Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [464]

By the time August finally managed—with Latias’s help—to pry Meowstic from his head, Hoopa was struggling to contain itself.

Having been thoroughly bullied by August all this time, Hoopa now relished every moment of his humiliation, laughing uncontrollably.

August’s expression darkened at Hoopa’s cackling, but quickly brightened as an idea crossed his mind.

"Having fun?" August asked, casually sitting next to Hoopa.

"Hehehe, August is such a fool!" Hoopa giggled, then immediately stiffened upon realizing who had spoken.

Before Hoopa could react, August swiftly grabbed it by the scruff, dangling it helplessly in the air. Under Hoopa’s terrified gaze, he instructed Mew to hold it still using [Psychic], then pulled out a [Rainbow Wing] from his bag.

Staring at the feather, Hoopa had a dreadful feeling.

The next second…

"Hehehehe, stop! It tickles!"

"No, Hoopa is sorry!"

"Meray, Baraz, help Hoopa!"

Nearby, Meray and Baraz watched helplessly, sympathetic but powerless.

Diantha stared wide-eyed at the feather August wielded. Wasn't that…a Ho-Oh feather?!

August is actually using Ho-Oh’s feather for such a ridiculous purpose?!

Latios, watching this entire scene unfold, grew even more wary of August, frequently glancing at Latias. Yet his sister’s eyes were wholly fixed on August, completely forgetting his existence.

Finally, after a long moment, August released Hoopa, satisfied.

Hoopa melted onto the countertop like a pile of Muk, mumbling weakly, "No more, too ticklish…"

With Hoopa subdued, August turned to Meray and Baraz.

Meray flinched slightly.

Baraz instantly moved to shield his sister.

August: "…"

What’s with that reaction?

Seeing August’s confused look, Baraz quickly realized he’d overreacted.

Although August certainly didn’t seem like a good guy—and his actions hardly inspired confidence—he was probably… sort of… a good person?

Baraz awkwardly stepped aside, though still visibly tense, clearly worried August might do something to his sister.

August sighed, completely speechless.

This is all Hoopa’s fault! If it hadn't forced my hand, would I have ended up with such a damaged reputation?

Composing himself, August spoke seriously, "There's something I’d like to discuss with you two."

Before he even finished, both Meray and Baraz blurted out, "We accept!"

August: "…"

You’re making me feel like some sort of villain here.

Seeing the siblings’ nervous expressions, August gave up trying to explain himself clearly. Instead, he continued straightforwardly:

"I’d like to invite you both to become agents for the International Police Kanto Branch in Kalos."

Meray and Baraz, who'd braced themselves for some outrageous demand, blinked in confusion.

"Agents?"

"What does that entail?"

Noting their confusion, August clarified patiently, "Agents are essentially external liaisons for the International Police. Your task will be gathering intelligence here in Kalos and regularly reporting to me."

"Isn't this a bit sudden…?" Baraz hesitated. He still hadn’t fully grasped the whirlwind of events involving August.

But Meray immediately jumped in: "I accept!"

Baraz turned, stunned. "Meray?"

"Mr. August saved Hoopa and helped us so much! Besides, the International Police sounds like a totally righteous organization!"

Meray didn't mention the deeper reason—Arceus itself had appeared! Nothing could be cooler than working alongside Arceus, revered by her ancestors in Creation Valley for generations!

Seeing his sister completely convinced, Baraz reluctantly nodded. If Meray was joining, he couldn’t leave her alone.

August clapped his hands with satisfaction. "Excellent! Welcome to the International Police!"

Baraz, ever serious, asked determinedly, "So, what exactly is our daily work?"

He imagined a life of high-stakes espionage, battling villains and criminals daily.

"Your work? Oh, it's quite simple," August replied easily. Under their nervous gazes, he paused thoughtfully. "Actually, there aren’t many assignments right now… How about this: your first task is to follow Meowstic’s orders and manage this café! Ensure it remains a secure International Police outpost in Kalos."

"Manage… the café?"

"That's right."

"And follow… Meowstic’s orders?"

"Exactly! You've grasped your responsibilities perfectly."

"So we're basically just waiters?!"

August smiled kindly. "Technically, you're undercover agents disguised as waiters. But yes, that's essentially correct."

Baraz: "…"

This wasn't the exciting International Police life he’d envisioned!

Just as Baraz began questioning his life decisions, the café door swung open.

In walked a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a long trench coat—the perfect image of an elite international officer.

Baraz perked up: "Are you—?"

Before he could finish, the impressive-looking man casually pulled out two large plastic bags.

"August, here are the bento boxes you ordered!"

Meray and Baraz: "…"

Compared to delivery boy, waiter suddenly doesn’t seem too bad.

...

For Meowstic, suddenly joining the International Police, suddenly no longer worrying about rent, and suddenly gaining two new subordinates was overwhelming—even for a Psychic-type like itself.

But one thing was certain: August was a genuinely good person!

With that happy thought, Meowstic eagerly dug into the luxurious bento before it.

Among everyone present, only Latios still had reservations about August. Currently, August sat flanked by Gardevoir on one side and Latias on the other, with Mew perched cheerfully on his head.

Trapped between them, August could clearly feel Latios's wary stare, especially when Latias happily accepted Pokéblocks from him. Latios’s murderous glare couldn’t be more obvious.

August felt unjustly accused—he hadn’t even done anything to Latias yet!

But on second thought, if he actually had done something, Latios's vigilance would be pointless. So from a certain angle, wasn't Latios practically encouraging him?

August thoughtfully rubbed his chin, imagination running wild.

His thoughts were interrupted by Looker’s voice.

"August, after escorting Lysandre to Kanto, I'll be leaving."

"Huh? Leaving? I was planning to arrange a vacation for you in Coumarine City!" August said, genuinely surprised.

Looker had worked hard, and August fully intended to reward him with a relaxing stay at the luxurious Coumarine Hotel.

Looker’s expression instantly fell. "My vacation…?"

Having glimpsed paradise only to lose it, he felt immense regret.

"Hold on, what's the issue exactly?" August asked sympathetically.

Looker sighed heavily. "It's Unova…"

"Unova?"

August's mind instantly filled with images—N, Team Plasma, Ghetsis, the Seven Sages…

Looker continued mournfully, "The Unova branch requested support from HQ, so the Chief wants me to go assist."

If he'd known about August's generous vacation offer, he'd never have responded so eagerly to headquarters’ call.

August patted his shoulder reassuringly. "The League won’t forget your dedication!"

Looker nodded resignedly. At this point, he could only console himself that it was for justice and the League’s noble cause.

"If you run into trouble, send me a message, even if I'm on vacation!" August added earnestly.

Looker nearly wept with gratitude.

August is so dedicated!

...

With Looker off to Unova, August volunteered to handle the escort of Lysandre and the captured Team Flare members himself.

Accompanied by Diantha, he visited the prison holding the Team Flare prisoners, quickly spotting Lysandre.

Even imprisoned, Lysandre maintained immaculate grooming and a dignified presence—he truly rivaled Giovanni in resilience.

No doubt he still dreamed of a comeback. But August was certain that once Lysandre saw the Kanto Prison’s infamous inmates, he’d abandon those futile ambitions.

He quickly moved on—his real target wasn’t Lysandre, but Malva.

Arriving at her cell, August smiled casually. "Long time no see, Malva."

In response, Malva hurled a newspaper at him.

August easily caught it, glancing at the headline detailing Team Flare's downfall and arrests.

"Thanks for your help dismantling Team Flare," August teased.

Malva winced sharply. Indeed, she'd been instrumental—unintentionally—in Team Flare’s collapse by bringing the fake "Giovanni" (August) into their midst. Without her, Team Flare would still thrive behind their Kalos connections.

Though deeply aware of this, Malva stubbornly retorted, "Are you here just to gloat?"

August chuckled. "Gloat? Why would I bother gloating over a mere prisoner?"

She fell silent at that.

"What do you want?" Malva demanded.

"Not much. Just offering a chance to turn over a new leaf," August said, setting the newspaper aside and sitting down comfortably.

"Turn over a new leaf? You think the League will allow it?" Malva scoffed bitterly, aware of how many powerful figures wanted nothing to do with Team Flare’s remnants.

"I'm not asking you to reclaim your Elite Four seat," August explained calmly. "But how about joining the International Police?"

August’s offer wasn't impulsive. Malva was a complex figure, strong and useful. More importantly, she was now rejected by both the League and Team Flare—exactly the kind of recruit his Kanto branch specialized in.

Malva fell silent, deep in thought.

August didn't press, calmly scrolling through his phone, fully confident in the irresistible allure of freedom.

Sure enough, just as August casually muted Gary Oak for bragging in the chat group, Malva finally spoke up softly:

"I accept…"

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