Mingyou gave the group no courtesy at all. Courtesy had to be earned, and he had been ready to sit down and talk things through with them.
But the moment he came out, they skipped introductions and claimed the moral high ground, trying to force him to hand over Meloetta.
Did they really think that would work?
He chuckled and looked at the grown man at the front, whose brown hair fell somewhere between short and medium length. Without even giving him a chance to get angry, Mingyou clapped his hands, turned to the side, and called, "Butler, show them out."
"Right away!"
The Villa's butler nodded and played along. Though Cynthia owned the Villa, he had come to admire Mingyou during his time there. He understood why Cynthia had acknowledged him despite his young age.
Besides, this was Cynthia's Villa. These people had barged into its living room without permission. Under the laws of the Unova Region, they were trespassers. Even if someone sent out a Pokémon and killed them, they would not be held responsible, though they might have to pay some compensation.
When the butler called the servants over, the visitors finally seemed to remember whose Villa this was. Drayden had warned them before they came not to cause trouble here and to keep the discussion civil.
But Meloetta had been missing for so long. Now that they finally had a lead, they had found her in the hands of a rich man from another region who had made his fortune selling fruit. How could they stand that? They had to take her back. She was a Mythical Pokémon of the Unova Region...
Seeing them settle down, Mingyou waved for the butler to stop. Then he folded his arms, looked at their leader, and asked, "What's your