The person with the red punk hairstyle was the Old Woman, one of the Elite Four. Perhaps she was a little frivolous, just as Baina had said, but given how easily the situation could take a turn for the worse, I thought someone like her was precious at a time like this.
The other members of the Elite Four and the Fitness Coaches had also arrived. They had entered through other exits, cutting off every escape route except the sky. Handsome had joined them, too. We were heading to Spear Pillar because we needed to find Cyrus, Palkia, and the others, but Handsome said his Pokémon would only get in the way.
"This is the search team. One of our squads has found and captured roughly three large helicopters suspected of belonging to Team Galactic, along with the members keeping watch."
"I see. Then I'll leave that to you."
"But taking your girlfriend along, too..."
"It's fine. Don't worry. Oba and I will take good care of her, and we have a dependable bodyguard if things get bad. Dawn is strong herself. Even you wouldn't dare underestimate her."
"I see. In that case, all right. Just be careful. Granny, make sure you protect the ladies, too."
"Hey! Leave it to me!"
Baina smiled and winked at me. I bent deeply at the waist and bowed.
"Let's go. Dawn, do you know the way?"
"Kirlia seems to know. Kirlia, could you help us?"
I can, to some extent.
"Then we're counting on you."
In response to Baina's question, I asked Ralts, whose voice echoed inside my head.
"Was that... Telepathy?"
"Yes. I've never experienced anything like it before."
Since it was their first time, both of them were as startled as I had been earlier. Of course, any discussion would have