The herd's evolution

Just then, Dian realized he was hungry, so he sat down and started eating a Berry.

Judging by the time, the Beedrill and the others should have already noticed something was wrong and rushed back.

As soon as they were told, a Beedrill suddenly appeared next to the group of Glutton, looking at them with a slightly helpless expression.

"Hey hey!"

With a "snap," the Hoppip jumped off the Beedrill's embrace and happily ate a Pink Berry.

"Have some too, then you can get back to work."

Dian immediately took out some specially made Pokéblock and handed them to Beedrill.

The Beedrill nodded, took it, and then, still wary, quickly began to eat.

Glug!

After taking another sip of his blueberry drink, Dian immediately sighed with satisfaction. This was exactly the taste.

With food at home, I have nothing to fear. Thank you all for your generous support along the way, and please continue to guide me in the future.

The Misdreavus is now quickly disassembling and reassembling the antlers on the ground, seemingly to repay the kindness shown to her earlier, and unusually, she's determined to do it all by herself.

As for the Stantler, after eating and drinking its fill, it lay obediently on the Ground-type and fell asleep peacefully.

It seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, with two small bubbles rising and falling with its even breathing.

The palace maid shook out the tablecloth, intending to put it away, but then thought for a moment and draped it over the little Stantler.

The moment he encountered the Stantler, a message immediately appeared before his eyes.

"Stantler - Normal-type, large-horned Pokémon. Its curved horns create a wondrous atmosphere and an incredible space around it."

Ability: Frisk.

The palace barely glanced at it before absorbing all the information into its mind. It was rare to Frisk Ability like that. However, being able to Frisk the opponent's Items must have given it an extraordinary Perception ability in reality.

"Upon closer inspection, she's actually quite cute."

The palace looked it over. It was a pity that it was still too small. Otherwise, it would have been good to capture it and form a Glutton League, with Snorlax as the leader.

Of course, he's still a long way from being able to afford to keep Snorlax, but he'll succeed someday.

"Splash."

"Splash splash splash."

"Splash, splash, splash."

Just as the prince finished praising the little Stantler, strange Growl suddenly rang out from the surroundings, seemingly in agreement.

"Well..."

A cold sweat quickly broke out on Dian's forehead. He guiltily raised his head and met the gaze of a Stantler that was very close to him.

The black pupils opposite remained completely unmoved, as if to say, "This deer is not happy at all."

Dian froze, then quickly thought, "Is this Illusion?"

Then he quickly retreated, shouting at the same time, "Misdreavus, Beedrill!"

The Beedrill immediately became alert, protecting the Hoppip before darting back into the Pink cloud above.

The Misdreavus quickly grabbed Dian and flew away as well.

This time, neither of the Pokémon tried to determine if the herd was an illusion, because they trusted their Trainer's judgment.

If you try to probe the deer herd again at this point, you might just be Taunt by them.

If they are truly angered, so many Stantler might use Hypnosis together...

Then the princess could be tied up and taken back to be her "bandit's wife".

Strangely, the Stantler simply watched the deer and their companions leave without making any other move.

Slap, slap

"Huh?"

The Stantler suddenly woke up, got up and looked around, then seemed a little confused.

"Whoosh."

One of the most handsome Stantler in the herd slowly walked over, looked at the little Stantler affectionately, and then rubbed its face against its forehead.

"Waaah!"

The Stantler happily rubbed against its way back.

After tenderly caring for its young, the Stantler, seemingly the king of the stags, walked to the center of the meadow, raised its head, and let out a sharp cry.

In an instant, the entire deer herd began to respond, emitting a chorus of Growl.

As the deer herd called out, the Pink mist around them surged rapidly, then slowly converged on each Stantler in the herd. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the more robust the Stantler, the more Pink mist gathered around it.

Smack

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

One of the Stantler's antlers suddenly fell off its head, and then, as if it had expected it, it began to frantically absorb the surrounding mist.

Slowly, a pair of even more exquisite antlers grew back from the top of its head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Whoosh!"

The Stantler having grown back, let out a loud cry, and its body seemed to have become stronger as well.

Just then, a small Stantler emerged from the herd. It slowly walked to the fallen antlers and ate the two black spheres attached to them.

Immediately afterwards, the once shiny antlers on the ground quickly became dilapidated.

In an instant, this mysterious change was taking place throughout the entire deer herd.

If the temple were still there, people would probably be mesmerized and captivated by it.

Even Pokémon that cannot evolve will find their own unique ways to strengthen themselves and their entire species.

Finally, when the entire deer herd had completed their metamorphosis, a new set of exquisite antlers had appeared on the ground.

These are excess, as their young cannot possibly eat that much at once, so they will eventually return to the Pink mist.

Three dark figures suddenly flew out of the Forest and stopped in mid-air.

Looking down at himself, if he hadn't been inside himself, who could imagine that a Pink realm existed within this seemingly ordinary Forest?

From the outside, there is no trace of the Pink mist; it seems to have vanished without a trace.

"The curvature of the antlers of the Stantler can subtly alter the flow of surrounding air, creating a mysterious space."

Dian was thinking about the information in his mind, which was part of the information he obtained when he deliberately encountered the little Stantler. Originally, he thought it was just an explanation or speculation, but now it seems to be true.

After escaping the Pink area, the Misdreavus finally breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, it felt really bad to be caught taking other people's things. If she were to do it again next time, it wouldn't be a problem that could be solved with just a Candied Hawthorn.

You need at least two... no, you need three!

Misdreavus Demon solemnly swore an oath in the name of the Candied Hawthorn Hunter!

The happiest one at this moment is the Hoppip, which closes its eyes and enjoys the gentle breeze blowing in mid-air.