Stripped of their free will and reduced to Pecharunt's puppets, the two remaining members of the Loyal Three could only fight worse than before.
Ogerpon swiftly ended the battle with a forty-meter-long Ivy Cudgel, knocking each of them unconscious with a single blow.
With that, Pecharunt and the Loyal Three were no longer capable of fighting.
Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and soon approached Pecharunt with Cynthia, while Togekiss kept it pinned down.
"Kibi, kibi!"
This time, Pecharunt was genuinely panicking, but it still didn't dare flee again.
It could sense that the seemingly harmless white Pokémon before it would strike the instant it tried to escape and send it to join the Loyal Three...
It's a White Demon!
Since I can't escape, there's only one thing left to do!
As the masked man and the blonde woman approached, Pecharunt promptly chose to swallow its pride. An expression uglier than crying soon appeared on its already downcast ghostly face.
"Kibi, kibi!"
I know I was wrong! Please forgive me this one... these one, two, three, four, five, six, seven times!
It mustered the last of its strength to bow repeatedly in apology, lowering its head farther than the tip of its ghostly tail.
It practically radiated the spirit of a master apologetic bow.
Even that didn't seem enough to it. It soon began kowtowing repeatedly in midair, seemingly imitating the way humans knocked their heads against the ground.
"..."
Qingyu was momentarily speechless.
Does changing faces cost you nothing? Why is this thing such a drama queen?
"What should we... do with this Pokémon?"
Cynthia frowned.
Although she didn't know the truth behind the history, judging by tonight's events, this being hidden beneath the legends was the true culprit behind everything, wasn't it?
Even the Loyal Three obeyed it,