Warmth before farewell

"Happy?"

Blissey was a little confused. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then "pat-pat" ran into the kitchen, grabbed a bunch of sauces, and came out shouting, "Happy, happy!"

She placed all the different jams she was holding on the table, indicating that the prince could use them as he pleased.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Hateful!

Does the service have to be this thorough...?

With slightly trembling hands, Dian picked up a spoon from the side, while secretly taking out a strip of stomach medicine from the outer layer of his backpack with his other hand, intending to take a few pills first.

He suddenly saw Nurse Joy come out of the workshop and immediately said cleverly, "Blissey! Such a delicious thing, as Trainer, I can't eat it all by myself. I must share this happiness with my Pokémon!!"

After he finished speaking righteously, he secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The death sentence has been commuted to a suspended death sentence; at least there's hope.

"Happy..."

Blissey blinked, then a mist quickly spread out. She swiftly grasped the palace hand and waved it rapidly, "Happy! Happy!"

She nodded quickly, then cast an admiring glance at the palace.

"Cough, cough..."

Dian tilted his head, feeling that if he continued to meet that gaze, his heart would ache.

"That's so well said. No wonder you've raised these children so well."

Nurse Joy walked over, said admiringly, and then handed over the Poké Ball in her hand, "Here, these three children are all in excellent health."

She gently stroked the pink ears of the lucky egg. "You are truly very lucky. If you had come a day later, you might not have seen this child, let alone tasted this steamed egg custard."

"What's wrong with the Blissey '? She made them really well!"

Dian frowned. Could someone have complained? That shouldn't be the case. Some of the Trainer come here do know that this Blissey is a terrible Blissey, but even so, they are still grateful for it.

"No, it's me being transferred. I'll be going back to headquarters tomorrow, and then I'll be moving to a new location. As for here, it will be handed over to the new Nurse Joy."

Nurse Joy smiled and shook her head. "So, you really are lucky, in every sense of the word."

After she finished speaking, she winked at the palace, then chuckled and turned to walk back.

Dian silently covered his face. He wasn't moved at all, he wasn't blushing, absolutely not. As a staunch lolicon, his will was unbreakable!

"Happy!"

The Blissey urged Dian to release the Pokémon and then eat it quickly.

Only then did Dian realize that now was not the time to be immersed in the intellectual beauty of Nurse Joy's smile; a much greater challenge awaited him.

"Come out, Hoppip, Misdreavus, Beedrill."

The monk called out his Pokémon one by one, then said kindly and gently, "This is an Egg of Blissey! A rare find! Delicious! It was specially made for you by Blissey!"

He quickly extricated himself from the situation.

Looking at his Pokémon with their innocent expressions, Dian felt a pang of heartache for them. Sigh... Ignorance is bliss. He quickly suppressed his inner weakness. It's alright, Nurse Joy is right here. At most, they'll get anorexia, nothing serious.

If I, the pillar of my family, were to fall ill, what would happen to my hungry Pokémon?

"Dream?"

The Misdreavus looked suspiciously at the seemingly delicious steamed egg custard, then blocked the Hoppip that was about to take a bite.

As for the Beedrill, it only glanced at it before gesturing for the others to eat first, saying it would try some later, since it wasn't particularly interested in gourmet food.

The Misdreavus's eyes darted around, and then it quickly came up with an idea.

She gently picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful from the edge of the steamed egg custard, and handed it to her, saying, "Meng."

Misdreavus gave her Trainer a sweet smile.

Dian's hand trembled slightly, but luckily he had placed it under the table, so no one noticed.

Well, the hunter who spends his days hunting geese never expected to get pecked in the eye by one.

"That's just Misdreavus, right? It's so cute! It's even feeding its Trainer!"

"Yes, her Trainer so lucky."

"Damn it! I'm so fed up with this world where people are constantly showing off their love."

The surrounding crowd cast envious and resentful glances.

Dian stared silently at the golden egg custard in front of his mouth. He knew he was dead, driven to his death by his own intelligence. But all he wanted to know was why!

Even in death, one should die with understanding.

He looked up and gave the Misdreavus a questioning look.

He was certain he hadn't given anything away, so why was the Misdreavus so sure there was something wrong with the steamed egg custard?

The Misdreavus Lady gave an evil smile and pointed to herself.

Even if you act perfectly, you can't escape her emotional Perception.

The man suddenly realized that he had forgotten this crucial point, and that his death was not unjust!

He sighed inwardly. What's yours is yours, there's no escaping it. But he casually tossed the empty plastic sheet into the trash can. Luckily, he had already taken his medicine in that short time.

Dian gently swallowed the egg custard from the spoon.

An unparalleled sense of satisfaction blossomed from the bud on the tip of his tongue, and a feeling of happiness filled his heart.

Even someone who doesn't understand happiness would probably grasp its meaning if they tasted this delicious food.

This transcends mere deliciousness; it reveals something much purer.

The steamed egg custard is merely a vessel; what truly matters is the happiness it embodies.

Misdreavus tilted its head, looking at its Trainer's expression of complete understanding.

She glanced at the steamed egg custard on the plate. Could something so dangerous really change the morally warped mind of someone with warped values?!

Dian quickly opened his eyes, then swiftly scooped up a spoonful and ate again.

Misdreavus's eyes flickered, but she didn't move. This was probably a common tactic of her cunning Trainer —to drag someone down with her even in death.

But after a closer Perception, she was puzzled. It did seem quite delicious, but how could it be? This must have been made by the terrifying chef, Blissey, right next to her! It's no wonder it tastes bad.

When the palace maiden began her third bite, the Misdreavus finally realized that her cleverness had backfired. So, she quickly grabbed a large spoon and started eating as well.

"Dream!!"

When the Misdreavus took its first bite, it was immediately delighted and then quickly began to eat.

"Hey hey."

The obedient and sensible Hoppip used the two leaves on its head to roll up two spoons and scoop a spoonful for itself and the Beedrill to eat.

"Happy!"

Watching the others happily eating, Blissey clapped its hands in delight, feeling that its efforts in making this steamed egg custard with Nurse Joy's help had finally paid off.

Nurse Joy glanced in their direction, then smiled, shook her head, and continued to focus on her work.