Chapter 135: Time Flies, the Past is Like a Dream
A simple name abruptly stirred countless memories within Arthur.
In his impression, Lyneth Everhart was still a silly girl who loved to laugh carefreely, always following behind him calling out "Master," "Master," and who, even when a battle was at its most critical stalemate, would not forget to prepare a birthday cake for him.
He never thought that as time flew by, even his silly disciple would later become Marshal Lyneth.
As mentioned previously, the arrival of peace was not achieved overnight.
The negotiations between the Kubfu Alliance's first generation of four Elite Four members and the Mythical Pokémon only established the embryonic form of the Great Reconciliation.
Afterward, it was through the efforts and sacrifices of generation after generation of rangers that the peace between humans and Pokémon was finally stabilized.
And the human world was the same.
After the prototype of reconciliation was established, various human alliances erupted into intermittent wars for over a decade due to border disputes and accumulated grievances.
Only then was the current world structure of three major powers coexisting and the Seven Great Alliances holding joint councils finally established.
And Lyneth Everhart was precisely someone who began to distinguish herself during the human civil wars that followed, accumulating merits and rising through the ranks all the way, ultimately becoming the Kubfu Alliance's only female Marshal in over two centuries.
It was just that in her subsequent years of campaigning, she no longer had her master's protection. Arthur had no way of knowing whether that silly girl's path had been rough or smooth.
The history recorded by later generations was too concise; it couldn't restore the brave face and fatigue hidden behind those smiles...
Now, suddenly looking back, Arthur finally realized that, in his heart, he had never truly been able to let go of that silly disciple.
Back then, in Lavender Town, when he was asking for directions at the station, perhaps the reason he had found Monica at a glance was precisely because, in a certain instant, the girl's side profile that imprinted in his eyes bore a striking resemblance to the disciple in his memories.
It was just that at that time, he had never dared to let his thoughts venture in that direction.
"So, you are Lyneth Everhart's descendants..."
He murmured softly.
Unexpectedly, Raymond denied it, shaking his head with a smile, "No, it's just that when tracing our family tree upwards, it so happens our family had such a major figure. Anyone who has studied middle school history should know, right? Marshal Lyneth remained unmarried for her entire life, dedicating her whole life to the Alliance."
"...!"
In that moment, Arthur's heart felt as if it had been suddenly struck by a small hammer.
An indescribable palpitation made his whole body tremble slightly.
Clearly, there's no evidence to prove that her lifelong unmarried status was related to him!
But suddenly hearing this news, recalling the pearl-like memories from those glorious and eventful years, Arthur still felt as if an electric current had rushed through his entire body, leaving a sensation that was numb and tingling, yet also stinging with pain...
He very forcefully raised the corners of his mouth, compelling himself to produce a slight smile, lest others notice anything unusual.
"Uh... can I find an opportunity to meet your cousins?"
He tried to use proper business to divert his own attention.
However, this instead immediately aroused Raymond's vigilance.
"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, right now, you and my little sis are just ordinary friends, that's all!"
The sister-complexed brother still thought the person before him was eyeing his sister Monica.
Little did he know, Arthur's thoughts were actually on someone else entirely.
...
Afterward, having temporarily bid farewell to Raymond, Arthur returned to his guest room at the embassy.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Celebi sitting in front of the guest room's television, absorbed in manipulating a controller, playing a console game.
The game console was something Arthur had previously promised to help her buy; she always carried it with her.
Catching sight of Arthur's return from the corner of her eye, she merely offered a light, "You're back~"
Her short little hands didn't pause their operation for a moment.
However, what Celebi didn't expect was that today, Arthur didn't ignore her and go about his own business as usual.
Instead, he quietly came up behind her.
By the time Celebi sensed an extra shadow behind her, she only felt a jolt in her heart and a chill down her spine.
It was already too late to try and run. Arthur's hand shot out like lightning, one grab controlling her onion head.
Then, using both hands, he pinched one cheek on each side and expertly pulled them outwards.
Celebi instantly let out a burst of chaotic wails.
"Wuwu! Let go of me! Don't pinch my face like thaaat!! Wuwuwu! Hurts, hurts..."
Only after a good while of rough handling did Arthur finally release her.
The pent-up frustration in his heart instantly smoothed out considerably.
Poor Celebi, having been suddenly subjected to a burst of rubbing and kneading by demonic claws, could only curl up in a corner of the bed at this moment, pulling a section of the quilt to wrap around her body, revealing only the upper half of her head.
She looked just like a helpless little girl who had suddenly encountered some unspeakable ordeal.
"You! Why did you suddenly do that?!"
Because Arthur knew she had no combat power, he hadn't taken her along on his previous few outings at all. Therefore, Celebi, at this moment, still didn't know about the series of news Arthur had just heard.
To Celebi, she was just normally in her room, playing games and singing songs, when she was suddenly hijacked by a pair of big hands...
"It's nothing."
Arthur didn't answer either.
Those dust-sealed past events and the subtle, faint threads of affection—he wasn't ready to let anyone know about them yet.
This attitude made him look just like a scumbag who has his fun and then offers no explanation...
It made Celebi puff up her face in extreme annoyance.
After a little while, her eyes rolled once, and she guessed, "Are you upset because you can't find Gengar? Do you want me to trace back a bit? Although I can't directly see Gengar's past, perhaps I can see some of the things that happened around him."
"No need."
Arthur refused.
Celebi currently had a symbiotic relationship with him; her own energy had been completely exhausted during that transmigration. If she were to trace back time, she could only use his own life energy.
He might find Oliver and Gengar at any moment now. He had to ensure that he always possessed the ability to 'physically persuade' Gengar and forcibly take him away, to prevent any unexpected changes in the situation.
Therefore, at this time, he didn't dare to casually squander his own life energy.
Otherwise, having weak legs at a critical moment could be fatal.
The rejected Celebi, on the bed, aggrievedly wrapped her little quilt tighter around herself and accused him in a tearful voice.
"Wuwuwu, you played with me, and now you don't want me, you're truly a scumbag! So mean."
That voice caused Arthur's head to be filled with black lines; he couldn't help but reach out and flick her head once with his knuckle.
"Where did you learn these words?"
"Online, ah~"
The moment this was mentioned, Celebi immediately perked up with interest, her expression changing in a second; she didn't even bother wrapping the quilt around herself anymore.
"I've learned lots and lots of things on your human internet recently! Boy, are you interested in online dating? I have a Ara~Ara Milf voice, oh~"
"..."
Arthur was momentarily speechless as well, and could only look at her with blank, unfocused eyes.
This onion head, in his eyes, was truly too hopeless, so much so that she was too much of a good-for-nothing for him to even bother hating most of the time...
He had already, on more than one occasion, had such a thought: How did such a jester get produced among the Mythical Pokémon?
Aside, Little Lapras and Frogadier, having come out from their Poké Balls after returning to the room, also nodded in deep agreement.
This made Celebi feel a certain sense of vigilance.
She floated on the bed, hands on her hips, "I feel like you guys are badmouthing me again."
"Be confident," Arthur consoled. "You can remove the 'feel'."
(End of Chapter)
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