Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [548]

Seeing August’s awkward look, Cynthia covered her mouth with a quiet laugh.

She didn’t press the question.

Instead, she reached out and teased Mew, tickling the bottom of her foot until the little Pokémon was squealing with laughter, and only then did Cynthia speak.

“Enough about that—it’s about time. Let’s go.”

Hearing her words, and feeling the killing intent behind him vanish, August finally exhaled.

He was safe. No more life-or-death verbal traps—for now.

Still, today had been a warning. He couldn’t just sit there waiting to be cornered—he had to seize the initiative, take control.

Watching Cynthia chatting and laughing with Iono, August started plotting.

What was the best way to hold the initiative?

...

Lusamine was there, directing the Aether Foundation staff through the last preparations before opening the park.

When she spotted August’s group arriving, her slightly tired expression brightened.

“Darling!” Lusamine waved.

At that, the nearby Foundation staff froze for just a moment before resuming their work as if they’d heard nothing at all.

But the way their ears pricked up gave them away.

Blue and Sabrina didn’t respond with killing intent—they just exchanged amused looks.

Unlike Cynthia, whose situation with August really was ambiguous, they knew perfectly well there was nothing between him and Lusamine. They were just here to enjoy the show.

August: “…”

Please don’t call me that. This whole mess started because of your ‘surprise.’ What kind of wife sets up her husband like this?

Seeing his weary, unspeaking face, Lusamine’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of panic.

Just then, a Foundation employee hurried over. “Lady Lusamine—Dr. Olin and Dr. Futu send word: all facilities have been tuned and are ready to open.”

Her composure returned instantly, slipping into work mode.

“According to plan—open the gates in ten minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

August straightened his clothes, while Iono launched her live stream, narrating the grand opening from a first-person view.

Ten minutes passed in a blink.

Under August’s gaze, the gates of Area Zero swung open.

The first-day visitors streamed inside.

And the very first thing they did—wasn’t rushing to the attractions, nor asking for maps.

They crowded around August and Cynthia.

“Wow! It’s really August!”

“Whoa—Cynthia!”

“August and Cynthia together—are you official now?!”

Cynthia laughed behind her hand.

She looked at August, her eyes saying, Hey, I didn’t say it—they did.

“…”

August tilted his head back toward the sky.

He could already see tomorrow’s headlines.

Why, exactly, had he agreed to help Geeta with publicity? He could have stayed home, lazing in peace…

Gardevoir caught his hand, sending comfort through telepathy.

...

The first day’s opening was a success.

Unwilling to spend another moment in Paldea, August politely declined Geeta’s invitation to stay. After dropping Cynthia back in Sinnoh, he returned to Kanto.

Sprawling on his sofa, he let out a satisfied groan.

“Home. Nothing beats it.”

As he spoke, he scooped up Eevee.

“You know you were wrong, right?”

Even if he’d withdrawn the “refund for underage Pokémon” in mercy for Iono’s pleading, Eevee still needed a lesson.

“Bui~”

Eevee ducked her head, meekly promising not to repeat it.

August patted her, wishing Mew could admit fault so easily.

He turned to look—

And saw Mew dangling a cat teaser in front of Chien-Pao, trying to bait it into play.

The snow leopard’s expression was pure exasperation.

Do I look like the kind of fool who falls for that?

Seeing August, Chien-Pao shot him a pleading look.

Please, get her away from me before she drives me insane.

August only spread his hands. He couldn’t control Mew either—so… best to endure.

Chien-Pao rolled its eyes skyward.

At that moment, Meloetta floated up to August’s ear, whispering something.

“…Really?”

She nodded, and made him promise not to tell Mew.

August glanced toward the little troublemaker, who’d now abandoned Chien-Pao in favor of pestering Minccino as it cleaned alongside Indeedee.

He nodded agreement.

By evening, the Kanto branch was gathered for dinner.

The huge rectangular table was packed with people and Pokémon. Looking over the full dining hall, August once again congratulated himself on having ordered a custom oversized table during renovations—otherwise, someone would be eating in a corner.

Yes, I mean you, Zinnia.

In the middle of wrestling Mew for a macaron, Zinnia suddenly froze, scanning the room warily.

Seizing the opening, Mew snatched the macaron and flew back to August’s side, triumphant.

But before she could celebrate...

Her mouth was suddenly empty.

Blinking, she saw August holding the same macaron, complete with her bite marks.

“Mew!”

She lunged, but he easily lifted his hand out of reach, then caught her by the scruff. “You forgot what happened last time you choked on one?”

“Mew!”

She squirmed, rolling and kicking in protest. She didn’t care—she wanted it.

With a sigh, August popped the macaron into his own mouth.

Mew’s eyes went wide.

That was mine!

She glared, cheeks puffed with fury.

He showed no guilt—this was for her own good. He still remembered the near-Arceus experience she’d had with one before, even if she didn’t.

But she was in no mood to be grateful.

Fueled by indignation, she crammed small cakes into her mouth one after another.

Then the music started.

Mew glanced up to see Meloetta leading a group of Pokémon into a performance—Kricketune crossing its bladed arms to hum in harmony, Psyduck tapping the Shellder on Slowbro’s tail for percussion—and finally Meloetta and Gardevoir rising together in song.

This was the show Meloetta had whispered about earlier: their long-rehearsed concert.

“That’s amazing!” Zinnia’s eyes sparkled.

Lillie and Plumeria nodded in agreement.

Blue and Sabrina leaned subtly against August; Gary muttered something about “I’ve got more girlfriends than you.”

Brock and Rosa swayed with the beat; Cogita closed her eyes, smiling faintly.

Everyone was spellbound by the duet—

Everyone except Mew.

She looked left. Looked right. A concert? Tonight? She was part of the choir—why hadn’t she been told?

Panic began to creep in.

Only August knew why.

It wasn’t exclusion—it was… well…

Mew sang off-key.

Not just drifting off herself, but dragging everyone else with her. No amount of Meloetta’s coaching had fixed it.

In the end, the safest choice was simply not to tell her when the real performance was.

So here she was—feeling left out, appetite gone, flopping onto August’s head and burying her face in his hair, radiating I’m sad now.

He just patted her head and smiled, making no move to comfort her right away.

A little humility might do her good.

Peace never lasted long. With all the intel on Macro Cosmos piling up, August’s trip to Galar moved onto the schedule.

But Lance was still trying to talk him down.

“Are you sure you want to take on Rose? As a League official, starting a fight inside the League could put the council against you,” Lance warned, as gently as he could.

He was already being very gentle.

Galar’s place in the League was too important; if August made a move against Rose, the pushback would be huge.

“That bunch of old fossils on the council? I’ve been sick of them for ages,” August said flatly.

“…I don’t like them either, but still—”

“Relax!” August cut in. “Do I look like someone who picks fights on purpose?”

“…”

From anyone else, maybe. From August? Not a chance.

“Seriously, I’m going under the banner of Kanto–Johto friendship,” August added.

That finally made Lance sigh, pull out a pen, and sign the clearance papers, stamping them with his seal.

Koga’s name was already there.

“You’ve dragged me into this,” Lance muttered, putting the seal away.

“When have I ever set you up?” August said, tucking the papers into his coat.

With them, his trip would be an official state visit—untouchable.

Business done, August leaned in. “So—anything interesting in Johto lately?”

Lance immediately caught the look in his eye. “Forget it. Since Team Rocket was wiped out, there’s barely any trouble— not even biker gangs.”

“Nothing at all?”

“…Why do you want there to be trouble?”

Lance scowled. “If you must know, there’s been some odd activity from Tyranitar in Mt. Silver. No damage or injuries yet, but it’s scared some hikers.”

“Mt. Silver? Tyranitar?”

August thought of the one he’d rescued there before.

“You know this Tyranitar?” Lance blinked.

“Not exactly. During the last Silver Conference, I busted a poaching ring and saved one. Might be the same.”

“In any case, I’ll check it out.”

“Bui!” Eevee popped her head out.

“If you’re willing, all the better!” Lance said. No problem had yet survived August’s attention.

Still, it didn’t hurt to send backup. “I’ll have Koga go with you. He’s on leave anyway—could help, or be bait if needed.”

August froze mid-stand, then grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Now that’s champion-level thinking!”

“Haha—whereas—”

Both of them burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, getting the call while on vacation with his daughter, Koga’s mood soured instantly.

Even so, the ever-professional ninja returned to HQ.

But when he walked in to find August chatting happily with Lance—

“August? What are you doing here?”

“Koga, your task is simple—help August with the Mt. Silver Tyranitar issue.”

“…?”

Since when does August need help with a single Tyranitar?

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