"Uwaaah…"
Logan let out a huge yawn as he opened his eyes.
He rubbed his still sleepy eyes and vaguely saw a figure standing by the window, pulling open the curtains. A cool morning breeze flowed in, instantly sweeping away the lingering drowsiness.
"Good morning, Master!"
To wake up and imdiately hear a bright, youthful female voice greeting you as "Master" was probably a scene many n could only dream about.
The complicated and elegant maid dress wrapped around a slender, delicate figure.
The cuffs and collar were decorated with intricate lace frills.
Her long crimson hair was tied into twin ponytails, and the accessories atop her head resembled small dragon horns. Combined with her gentle smile, the whole image radiated lively youthfulness and charm.
Logan, still lying on the bed, rolled over.
His vision was suddenly filled with a pair of smooth legs wrapped in white stockings.
Almost instinctively, he reached out and gave the girl's leg a quick squeeze.
Only then did Logan snap fully awake.
"…Good morning, Latias."
Latias did not dodge Logan's wandering hand at all.
Instead, she clasped her hands politely in front of her body and bowed slightly.
"Miss Cynthia has already woken up and is taking a walk in the garden."
"Miss Daisy is preparing breakfast."
"The others are still asleep, Master."
"Alright. I'll get up and wash up first."
Logan stretched lazily and stepped out of bed.
As soon as she heard his words, Latias had already run ahead to the bathroom.
It had already been two days since the battle against the Elite Four.
Because the battlefield had been Cerise Island, far away from the mainland of Kanto, the devastating battle—despite destroying an entire archipelago—had not caused much public panic.
Disaster relief efforts in Celadon City, Pewter City, Cerulean City, and Cinnabar Island were still in full swing.
However, Logan, as the overall commander, did not need to personally oversee the process.
As long as he remained in Pallet Town issuing orders, the Pokémon League would carry them out.
While the League might not have many powerful battlers, it excelled at internal administration. Logan had no need to worry about such matters.
The reconstruction work would still take so ti.
As for how the League planned to explain the incident to the public and provide a satisfactory narrative—that was sothing the League Chairman would have to worry about.
When Logan entered the bathroom, he saw that Latias had already placed toothpaste on his toothbrush.
She stood respectfully beside the sink, waiting for him to brush his teeth.
"Thank you, Latias."
"But you really don't need to do things like this for . I can handle it myself."
Logan gave a wry smile.
Although having soone take care of everything for you felt comfortable—and having a beautiful, capable maid was practically every man's dream—
If even squeezing toothpaste was done by soone else, Logan feared that soday he might beco completely useless.
"Eh?"
"Did I do sothing wrong?"
Latias looked confused and slightly uneasy.
She grabbed the edge of her skirt and swayed slightly.
"Human maid training says these things should be done."
As a Pokémon whose mind was extrely close to that of humans, capable of taking human form and possessing exceptional intelligence, Latias had already mastered most human skills during her long life.
To her, she had learned them rely out of curiosity and never considered them anything special.
But from a human perspective, many of her abilities were practically superhuman.
Even Professor Oak found Latias's lifestyle astonishing.
A Pokémon living almost exactly like a human was sothing he had never seen before.
During the past two days at the lab, Professor Oak had frequently brought Latias in for research whenever he had ti.
Of course—
Latias was the one being studied.
Professor Oak wanted to study the similarities between Pokémon and human lifestyles.
And Latias was undoubtedly the most perfect example he had ever encountered.
"I'm not saying you did anything wrong."
Logan said gently.
"But maybe lower your standards a little next ti."
"If you keep taking care of like this, I'm afraid that one day when you're not around, I won't even know how to feed myself."
"Why wouldn't I be around?"
Latias smiled brightly.
"As long as you don't release , Master, I will always stay by your side."
Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she spoke the words without hesitation.
It sounded almost like a confession.
But Logan knew it wasn't.
Latias was simply expressing the loyalty of a Pokémon toward its trainer.
Pokémon were truly incredible creatures.
So Pokémon would even endure abuse from their trainers yet refuse to leave.
This was precisely why people like Lance believed Pokémon should be completely freed from human control.
Because sotis humans really did treat Pokémon far too cruelly.
"Alright… I can't win an argunt with you."
Logan chuckled.
There was little point debating such things with a Pokémon whose way of thinking was fundantally different from that of humans.
Besides—
This legendary Pokémon now belonged to him.
And no one could take her away.
"Master!"
"Do you want to brush your teeth for you?"
Latias held the cup in one hand and the toothbrush in the other, looking eager to try.
"No!"
"I'll do it myself!"
Logan quickly snatched them away.
"Aww… I wanted to see what brushing teeth feels like."
Latias looked disappointed.
"If you want to try it, brush your own teeth!"
Logan replied irritably.
"But… I don't need to brush my teeth."
Latias tilted her head and tapped her lips with her finger.
Even though she looked human, Latias was still a Pokémon.
And not just any Pokémon—
A legendary Pokémon.
Things like hygiene routines were unnecessary for her body. Unlike humans, her body did not produce daily waste in the sa way.
"Sotis I really envy you."
"You seem happy all the ti."
Logan shook his head and continued washing his face.
By the ti he finished, Latias was already standing beside him holding a towel with both hands.
Taking the towel, Logan wiped the water from his face.
He suddenly realized that he might actually need to get used to living with a maid.
"Good morning, everyone!"
Returning to the bedroom, he greeted the Pokémon resting inside the Poké Balls on the table.
He clipped them back onto his belt.
After putting on a shirt and vest and adjusting his tie, Logan decided not to wear the overly formal Champion's cloak.
At that mont, Eevee climbed off the bed, letting out a cheerful "Vui!" before jumping onto Logan's shoulder.
Latias hurried ahead and opened the door for him.
Her lively, energetic deanor made her look like a girl with endless energy.
But for a legendary Pokémon, even working nonstop for twenty-four hours would not cause fatigue.
Her stamina far exceeded that of humans—and even most Pokémon.
More importantly, Latias didn't see these tasks as servitude.
She didn't feel oppressed or ordered around.
Instead, she believed they were things she should naturally do, like eating or breathing.
To her, performing these tasks brought happiness.
She could imrse herself perfectly into any role she played.
Even Logan found that ability impressive.
"Latias, I'll leave lunch to you today."
Logan said with a smile as they walked down the corridor of the laboratory.
"Everyone loved the dinner you cooked yesterday."
Latias's long life likely stretched far beyond recorded human history.
Her mastery in countless skills had reached an incredible level.
Her cooking abilities alone were astonishing.
"Please leave it to , Master!"
Latias smiled happily, her eyes sparkling with excitent.
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