“Dheeeelmise!
(╯▽╰) [It smells so good~~]”
At that moment, Dhelmise felt that its ghostly life had truly been worth living.
Ghost Gems crushed in a special blender, wrapped in Spell Tags, then fitted with incense and lit.
The energy drifting out not only gave a sense of fullness, but also carried an unbelievably delicious flavor.
[Who invented this?
It was too good!]
“Looks like the things passed down from our ancestors really are useful.”
Hearing Dhelmise’s satisfied voice, Blake nodded.
In that case, Dhelmise’s food would not be a problem.
However, according to the book, this kind of feast could not be eaten too often.
Once every half a month was already the limit, and once a month was ideal.
As always, too much nourishment was not necessarily a good thing.
“Too much of a tonic can harm the body” was not just an empty saying.
“Haunter!
Haunter!
Haunter!”
While Blake was observing Dhelmise, Haunter had discovered another advantage of having hands.
He could hold a plate and lick it clean!
At that moment, an entire large plate of ham fried rice had already gone into his stomach, and the same went for a big plate of cola chicken wings.
Now Haunter was holding the chicken wing plate and licking it madly, cleaning up every last bit of sauce.
If it were not for the saliva, the plate would barely need washing afterward.
“Hey, hey, slow down.
What’s the rush?
It’s not like I never fed you before.”
Blake looked at Haunter helplessly.
Every time he ate, he acted as if he had been starving his whole life, making Blake unconsciously think of the phrase “hungry ghost.”
“Buuuuurp—Haunter—”
Haunter let out a huge burp, put down the plate, and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Now that he thought about it, he had been eating this food since he was little, but this was his first time doing it after growing hands.
Holding a plate felt amazing!
Click.
While they were talking, the front door opened, and Nessa rushed straight to the dining table.
“You cooked!
No wonder it smells so good!”
Nessa knew how good Blake was at cooking, but Blake usually preferred making quick meals.
Ever since his uncle and aunt had gone traveling, he had started slacking off and rarely cooked properly.
“Yeah.
Wash your hands first.
Oh, right, let me introduce you to the new member of the family.
Dhelmise.”
Blake pointed toward Dhelmise, who was still immersed in the incense.
“Dhelmise, snap out of it.
This is Nessa, my childhood friend.
She stays over at my house a lot.”
“Dheeeelmise?
Dheeeelmise—”
Dhelmise came back to itself.
After glancing at Nessa, it extended a strand of seaweed.
“Nice to meet you, Dhelmise!
Dad told me about you.
Welcome, welcome.
Oh, and I’ve got a new friend here too.
Come out, Wingull!”
After shaking Dhelmise’s “hand,” Nessa threw out a Dive Ball as well.
“Wiiingull!”
With a clear cry, a slightly petite Wingull appeared.
“Oh?
Wingull hatched?
Congratulations.”
The moment Blake saw Wingull, he understood what had happened.
It was definitely the Egg from Uncle Sam’s Pelipper.
Before Uncle Sam went out to sea last time, Pelipper had brought back an Egg, which had then been left in Nessa’s care.
Hatching in one month was a pretty good speed.
“Right, right?
She hatched this morning.
When I went to the Gym for training earlier, I noticed the Eggshell moving.
I waited for more than an hour, and then this little one hatched.”
Nessa gently stroked Wingull’s smooth feathers.
Wingull, who had been born less than a day ago, perched on Nessa’s arm and leaned against her, clearly treating Nessa as her mother.
Then again, Nessa had indeed been the one taking care of her since she was still in the Egg.
“Perfect timing!
I had one hatch on my side too.”
Blake wanted to pet Wingull, but the newly hatched Wingull was obviously very wary.
She raised her wings to stop Blake from getting closer and even opened her beak in a threatening posture.
“Hatched?
Wait…
that Egg?!”
Nessa’s brain stalled for a moment.
After all, Dreepy’s Egg had been sitting around for so long that, in Nessa’s eyes, it was practically no different from a decoration.
“I found something good on the wreck, and it helped the Egg hatch successfully.
It was a Dreepy.”
“A pseudo-legendary Pokémon?!”
Blake’s tone was casual, but Nessa knew exactly what Dreepy represented.
To be honest, pseudo-legendary, late-blooming Pokémon were not something just anyone could raise.
Leaving aside whether someone had enough resources, encountering one in the first place was already uncertain.
On top of that, pseudo-legendary Pokémon usually had to be raised from a young age.
Once they matured, catching them became extremely difficult, and even forcing a capture could lead to backlash.
The pride of a pseudo-legendary was not something to underestimate.
“Yeah, a pseudo-legendary.
Though the little one doesn’t exactly have the dignity of one right now.
He absorbed too much energy and has already fallen asleep in my room. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
I’ll show you when he wakes up.
Let’s eat first.”
Blake spread his hands.
In real life, pseudo-legendary Pokémon were rarely seen, but in the games, they often appeared in groups.
Because of that, Blake was still able to stay relatively rational.
Of course, the main reason was that he had already finished being excited earlier.
“Fine!
Still, this really is a day worth celebrating.
Oh, right, Ms.
Hathaway said that if I pass the Beginner Trainer exam, she’ll give me a surprise.
It sounds like it might be a Pokémon.”
Nessa filled herself a bowl of rice as she spoke.
“That’s good news.
The Beginner Trainer exam shouldn’t be hard for you.
Honestly, does that exam really need to exist?
As long as you can command your Pokémon according to the requirements, you pass.
Almost every new Trainer can do that, especially Trainers who receive Pokémon from the League.”
Blake also filled himself a bowl of rice.
“Who knows?
Maybe it’s to keep people from getting ahead of themselves, and also to stop people from taking their parents’ Pokémon out on a journey.
After all, Pokémon you didn’t raise yourself can easily refuse to listen.”
Nessa ate as she spoke.
“Maybe.
But do people really do that?”
Blake did not understand it.
In the real world, Pokémon were very loyal to their own Trainers.
They might be tolerant toward their Trainer’s children, but actually commanding them in battle was difficult unless they were Pokémon that had been specially trained for that purpose, like the League’s rental Pokémon.
“I actually know quite a few cases.
Apparently, there was someone years ago who set out with his parents’ Pokémon.
But because he couldn’t command them at all, his relationship with the Pokémon kept getting worse.
In the end, the Pokémon even left on its own.
For a Pokémon to be pushed into leaving by itself…
I honestly can’t imagine how awful that person must have been.” Nessa said this with a frown.
“Hiss…
I really don’t understand what those people are thinking.
Forget it, never mind them.
Dhelmise, how’s the taste?”
Blake shook his head, unable to understand those people at all, then turned his attention back to Dhelmise.
“Dheeeelmise!”
Dhelmise swayed its body, and the happiness in its voice was so obvious that anyone could hear it.
“Looks like you really like it.
But you can only eat this way once a month, or it’ll harm your body!
I’m telling you in advance, so don’t get too impatient.”
Blake reminded Dhelmise after seeing how pleased it was.
“Dheeeelmise.”
Dhelmise nodded in agreement.
It could feel that the energy was far too powerful, and digesting it would take time.