Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [125]

"....."

August stood there, arms still outstretched, watching as Salamence completely ignored him and flew right past him.

His expression darkened.

What kind of ungrateful creature did I raise?

Do I even exist in your eyes?

To the side, Blue covered her mouth, stifling a laugh. But the moment August glanced at her, she immediately wiped the expression from her face, pretending nothing had happened.

"...Sigh."

Watching Salamence devour its meal like a vacuum cleaner, August let out a long sigh.

Forget it.

This poor thing has been starving for so long… I guess I can cut it some slack.

But still…

Do you really have to eat that fast?

August stared in disbelief as Salamence completely cleared the table in just five minutes, then turned to him with pleading eyes—a silent request for more.

At this point, August was starting to doubt reality.

But since he had already promised that once Salamence evolved, it could eat as much as it wanted, he wasn’t about to go back on his word.

He sent Indeedee back to cook more curry while taking out some Pokéblocks and handing them to Salamence.

"Here, have these to hold you over."

He also pulled out some bagged Pokémon food.

Salamence, not picky in the slightest, devoured everything without hesitation.

As if making up for all the missed meals, it kept eating nonstop.

After two whole boxes of Pokéblocks and ten bags of Pokémon food, Salamence finally let out a satisfied burp, rubbing its head affectionately against August.

"...If this were a normal household, you’d have eaten your trainer into bankruptcy by now."

August glanced at the pile of empty packaging on the floor, shaking his head.

The Pokéblocks he made specifically for Salamence were highly concentrated—a single one could replace an entire meal for an average Pokémon.

Yet two whole boxes were just one meal for Salamence.

Good thing I’m the head of the Kanto Division.

With control over the entire department’s budget and a share in Devon Corporation, I can still afford to feed this thing.

At August’s words, Salamence looked slightly embarrassed… but only slightly.

Who cares about dignity when food is involved?

August chuckled and patted its massive head.

Now that the excitement had settled, he finally took a good look at his newly evolved Salamence.

Its size was monstrous—even while lying down, it stood over two meters tall, with a wingspan nearing ten meters. Its enormous frame took up nearly a quarter of the dining hall.

Good thing I had this manor built with large Pokémon in mind.

If he had stuck to regular-sized rooms, the place would be crammed beyond belief right now.

When Indeedee returned with a fresh batch of curry, Salamence—despite already being full—ate two more bowls, before finally lying down contentedly on the carpet, ready to sleep again.

"...Eat, then sleep. Eat, then sleep. Are you sure you’re not secretly a Snorlax?"

August sighed.

At this rate, he’d need a new source of income soon—otherwise, Salamence would eat him into poverty.

Speaking of which…

For some reason, August suddenly thought of President Silph.

He recalled the intelligence he had received from Sabrina a while back.

Taking out his communicator, he sent a message to Lance, inquiring about the League’s investigation team—specifically, whether the agents who had been recovered from Silph Co. had regained their memories after treatment.

Lance responded almost immediately.

[No. The Joys at HQ say that recovering lost memories is nearly impossible.]

The human brain is an extremely delicate organ. While modern Pokémon medicine could heal injuries, it couldn’t restore erased memories.

Lance’s answer was exactly what August had expected.

But that wasn’t the only reason he had contacted him.

[Got it. Thanks, Lance.]

Setting his communicator aside, August decided—

It was time for a chat with President Silph.

A chat about why League investigators had mysteriously lost their memories inside Silph Co.

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Silph Co. Headquarters

Surprisingly, the Team Rocket incident hadn’t significantly impacted Silph Co.

The employees still had to keep working—after all, they had families to support.

As for the executives… No matter what they truly thought, they had to act like everything was fine in order to maintain the company’s stock prices.

Of course, among Silph’s employees, August’s reputation was extremely high.

He was, after all, the man who had saved Silph Co.

They respected him for protecting their jobs.

So even though he didn’t have an appointment, the receptionist immediately arranged for him to meet President Silph.

After verifying his identity, August was swiftly escorted to the top floor, straight to the CEO’s office.

Compared to his last visit, the office had undergone major security upgrades.

The reinforced blast doors, anti-psychic shielding, and other high-end security measures—even by League standards, these were top-tier defenses.

Looking around, August wasn’t sure whether to call President Silph paranoid… or just extremely cautious.

“Special Agent August, welcome!”

President Silph greeted him with a beaming smile, as if they were old friends.

There was no trace of the unease he had shown before, when he found out August had connections with Devon Corporation.

August figured this was his real face.

Back then, his reactions had been too obvious, likely because Team Rocket had shaken him to his core.

"President Silph, I’m here today to ask you about something."

August smiled politely as he took a seat.

Seeing August’s expression, President Silph instinctively felt uneasy.

But since August was a League official, he couldn’t exactly tell him to leave.

“…Please, go ahead,” Silph said cautiously.

August’s smile remained unchanged.

“Well, after thorough investigation, the League has determined that the memory loss incident involving our agents wasn’t caused by Team Rocket.”

“…Is that so?”

Silph’s face remained neutral, but internally, his heart dropped.

Shit. Why is he asking about that?

His instincts screamed danger, but he kept his voice calm.

“‘Guidance,’ you say… I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer,” he replied. “All relevant clues have already been submitted to the League. There’s nothing else I can provide.”

It was a blatant attempt to brush August off.

But August simply kept smiling.

“…Is that so?”

There was something about that smile—something unsettling.

At this point, President Silph realized—

This wasn’t just a probe.

August already knew something.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so confident.

With his expression finally shifting, Silph asked cautiously—

“…What do you want?”

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