still kept Aaron bound as she followed Dian. Whether Aaron, who was being dragged along the ground, struck something or got scratched was none of her concern.

Of course, if Misdreavus did not care, Dian cared even less.

Soon, their figures disappeared into the forest.

The Tranquil Forest, which had suddenly erupted into turmoil, returned to its usual peace.

"Where