P.S. I forgot something last chapter.
Happy holidays, everyone!!
As for this author, who isn't celebrating, I'll go cry in a corner.
In just half a day, Dian had gathered one Weavile, seven Snover, two Beartic, and one Abomasnow under his command, forming a crybaby crew.
But they seemed to have hit a bottleneck. Now, whenever Pokémon on the outskirts of the tundra heard crying, they ran at once instead of charging in headfirst.
It couldn't be helped. Some had escaped, after all, including Cryogonal.
Word spread from one to ten, then ten to a hundred. The scapegoat plan was exposed.
That was what happened when his ground-bound crew was so hopeless. Not one of them could fly.
Regretfully, Dian had no choice but to head deeper in.
Of the seven Snover, he kept the first one that knew how to cry and the one that had slapped Weavile. He released the rest to spread the legend of Dian.
The terrifying two-legged creature.
"Weavile..."
Weavile walked across the ice, glancing back now and then at the two-legged creature leisurely sipping milk tea.
It looked left at the two tall, imposing Beartic, then right at the unusually fierce Abomasnow.
Two Snover followed behind them.
"Weavile?"
One question had been nagging Weavile: did it still need to obey?
Should it try talking to the other Pokémon in private? Maybe it was time to take charge.
But who should it approach first?
Abomasnow? It looked a little dim. What if it blurted everything out and sold Weavile out?
Weavile was a founding member of this crew now. It couldn't risk exposing itself.
If it had nothing to lose, Weavile could have rebelled without hesitation.
But now it blinked, wavering. It chewed a claw and glanced at the two Beartic on its left...