"Forgive my bluntness, Mr. Roland..."
Watching the Pikachu ahead, which was acting uncharacteristically—no longer sullen, but instead circling and dancing joyfully—the Purple-haired Witch spoke softly.
"I've never heard of a Pikachu capable of using Space Spells."
"Don't worry, Vanessa. Your memory serves you correctly."
It wasn't just Vanessa; Roland had never seen any records of a Pikachu mastering Space Spells in any ancient texts either.
In fact, the Pikachu in ancient texts were never depicted as Casters.
So, after that lighthearted joke, Roland signaled for Beastman Freddy beside him to remain alert, then slowed his pace and explained.
"But as Tress just said, the clue to her kin is not far to the south."
"We were already planning to head south, so why not try our luck? It's better than running around like headless chickens in this sealed-off area."
"That makes sense."
Vanessa neither agreed nor disagreed, simply giving a slight nod.
