"Mew, this is the one. Can you communicate with it?" Heath looked at Mew expectantly. Mew was a Psychic-type Pokémon, after all. When it came to Telepathy and mental communication, no Pokémon could compare with Psychic-type Pokémon.
What was more, Mew was a Mythical Pokémon, one of the very strong ones among all Pokémon, only a little weaker than Legendary Pokémon.
"...No. Its thoughts are very confused, and there seems to be some strange energy blocking my perception." Mew shook its head. The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Even Mew couldn't do it? Did he really have to ask Ho-Oh and the others for help?
Heath looked at Ralts beside him. It was sitting next to him with its arms around its legs. Looking at its build, Heath suddenly wondered whether the strange hollow he had seen yesterday had formed because Ralts had spent so long sitting here. Just as dripping water could wear through stone and an iron rod could be ground into a needle, perhaps it was no surprise that a hollow like this would form if Ralts sat on the ground this way for long enough.
Then what was Ralts looking at? Curious, Heath looked in the direction the hollow faced. Pokémon Tower stood over there. Apart from Pokémon Tower, there was nothing particularly noteworthy.
"Red... purple... purple..." Ralts murmured softly. Heath froze, then glanced at Ralts. The little one was staring blankly at his clothes. Heath looked down and saw a drop of grease from the twice-cooked pork he had made earlier, which had splashed onto his clothes without his noticing. It looked red.
Heath rubbed his chin. If he took Ralts's words at their literal meaning, with red meaning the color red and purple meaning the color purple, then could that motion he had previously