Just then, a princess with long, curly orange hair and a shrill laugh came out with a group of servants and a pink Furfrou. As she spoke, a group of maids scattered rose petals. "Ahahahaha! I am Princess Ali! Sister, let me take a look at your prince!"
Meimo held her forehead and pointed at me. She didn't seem inclined to say anything.
Ali leaned in from one side, then the other, inspecting me. "He is pretty handsome! Still, he's not as handsome as my darling Citron! Hahahaha!"
Darling Citron... I remembered now. Princess Ali had fallen for Citron just because he'd scolded her with, "You can't get by in society acting so selfishly." I seriously had to question her intelligence, but since she was Meimo's little sister, I cleared my throat.
"So you're Meimo's little sister! There are plenty of bad people out there. You can't let someone win you over that easily!"
Princess Ali shyly hid her face behind her fan. "Wow! Even more handsome than my darling Citron! Sister, can you give Silver to me?"
Apparently, I'd just confirmed Princess Ali's intelligence myself... Did her older sister inherit all the good genes?
In a rare display of anger, Meimo said, "Absolutely not! What's mine is mine!"
Princess Ali declared petulantly, "Then let's have a Pokémon battle! With Silver on the line!"
Meimo, unusually angry, said, "Fine! Don't think I'll hand Silver over just because you're my little sister!"
Now it was my turn to hold my forehead. I asked the sisters, "Excuse me, can I say something?"
"No!" they said in perfect unison. I could only quietly sink into the background. Wars between women were terrifying...
So we went straight to a battlefield lined with knight statues on both sides, with Wutong serving as referee. Looking utterly