Purpose

Meanwhile, the Guide Venonat, was looking at it as if it were a fool, its eyes filled with a deep sorrow.

... Venonat your grief! I'm about to be kept by someone, what's there to grieve about?

The Prankster Venonat ignored the mentally challenged child next to it.

Dian added some Berry to the soup, then tasted it.

These days, why bother buying seasonings? Berry can solve all your problems; you can get any flavor you want.

Even if you spend several months in the Forest, you might not be able to eat all the Berry, and each one would taste different. No wonder wild Pokémon look down on human flesh; what flavor does it have? It's all protein and has no nutritional value whatsoever.

Glug, glug, glug.

Dian took another sip, then looked at the purple Venonat next to him. Why did he feel that these two were a bit dirty? Would putting them in to cook ruin his pot of soup? And what if there was some virus?

He thought for a moment and decided to continue drinking the soup. He would eat his fill first and then start eating the meat. Even if it wasn't very tasty, it wouldn't be a pity.

Dian took out three small bowls and served some soup to the impatient Misdreavus, the Hoppip who was Bind up two Venonat, and the Beedrill who was watching over them.

"Come on, let's eat first. I'm going to talk to those two Venonat about life and our Ideals."

Dian first walked up to the Guide Venonat, and asked, "Hmm, what flavor do you like? Salty? Sweet? Spicy?"

"Venonat?!"

The Guide Venonat, was stunned for a moment, then looked at Dian with Baby-Doll Eyes.

It turns out it had been misunderstanding the other person all along. The other person wasn't planning to make soup for the two of them, but rather to make soup for it. What a kind person!

They even came over to ask what flavor it liked; they're such a kind person.

Unfortunately, before the Guide Venonat could even finish celebrating, it heard a chilling remark.

"I've heard that when cooking live animals, you have to cater to their tastes so they'll willingly drink the broth and absorb the flavors better, resulting in a delicious soup."

The palace eavesdropper sighed softly and said to himself, "I didn't originally intend to eat you, but..."

He pointed sadly to his three Pokémon who were drinking soup, "But look, I have such a big family to feed. It's not easy for them, and they rarely get to eat meat. Just please be good to me and behave yourself."

"Venonat?!"

The Guide Venonat, immediately began to struggle. What a joke! Venonat life had just begun; how could it end like this?

It hadn't even left its mark on this world yet, so how could it just die like that, and be made into soup in such a humiliating way?

"But..."

Dian looked at the struggling Guide Venonat, and nodded with satisfaction. "My brother Dian always repays kindness and avenges wrongs. Now that you've helped me find this Venonat, don't worry, I'll make sure you leave without any trouble."

"..."

The Venonat fell silent; after all that talk, it still wanted to die.

Since you're already dead, what's the point of feeling good or bad?

At this moment, the Prankster Venonat, who was still fantasizing about a future of luxury and who wouldn't dare go west if its Trainer went east, seemed to understand...

So, it turns out, this Trainer didn't intend to capture them, but rather to make soup with them. Oh, I see. No wonder it felt something was off, and the Guide Venonat leading the way had been giving it a strange look. Now it all makes sense.

So, the Venonat, suddenly realizing what was happening, didn't hesitate to use its Confusion to untie itself. Hmph, humans are so foolish, thinking they could be tied up with just a rope? So stupid...

The Prankster Venonat pretended to be clueless, but was actually secretly untying the rope. Unfortunately for it, there was another Venonat next to it who knew everything about it.

Then, the Guide Venonat, unhesitatingly betrayed the Prankster Venonat, shouting, "Venonat! Venonat!"

Upon hearing the sound, Beedrill immediately placed the small bowl in its hand and appeared behind the two Venonat almost instantly, then pressed its gleaming Poison Sting against them.

At the same time, two shadowy tentacles swiftly bound the two Venonat together.

Innocent...

Dian silently shook his head. Miss Misdreavus Fairy is Pokémon who would do anything for food. How could she let her food escape? She's too naive.

Seeing the two Venonat fall silent, Dian nodded to himself, thinking that the time was almost right.

He didn't really want to eat the Venonat, that's why he specifically caught them.

Besides, are Venonat really edible? What if they're poisonous?

It's highly likely to be poisonous; you can't exactly eat a Venonat and then take an Antidote.

The main purpose of the hall was still focused on that Prankster Venonat, because it possessed three skills that he valued: Stun Spore, Poison Powder, and Sleep Powder.

These three skills are the reason he wasted so much time catching it. As for the other Venonat, it was used as a test subject so that the Hoppip could see how to better learn these three skills.

Dian walked over to the two Venonat, who looked somewhat desperate. "Do you want to live or die?"

"Venonat!"

"Venonat!"

Well, it seems that these two Venonat are quite positive and have no signs of depression; their will to survive is extremely strong.

Very good, the prince appreciates the pragmatic Venonat.

If a truly uncooperative, die-hard Venonat appears, that's when he'll have a real headache.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not occur.

After all, one is a traitor and the other is a prankster; neither of them seems to have any signs of depression.

"Hoppip, come here."

He turned and called over the Hoppip, who was sipping her soup.

"Hey?"

The Hoppip ran over carrying a small bowl, handed it to the hall, and then let out a puzzled cry.

How thoughtful of him! Knowing he was thirsty, he even handed him a bowl of soup. It was worth all the effort he put into catching those two Venonat.

"Gentlemen, this is my Hoppip."

The prince took a sip of hot soup to moisten his throat. "If you don't want to become soup stock, you'll have to teach it how to use Sleep Powder, Poison Powder, and Stun Spore, understand?"

The Guide Venonat, agreed without hesitation. As long as he wasn't immediately boiled alive, he was content to live one day at a time, every extra second was better than an immediate death.

The Prankster Venonat rolled its eyes, seemingly still hoping to get something, but when it saw the Misdreavus's expectant gaze, it immediately shivered... The Venonat sensed that this Misdreavus really didn't want it to agree so that it could cook, stew, and eat it.

So it nodded without hesitation. Better to live than die. It was a clever Venonat with a bright future ahead of it. How could it sacrifice itself now?