Beneath the colorful fireworks marking the close of the Lily of the Valley Conference, the reflections of human and Pokémon slowly overlapped.
It was quiet and peaceful, with a warmth like sunshine in winter.
But the next moment—
"Misdreavus, we agreed to split them evenly! You ate an extra skewer!"
Dian stared at the grilled meat in front of him. In the blink of an eye, three skewers had vanished.
Those jaws were utterly merciless!
There was nothing he could do. He only had two hands and one mouth, but Misdreavus knew Substitute and Shadow Sneak, and she wasn't even afraid of hot food!
"Mis."
Misdreavus glanced at him with her red eyes. I was the one who bought this meat.
"I earned the money."
"Mis!"
As though refusing to concede, Misdreavus puffed out her nonexistent chest, then raised a lock of hair and pointed at herself, indicating that she had fought all the battles.
Dian reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth again. "You're dreaming. Without me as your calling card, would anyone pay you for going out and fighting? You'd be lucky if they didn't chase you down and corner you!"
Only a Pokémon and Trainer winning together earned money.
If a Pokémon won alone, all it would earn was an endless barrage of Poké Balls.
Dian stopped after eating a few skewers. He needed to return to Izabe Island now.
If Vibrava wanted to evolve into Flygon, he really would have to consult those two enormous Flygon.
He acted on the thought immediately, taking out his Advanced Styler and booking an airship ticket to Izabe Island online.
No scholar knew everything, himself included.
The mysteries hidden within Pokémon ran so deep that, in the end, almost every research institute would specialize in a single field.