Bottom-tier trainers in the Pokémon world

"That's right! Xia Yan, Champion, I believe you are definitely not that damn league traitor!"

"I don't believe it either!"

Xia Yan has yet to respond to the statement released by the league.

This led many critics to believe that Xia Yan had nothing to say, which made them even more arrogant and their remarks more and more unrestrained.

Most importantly, it actually seems to make a lot of sense and evidence.

But at this moment.

The residents of Suchuan Town realized this.

Xia Yan's silence does not mean inaction.

What could be a better proof of identity than concrete actions?

Have you ever seen an Alliance traitor who, after being exposed, still rushes to rescue civilians? Or helps quell unrest in other regions?

They can't control what other people do.

But from this day forward, all the residents of Suchuan Town will forever be loyal supporters of Xia Yan.

Even if there are still a few haters, they will inevitably "yield" under the watchful eyes of the public.

Facing the enthusiastic residents of Suchuan Town, Xia Yan smiled and patted Onio on the shoulder, glanced at the expressionless Aya, and continued:

"No, it's all thanks to Cai Dou and Onio's persistence that I was able to arrive."

Yes.

The residents of Suchuan Town then remembered the contributions of Onio and Cai Dou.

They looked at them with immediate gratitude.

"Onio, thank you!"

"Rainbow Bean, I really owe you a lot just now."

The people they rescued immediately expressed their gratitude.

This made Aya's expression, which had been stern, freeze. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Onio was even more flustered. If Xia Yan hadn't been holding him back, he probably would have run away long ago in front of so many people.

But as they gradually got used to it, a faint sense of unease arose in their hearts.

Especially Onio.

He, who had always been treated as a monster, who always wore a mask, who slept in a coffin in a cemetery and kept company with ghosts, was experiencing the gratitude of so many people for the first time.

“So, our town of Suchuan needs repairs. Why don’t we have Onio and Aya lead us in repairing the town?” Xia Yan suggested.

"Ok?"

"Ah, ah?"

Before the crowd could react, Cai Dou and Onio were stunned.

"We'll listen to Xia Yan, the champion!"

"Then I'll have to trouble Onio and Aya."

"We will definitely work together to restore the town."

"..."

Xia Yan smiled and said to Cai Dou, "Our battle will begin after Su Chuan Town is fully repaired."

“Yes!” Cai Dou nodded seriously.

Xia Yan then looked at Onio and nudged him, "Don't just stand there, get moving."

"Oh, oh oh!"

Onio responded somewhat stiffly.

But for some reason, when people gathered around, Onio, who had always been afraid of contact with people, became less afraid.

even.

He felt a warm feeling in his heart, an emotion he had never experienced before, which spread throughout his body along with the flowing blood.

"Latios, Duck, let's help each other out," Xia Yan said to the two Pokémon.

"Gah!!"

Onion soldier flexed his biceps, indicating that he was perfectly fine.

Latios nodded with a hint of realization, then winked at Xia Yan knowingly.

Xia Yan's smile grew even wider.

...

...

At the same time.

In a secluded corner of the Galar region, there sits a luxurious ancient castle estate.

The magnificent decorations, the exquisitely maintained gardens, and the busy butlers and maids.

Several portly, richly dressed descendants of nobles arrogantly enjoyed the servants' service and exquisite meals.

Although it is no longer the era of aristocracy.

But even after hundreds of years or more of accumulation, the aristocracy had fallen into decline, which was enough to allow these descendants of the nobility to live an extremely luxurious life.

For them.

As long as you don't have any wicked thoughts, living a rich life under the alliance is quite easy.

Some descendants of nobles genuinely have no wicked thoughts.

However, some of them simply don't seem to have any wicked intentions on the surface.

Behind the scenes, there were still some underhanded tactics.

Take, for example, the descendants of nobles living in this manor.

"We've received a message from them telling us to spend some money to hire some people to post comments online."

"Ha—eight people capturing one, and they haven't even managed to fight back. I don't even know what to say about them."

"Keep quiet."

"What are you afraid of? They're all gone now. Why not think more about the assets they left behind and whether we have a chance to inherit them?"

"Speaking of which, I'm actually a distant uncle of those two guys, Sord and Syldi, so I should be able to get a little bit, right?"

"If something can be solved with money, is it even a problem? Just be a little discreet and careful."

“I remember, Soder and Syldi also have shares in the Marlockmont Group, right? That’s a huge pie.”

"If I could get even a little bit..."

Around the lavish dining table, several descendants of nobles enjoyed the service of their maids and savored the exquisite food while discussing the events that had transpired recently.

But they didn't notice.

In a corner of the opulent restaurant, two disheveled figures gritted their teeth and stared intently at the noble descendants on the dining table.

I listened for quite a while.

Unable to bear it any longer, the two finally emerged from the shadows in the corner.

"You bunch of useless trash..."

The sound of gritting teeth came from one of the people.

"So...Sord?!"

“Sildi?!”

The noble descendants who saw the two men emerge were so shocked that they dropped their forks and stared wide-eyed at the disheveled figures.

Soder's eyes were filled with anger, yet he still shouted at the maids and butlers, "Get out!"

The butler and maid seemed to know the two men's identities and left the restaurant without hesitation.

"Heh, heh heh—Solder, Sildy, you two are actually alright, that's really, really good."

"Yes, yes, it's alright, it's alright."

"Come, come, sit down."

The noble descendants wiped the sweat from their brows as they spoke obsequiously.

But before Sord and Syldi could speak...

A hazy white mist quietly rose from the vast restaurant.

The group of noble descendants all turned deathly pale.

Sord and Syldi, who were also descendants of nobles, or even royal descendants of a higher rank, looked at them with delight.

next second.

Swah——

Splattering crimson blood flew everywhere, and one after another, obese figures crashed heavily to the ground.

Looking at the bright crimson, Sord and Syldi seemed to remember something, and their faces gradually turned pale.

A detached voice rang out from behind them.

"The first one. Not bad."

Bear!!!

Instantly, blazing golden flames rose up inside the restaurant.

The terrifying flames engulfed most of the towering building in just a few breaths.

Soldier and Syldi had sweat beading on their foreheads.

"Next one."