Pokémon that could read were a tiny minority. Usually, there were few people or Pokémon at the house, and even the Mr. Mime had only been assigned there after word came that Tang Zi was returning.
With its powerful psychic abilities, Gardevoir could manage the entire estate on its own.
Since Gardevoir normally lived there, it naturally kept its belongings there too, including things for its leisure time.
Earlier, Gardevoir had not been in any hurry to put those books away, even when it saw other Pokémon wandering around the house. Few Pokémon bothered learning to read human writing.
It had never expected Meownei, a Pokémon that was not even a Psychic-type, to be literate.
A book with a gold-stamped cover had somehow been pulled from the bottom shelf. Now its pages rustled loudly as Meownei flipped through them with its claws.
"A study of intimate emotions in Psychic-type Pokémon-another possibility for resonance of the mind"
That was the main title, and it seemed harmless enough. But the subtitle read, "A few things between Pokémon and their Trainers."
Gardevoir's pupils abruptly contracted, and its psychic field instantly fell into disarray. Three notebooks dropped from the shelf with a clatter.
The book in Meownei's paws, however, remained unaffected.
"Meow~ (Don't be so nervous. I'm a Dark-type, so psychic powers don't work on me. I told you that you had great taste.)"
"Meow~ (Wow, how bold... What does this mark mean? You even took notes?)"
Meownei could not understand some of Gardevoir's scribbles and drawings, but judging by how its face instantly flushed red, they were hardly anything respectable either.
Its psychic powers could not affect Meownei, but they could still turn the pages. Gardevoir quickly snatched the book back, then pressed it tightly shut.
It also swept several other books off