The Situation Remained Unclear

When Lester heard the thunderous rumble from nearby, he felt relieved instead. It was as though he had laid down every burden he carried.

He slowly climbed the spiral staircase beside him to the highest point in all of Napolant.

"I haven't felt such a cool sea breeze in ages."

Lester looked out over the deserted city and the enormous waves surging in the distance. A smile touched his face. He turned toward a spot in the empty air, smiled again, and moved his lips.

Boom!

The scene before Dian shattered. Who had Lester been talking to just now?

"Mis?"

Misdreavus tugged desperately at Dian with her shadow, shaking him back and forth. Her red eyes were full of worry.

"Hana!!"

Skiploom suddenly released a soothing fragrance that drifted toward Dian.

"I'm fine."

Dian opened his eyes, petted Misdreavus, then praised Skiploom. "Aromatherapy. Great job, Skiploom."

"Aromatherapy—Grass-type, status move. Releases a soothing fragrance that cures everyone's status conditions."

He blinked, and the words before his eyes quickly vanished.

"Mis?"

Misdreavus sighed in relief. Only then did she notice the exquisite necklace around Dian's neck: a red chain holding an aquamarine orb.

She reached out to touch it, then floated behind him for a closer look and gave a puzzled cry. Hadn't that been sitting on the stone pedestal?

And her Trainer had warned them not to touch it, only to sneak it away and wear it himself.

Miss Misdreavus puffed out her cheeks and went rummaging through the backpack for candied hawthorn. She was upset, and she needed a snack to settle her nerves.

"Hana, hana."

Skiploom happily rubbed against Dian's leg, then went back to look at the little blue flowers.

Beedrill relaxed and put away the Healing Crystal he had taken out. He had thought Dian had been