Lorze, who had passed the Trial of the Hero of Truth, ended up being lectured by his wives.
The wives punished him for slipping away without a word—but the method of punishment was a revolving rape session.
It was hard to tell if it was a punishment or a reward for Lorze.
This unrestrained orgy took place entirely under Reshiram's nose.
The female dragon even spent the time masturbating and fingering herself on the side to join the fun.
Without a doubt, Lorze and his Pokémon wives were a deeply loving couple, making Reshiram feel a bit envious.
However... after that performance, both Lorze and the wives were exhausted.
To prepare for the great battle that might occur the next day, they needed proper rest.
Reshiram, who carried everyone back to the room, stated that if it weren't so hot, she'd be happy to let them lean against her.
For now... Reshiram took up the duty of keeping watch for the night.
Protecting the Hero of Truth was her responsibility as the Dragon of Truth, after all.
The White Dragon remained in a brooding hen-like posture, crouching beside the bed of Lorze and his wives.
Her massive body provided a total sense of security.
It seemed their sleep was much sounder because of it.
Exhausted, they embraced each other and fell into a deep slumber; the night passed without incident.
The next day, when the maid cleaning the castle arrived at the corridor where the orgy had taken place, she was nearly choked by the lingering scent of fishy lust.
However, the semen and pussy juice had already evaporated, leaving only a sticky sensation on the floor.
She cursed under her breath: What the fuck happened here last night!?
One wonders what she would think if she were told the Hero of Truth was seeking carnal pleasure right there.
Sometimes the truth is just that absurd.
Of course, she would never know. Given the castle's ancient age, she likely just assumed it was some paranormal activity...
Meanwhile, the culprits were still sleeping soundly.
They didn't get up until the sun was high.
Lorze continued to hug his wives and sweetly wish them good morning, acting as if they hadn't argued at all the night before.
Those unpleasant moments had long been tossed to the back of their minds.
Seeing that her little Hero and his wives were awake, it was now Reshiram's turn to rest.
But Lorze felt the floor was cold, dirty, and hard.
He was truly unwilling to let the pure and beautiful Reshiram sleep in such a place—even if she didn't seem to mind, having lived that way forever.
Regardless, Lorze browsed the system mall.
To his surprise, he found a massive cushion that looked exactly like a "Pal Bed" from Palworld.
Holy crap, they even have Pal Beds!? Arceus, you absolute madman...
Lorze didn't know how such a thing could exist in the system mall.
A game item that would make Nintendo grit their teeth was appearing in a shop provided by Arceus.
It was bizarre, wasn't it? But to be fair, it looked perfect for Reshiram!
He bought it without a second thought.
The wide cushion fell out of thin air from the ceiling.
Even Reshiram, with her incredibly long lifespan, expressed that she had seen everything now.
Perhaps some kind of spatial ability... Reshiram thought.
But she didn't pry into Lorze's privacy; after all, their relationship was still a bit ambiguous.
Under Lorze's expectant gaze, Reshiram tried to lower her body and curl up on the large bed he prepared.
It was unexpectedly comfortable.
This made her fondness for Lorze rise by several points: women always like a man who can take care of them.
Lorze looked more pleasing to the eye the more she looked at him.
They were truly compatible partners and fuck-buddies.
The White Dragon shifted her body to adjust her sleeping position.
Lorze found it exceptionally cute because it contrasted so sharply with her majestic appearance.
Finally, she found a satisfactory position.
Closing her eyes, she told Lorze in a sleepy voice: if he needed help in battle, he only needed to call.
They had signed a contract; as long as Lorze called her in his heart, Reshiram would arrive at his side instantly.
Within moments, thunderous snores erupted from the female dragon's mouth.
Lorze took the opportunity to stroke Reshiram's white-wolf-like furry head.
He didn't wake her, which gave him a great sense of satisfaction.
After getting up, Lorze and his wives were in no hurry.
Instead, they very relaxedly took a hot bath in the noble room's large tub and ate a warm, sweet family breakfast.
Victini had quickly blended in with the sisters.
Everyone was laughing and chatting, and Lorze watched them dotingly, resting his chin on his hand.
By the time they finished everything they needed to do, it was nearly noon.
However, there was still no word from Damon's side.
Lorze thought the man would have activated the Sword of the Vale the moment he woke up.
Had he changed his mind?
It was likely impossible, but Lorze wasn't the same man as yesterday.
His confidence was now absolute.
He would go talk to Damon now. If Damon wanted a fight, he was more than happy to oblige.
Lorze didn't call Reshiram yet, hoping she could rest a bit longer.
Speaking of which... their relationship was indeed unusual.
Lorze was undoubtedly treating the White Dragon with the attitude he gave his wives.
Reshiram also didn't seem to view Lorze merely as a contract comrade; she was quite partial to this human "little brother."
Perhaps the two were now soulmates...
With Meloetta sitting on his shoulder, Victini floating beside him, and Hatterene holding his hand, Lorze led his family to the Sword of the Vale's main hall.
Damon was there, pacing back and forth as he contemplated something.
Upon seeing Damon again, both were a bit awkward.
Damon had been exploded with anger by Lorze's words yesterday.
He had been too impulsive then. If he calmed down and thought about it, even if he were obsessed with reviving the Village of the Vale, he couldn't just activate the Sword of the Vale immediately; the restoration work wasn't finished.
It was just that now he was having trouble backing down due to his pride...
In the end, it was Lorze who spoke first.
He didn't plan to beat around the bush.
Damon's paranoia was about reviving the Village of the Vale, and even if he seemed more rational now, there was no room for compromise.
So Lorze got straight to the point—
"I'm sorry, Mr. Damon. No matter what, I must stop you from going further.
But now that I have become the Hero of Truth, I must make you realize that forcibly reviving the Village of the Vale is an absolutely wrong choice!"
"What did you say!? Mr. Lorze, you must be joking, right?"
Damon frowned. Why was Lorze talking such nonsense?
He did it yesterday and again today. Did he think everyone was a fool?
Lorze shrugged. He knew Damon wouldn't believe him.
It made sense; without proof, anyone would think he had gone mad.
Though he didn't want to disturb Reshiram's rest, he had no choice but to call her now.
Just as Reshiram had said, Lorze called her name in his heart.
On the other side, Reshiram suddenly opened her clear, bright eyes.
She resolutely left the soft bed, flapping her wings to fly toward Lorze's location!
At the same time, both Damon and Lorze felt the castle shake.
Damon was puzzled: Is this an earthquake?
But the next second, the space above his head went dim.
Rolling heat waves hit him full in the face.
A massive figure dropped from the sky.
It was exactly the legendary counterpart to the Black Dragon Zekrom: the White Dragon, Reshiram!
Reshiram landed steadily on the floor.
Even though she was being very restrained, she still made the floor shake like an earthquake.
She silently stood behind Lorze, lowering her neck to rest her white-wolf head on Lorze's shoulder.
"My Master."
She actually called him Master?
This kind of "Master-Servant Play" address made Lorze very excited.
He intimately hugged Reshiram's head and caressed it...
The moment Reshiram appeared, Damon's mind went blank.
His mouth hung open, unable to close.
The high-decibel noise Reshiram produced, coupled with intense ringing in his ears, made Damon feel extremely uncomfortable.
He stumbled, clutching his head, his chest heaving with shock.
How could this be...?
He could see Lorze was no ordinary person, but in just one day, he gained Reshiram's recognition?
He was an outsider! On what grounds!?
Simple. The answer was his massive and skilled sex drive.
Lorze used his "big cock" to make Reshiram acknowledge him.
Since she was a thirsty female dragon, wasn't it enough to just fuck her into submission?
If Damon knew the truth, he might actually faint from the shock—one of the twin dragons protecting Unova had been "fucked" by a despicable outsider.
Lorze suddenly thought of N's showy pose from the game.
He imitated N by thrusting his arms downward and revealing a healthy smile.
The sense of pressure was instant!
To be fair, Lorze pulling off this move didn't feel out of place.
Firstly, because he was very handsome, and secondly, because he had a good sense of moderation, avoiding being too "cringe"...
"Well then... Mr. Damon. Since we have each become the Hero of Ideals and the Hero of Truth, why don't we follow the example of the twin dragons from a thousand years ago and settle this once and for all?
If I lose, I naturally won't obstruct you anymore.
But if you lose, you must give up your ambition of reviving the Village of the Vale!"
Saying so, Lorze took a cold, aggressive step forward.
This step would have been nothing, but in Damon's eyes, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if Lorze were inadvertently venting his power.
At the same time, Lorze's entire aura changed abruptly.
His gaze shifted from its original gentleness to a sharp, spirited ferocity.
He transformed from a polite scholar into a battle-hardened warrior.
He was a completely different person from before, making Damon feel exceptionally alienated.
Facing Lorze's aggressive approach, a bead of sweat fell from Damon's forehead.
He actually took a step back instinctively, trembling.
At least in this moment, Damon was utterly defeated in terms of aura.
His biological instinct... was fearing Lorze!?
Damon: Wait, can we reconcile?
Lorze: Hah!? At a time like this, you must be joking!
As the leader of the People of the Vale, Damon had always been a proud man.
He never imagined he'd be scared out of his wits by an outsider... What kind of joke is this!?
This was... a disgrace! Damon cursed his own spineless, cowardly appearance.
Though his body was still a bit weak, Damon knew he had no way out.
If he didn't accept Lorze's challenge, wouldn't it mean his title as the Hero of Ideals was a sham?
He'd be no different from a deserter!
The unity he had worked so hard to build would crumble instantly.
The status of a Hero can be a force for unity, but it is also a heavy shackle.
If handled poorly... a backlash is the inevitable result.
For the sake of the Village of the Vale, Damon had to accept Lorze's challenge.
And he was only allowed to succeed; failure was not an option.
Damon pressed his hand to his heaving chest and took a deep breath.
It's fine. I am also the Hero of Ideals. No matter what, I am at least equal to the Hero of Truth.
Besides, my time collaborating with Zekrom is surely longer than his with Reshiram.
It's fine, it's fine... I can win.
Damon also called Zekrom.
A dark figure enveloped in Bolt Strike arrived at his side, forming a standoff with Reshiram.
It wasn't exactly a case of "enemies meeting and seeing red," but their clashing ideals meant Zekrom and Reshiram found each other very annoying.
Being able to gain the upper hand in battle would be a point of pride for either of them.
However, for some reason, Damon always had a faint premonition of disaster.
A warning voice kept ringing in his heart, suggesting this battle would end poorly.
But Damon kept giving himself psychological suggestions.
Coupled with the sense of security Zekrom provided, he finally regained his confidence.
"I assume Your Excellency Damon doesn't want to see the Sword of the Vale destroyed by us.
I also think it would be a pity. So, why don't we fight outside?"
"Right... you're right. Let's go outside then."
Just like that, Lorze rode on Reshiram and Damon rode on Zekrom.
They both flew outside the castle.
The appearance of the two giant dragons directly detonated the residents of Eindoak Town.
The crowd was in an uproar!
Most of the population of Eindoak consisted of the descendants of the People of the Vale.
Quite a few knew that Damon commanded Zekrom.
But who was the person riding Reshiram!?
"Wh-What is that!?"
"It's the twin dragons! The Hero of Truth and the Hero of Ideals!"
"It's over, it's over... we're all going to die..."
Could it be that the Hero of Ideals and the Hero of Truth appeared together to fight, just like in history!?
Regarding this event, they were either terrified that the Village of the Vale would repeat history, or excited to catch a glimpse of the legendary battle.
Anyone who enjoyed a good spectacle ran out of their homes.
Meanwhile, those who knew how destructive the battle between the Black and White dragons could be were spreading fear everywhere, or fleeing with their families, thinking the further the better...
The entire town fell into a state of disorder and chaos.
Even though Mayor Mannes tried to maintain order, it was useless.
Eindoak Town was completely paralyzed.