"Whoosh—"
The bone-chilling wind howled past from outside, penetrating through the gaps in the windows and blowing into the carriage.
"So cold..."
Raven, who had been in a state of confusion, was immediately awakened by this cold wind.
This was the interior of a luxuriously decorated classical carriage. The wheels creaked as they turned, and the carriage seemed to be slowly moving forward through the snow.
Raven was stunned for a moment, quietly observing this unfamiliar environment.
Had he transmigrated?
As a surge of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind, he quickly understood his situation.
The good news: he had transmigrated to the wonderful world of Pokémon.
The bad news: he had transmigrated to the Pokémon world of several thousand years ago, still in the medieval era...
In this era, Pokémon had not yet integrated into human life as they had in the anime and games. The humans here were filled with fear toward Pokémon, even calling them "magical beasts."
And the original owner whose body he had transmigrated into was a sixteen-year-old prince.
The original owner was also named Raven and had been the third prince of the Kingdom of Eindoak. However, in recent years, the old king's health had gradually declined, and his two older brothers above Raven had begun fighting for the throne.
Since ancient times, succession struggles had been extremely cruel—brothers fighting each other, winner takes all, fratricide and patricide were common occurrences.
To protect his youngest son, who lacked ability, the old king knew he had no capability and directly gave him a relatively prosperous territory, arranging for him to stay far from the royal capital to live out his days peacefully in his own domain.
However, the old king hadn't expected that on their way to the territory, they would encounter attacks from wild Pokémon, delaying their journey. As a result, winter had already arrived before they reached their destination.
Under the influence of the blizzard, Raven and his party had lost their way in this vast snowy plain.
The original Raven, unable to endure the bitter cold, had unfortunately died.
After organizing the memories in his mind, Raven felt deeply conflicted.
Eindoak... wasn't this the location from the movie "Victini and Zekrom & Reshiram"?
This meant that his two "cheap" brothers were the ones chosen by the legendary Pokémon Zekrom and Reshiram?
For a moment, Raven didn't know what to say.
But he quickly calmed down.
"At least I know I'm currently in the ancient Unova region from several thousand years ago, and not some even more dangerous world..." Raven thought silently.
He contemplated his current situation in silence.
Just then, Raven suddenly noticed that something seemed to move under the royal velvet blanket with classical patterns beside him.
Raven was slightly startled. He tentatively reached out to lift the blanket, and the next second, he saw a mysterious creature with a snake-like appearance, a slender body covered in light blue scales, and a bright white belly.
It had a pair of gem-like purple eyes, a small white protrusion on its forehead that was a developing horn, white fins on both sides of its head, and a large round white nose on its face.
At this moment, this mysterious creature was looking over pitifully with those watery big eyes.
It was snowing heavily outside the carriage, the temperature inside wasn't high, and this mysterious creature was shivering from the cold.
The moment Raven saw its appearance clearly, he was stunned in place.
This was... a Dratini?!
The juvenile form of Dragonite, a pseudo-legendary Pokémon!
How could it be here?!
While Raven was quite shocked, he desperately searched his memory for relevant information.
Soon, he found the answer.
It turned out to be a gift from the old king before his departure to keep him entertained.
There were no Dratini in the Unova region; this Dratini was a tribute gift from a foreign country and was extremely precious.
Because of its weak strength and gentle nature, without the strong aggressive desires of other magical beasts, it was very suitable as a pet.
And this Dratini was the "gift" the old king had given him for entertainment.
"Draaa..."
Having lost its blanket, the Dratini couldn't help but shiver, making pitiful whimpering sounds.
Raven: "..."
That's right.
As a Dragon-type Pokémon, Dratini was naturally filled with fear toward cold and ice.
He put the blanket back over the Dratini.
Just then, the slowly moving carriage suddenly stopped.
Accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps, the carriage curtain was lifted, and a young man of about twenty-five, wearing medieval armor and a helmet, appeared outside.
The moment the curtain was lifted, the bone-chilling cold blew in from outside. Raven looked out and saw the ground covered with a thick layer of snow, and many people standing on this vast snowy plain.
According to the original owner's memory, those people were all followers and subjects arranged by the old king to accompany him to his territory.
The young man spoke with an anxious expression: "Prince Raven, many people in the group have developed high fevers. If they don't receive timely treatment and rest, I'm afraid they won't be able to continue!"
Upon hearing this, Raven looked at the people outside.
Having inherited the original owner's memories, he knew these people were all subjects who had come to the territory with him.
Their group originally had more than five hundred people. The original owner's father, worried that his youngest son would suffer hardships outside, had arranged a large number of followers for him.
Among them were stewards, guards, knights, maids, carpenters, blacksmiths, gardeners, gardeners, barbers, chefs, and so on.
But currently, fewer than a hundred remained.
Due to attacks from wild Pokémon and the effects of a terrible blizzard, they had lost quite a few people, and many had been separated from the main group.
The Pokémon world was vast and sparsely populated, especially in this era when human combat power was limited and Pokémon were viewed as terrifying magical beasts, causing most humans to huddle in settlements and rarely venture out.
Under the influence of various factors, those separated from the main group would likely have difficulty surviving.
Raven's expression looked somewhat grim.
He looked at those people.
The people outside the carriage were also looking at him.
Women holding children, girls with red-frozen cheeks, guards with frostbite on their ears...
Some people's faces were ashen, their eyes revealing despair. Many had lost friends and relatives in that terrible blizzard, feeling hopeless about life.
But at this moment, seeing Raven emerge, they couldn't help but cast hopeful glances toward him, placing their hopes on this noble personage.
Raven: "..."
Without sufficient food or shelter, not only they, but even Raven felt this life was over.
In such extreme weather, they simply couldn't persist and reach their destination!
But just as Raven's gaze wandered over the group, a panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.
[Lord Name: Raven] [Territory: None] [Subjects (Human): 78 people (click to view details)] [Subjects (Pokémon): 3 (click to view details)] [Morale: 2 (precarious)] [Satisfaction: 0] [Technology: None (spend satisfaction to unlock new technologies)]
Raven was immediately stunned in place.
This was... his golden finger?
"Prince Raven..." Seeing Raven in a daze, the young knight couldn't help but call out.
He was unwilling to die in vain in this desolate place, but he couldn't think of any solution. He could only place his last hope on the prince he had always protected.
Hearing the call, Raven came back to his senses. He shifted his attention from his golden finger and looked at the people before him, carefully considering his current situation.
They had lost their way, and given everyone's current condition, they obviously couldn't continue moving forward aimlessly.
In this weather, they would likely freeze to death on the road.
In this icy, snowy winter, the most important thing now was to first find a shelter to escape the wind and snow.
But staying in this vicinity was obviously not a wise choice.
Raven turned his gaze toward the distance. Not far away, at the end of this plain, he could vaguely see snow-covered peaks and forests.
Clean water sources, sufficient food, and enough timber to build houses—as long as they could get through this cold winter.
The only fortunate thing was that due to the old king's favor, the convoy had brought quite abundant supplies, including food, clean drinking water, various daily necessities, tools, and even various crop seeds.
But it was now December, and there were at least two more months before this cold winter would pass.
Raven calculated the food reserves in his mind. According to the current number of people, that food would be roughly enough for them to survive this winter.
The food problem didn't need immediate worry. Raven pondered briefly, raised his head to scan the people outside, then looked at the knight named Ryan before him and said:
"Stop advancing for now. Ryan, I need you to scout ahead in those mountains and try to find some caves or places with shelter."
Ryan was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and immediately responded: "Yes! Prince Raven!"