Mareep — the Sheep Pokémon.Docile and easy to raise, its wool grows quickly and sheds naturally in cycles. Even when fully shorn, it regrows within a week.
The fluffy wool contains pockets of air, making it warm in winter and cool in summer. It can be processed into clothing, hats, socks, and carpets—an excellent material for daily necessities.
However, its fleece naturally stores static electricity. Sudden contact may cause a mild electric shock, so caution is required when tending to it.
Rearing Difficulty:Easy
Raven focused on the description that appeared in his mind.
"Rearing difficulty… Easy."
According to his system, the care level of Pokémon was divided into seven tiers:
Novice, Easy, Normal, Difficult, Very Difficult, Nightmare, and Hell.
Gentle Pokémon like Shuckle, which are timid and non-aggressive, were rated Novice.While ancient legends such as Groudon or Kyogre naturally reached Hell.
Although Mareep's static electricity could be troublesome, with precautions, it posed little real danger—certainly less so than raising something like an Aggron.
Raven tapped his chin thoughtfully.
Beside him, Ryan broke the silence."Raven, are there any of these beasts that would actually help our territory?"
At that, Christina and Cleveland turned to listen.
Raven nodded slightly. "Yes."
He pointed to Mareep's illustration in the notebook. "This beast's wool sheds naturally, and according to my knowledge, that wool is top-tier for making clothing and carpets."
Of course, in his heart, he also knew that Mareep—and its evolved form, Ampharos—could later serve another purpose.
If electricity could one day be harnessed, Mareep might even become a source of energy. Ampharos, after all, stored immense electrical power; the orb on its tail could shine like a lighthouse in the night.
But for now, people didn't even have a concept of electricity, so there was no need to explain that part.
Ryan's eyes lit up. "Then I'll go catch some and bring them back to raise!"
Raven: "..."
Christina sighed. "Please, Ryan, you'd probably get yourself electrocuted before catching even one. There are too many of them."
Cleveland crossed his arms, saying nothing. Even he had no solution for capturing large groups of beasts that could shock anyone who touched them.
"I'm just… preparing!" Ryan protested, turning back to Raven. "But Raven, you must have a plan, right?"
All eyes turned to him.
Raven smiled faintly. "Of course."
Ryan immediately gave a smug look that said I knew it.
"Since we can't subdue them by force," Raven said, "we'll use what we have to attract them—build trust and let them come to us voluntarily."
Christina blinked, then her expression brightened. "You mean… use food to lure them?"
"Exactly. These Mareep feed mostly on lush grass and occasionally on Berries."
He turned toward Aelif, who was standing quietly to the side.
"Aelif, organize some workers to build a bridge over the river. We'll need to reach the plains on the other side. Fence off an area and prepare it as a ranch—grow plenty of fresh grass there for them."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Aelif nodded, then hesitated. "But… our manpower is quite limited."
Indeed, at present, the Driftveil territory had only seventy-eight people.Some were felling trees, others mining clay, some clearing weeds in the fields, and even the women and children were gathering food in nearby forests.
There wasn't a single idle hand left.
Raven frowned slightly.
He knew all too well—without people, even the best plans couldn't move forward.
Was the Mareep ranch idea going to have to wait?
After a long pause, he sighed. "Alright. Let's prioritize building houses and roads first. We'll handle the ranch once we have the workforce."
"Yes, Your Highness." Aelif bowed, clearly as frustrated as Raven by the shortage.
Still, there was something they could begin sooner.
Raven flipped through his notebook again and stopped on another page—one marked with the round outline of a Pokémon.
"Ryan," he said, looking up, "I have a new task for you."
Ryan straightened immediately.
"Find and bring back some Shuckle."
"Shuckle?"
Raven nodded. "They store Berries inside their shell and ferment them naturally, producing a sweet juice that restores energy. They're timid and harmless—if we protect them and provide enough Berries, they'll make the juice for us willingly."
That would mean a steady supply of Berry Juice—something the people could drink for strength or sell as a trade good later.
Ryan's eyes gleamed. "Understood! Leave it to me!"
Raven smiled faintly as Ryan studied the notebook drawing of the gentle, red-shelled creature.
If all went well, this would be their first true step toward a functioning, sustainable economy.
Meanwhile, in a small, unnamed village far to the north—
On his third day there, Aiwen grew increasingly restless.
Every morning, he stood at the village entrance, staring at the road beyond, hoping that Geralt would soon return and lead them back to reunite with Raven.
Even while worrying, Aiwen hadn't forgotten his task. He had already asked the villagers for information.
From them, he learned that this settlement lay near the northern border of the Unova Kingdom, far from Eindoak Royal City.
Fortunately, traveling merchants sometimes passed through, bringing goods from distant towns—so they weren't completely isolated.
As the sun dipped low, Aiwen sighed, ready to give up waiting for the day.
Then—two tall figures appeared at the far end of the road.
As they drew closer, Aiwen's heart leapt.
He recognized that silver hair instantly.
"Hey, Geralt!" he shouted, waving with all his strength.