On the west coast, after watching Julian and Mewtwo leave, and knowing they had secured two hours, Duke finally felt the crisis in Haitian City might be averted.
He exhaled a sigh of relief and turned to John.
"What exactly is the relationship between your grandson and that Mewtwo?"
"Oh, Mewtwo has a deep connection with my family's ancestors, when my dear grandson was born, there were visions in the sky! Mewtwo must have seen it and realized he'd grow into someone extraordinary—"
"John, quit the nonsense!"
Duke scowled, cutting him off. He knew the history of the Walker family like the back of his hand. Trying to spin some ridiculous story about divine omens was an insult to his intelligence.
Why not just claim your grandson is destined to be an emperor while you're at it?
"You do understand that Mewtwo is a first-class Legendary"
He cast a glance at Kyogre nearby, and wanted to express that not just any Legendary. It was even stronger than Kyogre.
Kyogre: You sure are polite.
"How does Julian know Mewtwo? And why is Mewtwo willing to follow his mands? Do you realize what that implies?"
Duke said as his expressions became extremely excited.
First-classs Legendaries were beings of immense power, often looking down on humans—or outright despising them because humans had attempted to control them in the past.
Humanity's boundless ambition had alienated most First-classs Legendaries, especially the strongest ones.
It was rare for a first-class Legendary to even consider aiding humans, let alone to openly side with one in defiance of another.
Yet here was Mewtwo, standing firmly by Julian's side. And Julian was a citizen of Drakoria.
In Duke's mind, this was equivalent to Mewtwo aligning itself with Drakoria.
Duke: 'The math checks out'
Some countries had the fortune of being protected by Legendary Pokémon, but even then, it was usually Second-Tier Legendaries.
Having a First-class Legendary like Mewtwo standing guard? That had never happened before.
The only remotely parable event was when Celestria enlisted Dialga's help, causing a global sensation.
Many nations assumed Dialga had bee the protector of Celestria.
But in reality, it had been a one-time deal—a transaction that came at a steep cost.
In Drakoria, deploying a First-class Legendary would mean calling upon the nation's "reserve," which essentially boiled down to negotiating for the help of a first-class Legendary.
Even then, it would be a single-use opportunity, requiring a hefty price.
Mewtwo, however, was different. It wasn't acting out of obligation or pensation—it was intervening purely for Julian.
If it wasn't for the notion that First-class Legendaries would never bee a human's Pokémon, he might have believed Mewtwo was Julian's Pokémon.
After all, Julian was able to issue mands to Mewtwo without any apparent cost—a notion that defied logic.
What made First-class Legendaries so unique wasn't just their overwhelming power, but the price they exacted for their cooperation. Even a recognized Trainer manding a First-class Legendary had to pay a steep price—often their lifespan.
Some scholars believed that unless one truly captured a First-class Legendary, manding one would always e at the cost of one's life force.
"Duke, don't bother asking anymore, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
Of course, John understood the implications of Mewtwo genuinely standing behind Drakoria. However, he truly didn't know the exact nature of the relationship between his grandson and Mewtwo.
And even if he did know, he wouldn't divulge such information.
Having his dear grandson closely connected to a First-class Legendary like Mewtwo meant no influential family in Drakoria would dare lay a finger on Julian. Even the national authorities would have to tread carefully around him.
Not to mention, this connection would bring immense opportunities to the Walker family.
"This is my grandson's fortuitous encounter. And fortune is not something you can explain," John said with a shrug.
"How did you bee Champion? Can you explain that to me?"
John cast a sidelong glance at Duke. The man was over a decade older than him, from a less prestigious family, with middling talent to boot. Being an Elite should have already a stretch given his circumstances.
Yet Duke had bee a Champion, while John himself had only recently claimed the title.
"It's all about opportunities Duke, I don't really have much to say"
Duke fell silent. John wasn't wrong—his own journey to the top couldn't be chalked up to talent or effort alone.
Every Champion or Elite had, at some point, encountered a pivotal moment of fortune that changed the course of their life.
Duke was no exception. If not for a life-changing opportunity he'd stumbled upon in a secret realm, he wouldn't have bee a Champion, let alone Drakoria's strongest one.
Fortune, as John had said, was beyond reason or logic.
"I recall your grandson is eighteen this year?" Duke asked suddenly, changing the subject.
John nodded instinctively. "In two months, he'll be nineteen."
"I have a granddaughter at Imperial University. She's the same age."
John immediately understood Duke's intentions. The man was clearly angling for a match between their families.
And why not? Mewtwo's involvement had pletely altered Julian's trajectory. Someone who could mand a First-class Legendary represented an unparalleled future.
If Julian had been from an ordinary family, perhaps some methods could be used to force him into submission.
But standing behind Julian was John, who had just bee Drakoria's sixth Champion. Who would dare challenge him?
It was no secret within their circles that John had an almost ical fondness for his grandson. Whether in casual conversation or serious discussion, John's favorite topic was his grandson.
'My good grandson this, my champion-worthy grandson that.'
And now, reality had exceeded even John's wildest boasts. Not only did Julian have the makings of a Champion, but he also had ties to a First-class Legendary.
And this wasn't something that could be kept under wraps. After all, the skies were filled with satellites, and not just Drakoria's.
With Kyogre attacking Haitian City, it was inevitable that satellites from other nations would be trained on the area. Such a major event was bound to attract global attention, with foreign countries eager to witness the spectacle.
Kyogre's assault on Haitian City had already made waves, but Mewtwo's sudden appearance would be the real headline. Other nations would soon be scrambling to understand what exactly was happening.
Countries closely monitored the crisis in Haitian City, trying to gauge how Drakoria was dealing with the assault by Kyogre.
Some were calculating the potential casualties—how many lives Drakoria would have to sacrifice to repel the sea god—and deliberating whether to assist or to follow Celestria in seizing the opportunity to add pressure.
But Mewtwo's sudden appearance, fighting alongside Julian, had turned the tide in more ways than one.
Now, Julian's profile—including every detail of his life, from childhood to the present—was laid out on the desks of various country leaders.
Emergency meetings were called in around the globe.
With the biggest reaction unsurprisingly ing from Celestria, Drakoria's long-standing rival.
Celestria acted swiftly, recalling their Champion-level trainers who had been patrolling near Drakoria's borders.
This unexpected move left their two allies Babath and Wyvernia, scratching their heads.
Was Celestria secretly cutting a deal with Drakoria? It made no sense otherwise—why would Celestria forgo such a golden opportunity to put pressure on their rival?
The mere thought of this sent the two countries into a flurry of speculation.
Did Drakoria offer some massive concessions to Celestria?
Excited at the prospect, both nations eagerly followed Celestria's lead, even going so far as to ask what benefits Drakoria might have provided.
Could they get a slice of the pie, too?
Their logic was simple: if they grew stronger through this, it would only empower Celestria further.
With that strength, they could help Celestria fight whoever the nation asked them to.
However, when their Champions briefed them on what had occurred in Haitian City, both nations' leaderships fell silent.
For the first time, they realized the scope of the situation went far beyond politics or mere national rivalry.
The leaders of both countries mulled over a bold, albeit desperate, idea.
What if we acknowledged Drakoria as our new leader instead?
Would Drakoria even agree? And if they did, how much would it cost?
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