"Master, are we donating all of this?" May was holding a small box containing some banknotes. There was not much money, but Heath still intended to donate all of it. At May's question, Heath grew unusually serious. After all, he knew how much trust her parents had placed in him by leaving their child in his care, and he certainly had to live up to that trust. That was why he took matters that shaped a child's values very seriously.
"Yes. For one thing, these used to belong to someone else, and we don't need this little bit of money, do we?" Heath smiled, and May nodded. This little trove really was not worth much, probably less than the money in the bank account her father had given her a card for. So May chose to give up these things that did not belong to her, then followed Heath to the Officer Jenny Unit, where they donated them to the Kanto Region Welfare Home Foundation. Praised by Officer Jenny, May broke into a happy smile.
Meanwhile, Heath was researching something else: Cinnabar Island's local specialty. After looking into it, he had more or less learned how to prepare it. Earlier, he had asked Blaine what Cinnabar Island's local specialty was, and following Blaine's explanation, Heath had already bought what he needed at the vegetable market: a red mountain persimmon called Vermilion Fruit. Its red color was rather peculiar, and it was very large, with a single persimmon measuring the size of an adult man's palm.
Ordinary persimmons were not that large, and those that were tended to be crisp varieties. Although those tasted quite good too, they still could not compare to the soft persimmons Heath liked. Yet this Volcanic Persimmon was both soft and large. Most importantly, its skin