"No, this is way too disrespectful to the ed King." Naoki shook his head quickly, trying to banish the absurd thought from his mind.

  But despite himself, Naoki couldn't help but gnce again at the massive dark green atop Calyrex's head, shaped like an enormous bud. Beh the was Calyrex's petite, slender body, resembling a rabbit with elegaures.

  Calyrex had majestic blue eyes that shimmered with wisdom, and a small blue nose and mouth. A pair of cloak-like wiended behind it, framing its gray-white body and legs, giving the Pokémon an otherworldly grabsp;

  The ed King floated silently just above the snow, gazing directly at Naoki.

  Then, it made a strange sound, inprehensible to human ears. "Caly… moo… moo…"

  Naoki: "?"

  Just then, a middle-aged farmer wearing a plush hat and carrying a hoe appeared, on his way to tend the snow-covered fields. Spotting Naoki and Koraidon standing frozen ihe farmer was about to ask where they'd e from—when he caught sight of the glowing, floating Pokémon not far away.

  The farmer's eyes widened in shock. His jaw dropped.

  "What a huge head!" the farmer excimed.

  Naoki: "…"

  'He said exactly what I was thinking!' Naoki thought, barely holding back a ugh.

  The farmer's outburst caught the attention of Calyrex, who turs gaze toward the man.

  A blue light flickered in Calyrex's eyes, and before the farmer could react, his body was enveloped in a faint glow. His feet slowly lifted off the ground, and his sciousness began to drift.

  The farmer floated in the air, suspended by Calyrex's psychic power, his body moving like a puppet uhe King's trol. Calyrex's voice echoed through the farmer, directed toward Naoki:

  "My faithful one, you have finally arrived. I have waited for you here for a long time."

  Naoki stared at the poor, dazed farmer, his face twisted in awkward sympathy. He scratched his head. "Uh… you know, we could probably find a better way to unicate."

  Calyrex tilted its head slightly, a flicker of fusion in its radiant blue eyes. "Oh?"

  Naoki rummaged through his bag and pulled out a rge package of Transtion Seed Crisps.

  The ed King's gaze was immediately drawn to the bag. "What is this?" Calyrex asked, curiosity slipping through its regal demeanor.

  Naoki smiled. "It's a human food with a bit of magic. When you eat it, it lets you uand Pokémon speech."

  Calyrex looked intrigued by the idea, though it maintais dignified posture.

  Without hesitation, Naoki popped a few of the crisps into his mouth and grinned. "Alright, I should be able to uand you now."

  Calyrex seemed pleased. The glow around the farmer faded, and he slowly returo the ground, blinking in fusion.

  The ed King, perhaps not wanting the enter to attract further attention, used instant teleportation, leaving behind a message for Naoki:

  "I will be waiting for you on the cliff over there."

  And with that, Calyrex disappeared in a fsh of light, vanishing into the snowy expanse.

  The farmer, now free from Calyrex's psychitrol, slowly nded ba the ground. He gnced around in fusion, scratg the back of his head.

  "What happened? Why am I here? Brr… It's freezing out here! Wait a sed… who are you? Are you a tourist from out of town?"

  Naoki answered casually, "Yes, I'm here to observe the Pokémon ecology in the Tundra."

  The farmer's eyes lit up in uanding. "Ah, I see! That makes sense."

  With that, the man picked up his hoe and strolled away, still muttering to himself.

  "Naoki turo the Altaria flying beside him. 'You head home now. I have something important to do.'"

  The little bird puffed up its fluffy feathers, trying to stay warm. With a pitiful nod, it chirped softly.

  "Chirp!" (Be careful! And don't get lost again!)

  Naoki chuckled and gave a reassuring nod. "Don't worry about me!"

  With that, the Altaria fpped its wings and flew off, disappearing toward the vilge. Naoki watched it go for a moment, then turo Koraidon.

  "Let's head to the cliffs," Naoki said, climbing onto Koraidon's back. The Pokémo out a soft "Raao!" and took off into the cold sky, cutting through the frosty air.

  When they reached the cliff, Calyrex was already there, floating gracefully above the snow-covered peak. It gazed down at Freezington Vilge below, like a noble king watg over his domain from a castle tower.

  Hearing Naoki's arrival, Calyrex turo face him.

  The legendary Pokémon's majestic blue eyes met Naoki's, and it spoke with calm gratitude:

  "I have sensed your kindness, and I know what you have done for me on that nd."

  Naoki shifted awkwardly, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. 'Didn't I mostly e here to get my hands on one of the horses…?'

  But it was not the time for hoy. Ruining the moment would be awkward, to say the least. So, Naoki straightened up and replied sincerely, "It was the least I could do. The people of Paldea are grateful for your strength."

  At the mention of gratitude, a flicker of emotion crossed Calyrex's regal expression. The memory of past festivals, s, and statues crafted in its honor seemed to stir within the Pokémon.

  Calyrex's voice softened. "I know… And because of your as, I have regained a portion of my strength."

  However, there was a lingering sadness in its tone.

  "Yet, while you have shown kindness, many others have fotten me. I feel my power waning, my e to mankind slipping away."

  The King of Bountiful Harvests looked toward the horizon, a heavy sorrow clouding its gaze. It had once been the beloved protector of these nds, but now its name was slipping into obscurity.

  Ses from the past flickered in its mind.

  Long ago, when the Gar region was ruled by Calyrex, the nd rosperous, with fields yielding abundant crops and flowers blooming in every er.

  The humans and Pokémon living under Calyrex's reign regarded him as their king, and in turn, he cherished them as his people. Out of love and respect, they built temples in his honor and offered tributes of gratitude. Iurn, Calyrex used all his strength to ensure bountiful harvests for his people.

  As these memories resurfaced, a wave of sadness washed over Calyrex. It pained him to think that his beloved people might have fotten him.

  He turoward Naoki with a solemn expression. "My believer, I must ask a favor of you."

  Naoki sehe deep sadness in Calyrex's voice. He gave a small nod. "Of course. What do you need me to do?"

  Calyrex's gaze shifted toward the human vilge below. "I want you to go to the vilge and ask the people if they still remember me."

  Naoki thought to himself, 'The King of Bountiful Harvests still cares deeply about their faith. '

  He looked back at Calyrex and gave a reassuring smile. "I'll go ask them for you."

  Calyrex bowed his head slightly. "Thank you. I will wait for your return here."

  With that, Naoki climbed onto Koraidon and soared toward the vilge of Freezington.

  As they flew toward the vilge, Koraidon furrowed its brow in fusion.

  "Raao…?" (He seems really sad…)

  Naoki stroked the Pokémon's head thoughtfully. "Yes… It's like if you and I were separated for a long time, and whe again, I didn't remember you."

  Before Naoki could finish, Koraidon shook its head frantically, letting out a distressed cry.

  "Raao!" (We won't ever be apart!)

  Naoki blihen smiled warmly. He patted Koraidon's head. "Of course not. I was just giving an example. But think about it—wouldn't it hurt if that happened?"

  Koraidon fell silent, sidering the thought carefully. Its head drooped slightly.

  "Raao…" (That would be really sad...)

  Then, with suddeermination, Koraidon straightened up and decred, "Raao!" (I'll never fet you, Naoki!)

  "I'll never fet you either," Naoki replied softly, rubbing the Pokémon's head affeately.

  He tinued, "Now, imagihat the vilgers are like me, and the King of Bountiful Harvests is like you. See? It makes sense why he feels this way."

  Koraidon tilted its head thoughtfully, and after a moment, it nodded with uanding.

  "Raao!" (The's bring the King bae with us!)

  Naoki chuckled at Koraidon's eagerness. "Well, that depends oher Calyrex wants to e with us or not."

  With that, Koraidon gracefully desded into Freezington Vilge.

  On the vilge, Naoki sed the area. Vilgers were out and about, enjoying the break in the snowfall. He decided to blend in as a tourist and began asking people if they remembered the King of Bountiful Harvests.

  The first vilger he approached gave him a puzzled look.

  "The King of Bountiful Harvests? What's that?" the vilger asked, clearly fused.

  Naoki: "…"

  'Well, that's not a great start…'

  He tried again with an elderly woman sitting nearby. After a moment of thought, her eyes lit up.

  "I think I remember my grandmother telling me a story about that when I was little," the woman said. "She told us that if a child did properly, the King would take away their body and soul, and they'd never be able to return home."

  Naoki sighed, muttering to himself, "Isn't this the kind of thing a Ghost-type Pokémon would do?"

  He approached another vilger—a white-haired old man with gsses.

  The old man smiled proudly and said, "Ah, the King of Bountiful Harvests? Of course, I know about it! We use the legend to attract tourists. It helps bring busio the guesthouses and shops here in the vilge."

  Naoki raised an eyebrow. "How do you know so much about it?"

  The old man grinned even wider. "Well, that's because I'm the vilge chief! I've known about the King of Bountiful Harvests since I was a child. I even have an old storybook at home that's full of tales about him!"

  Naoki: "…"

  With these replies in hand, Naoki rode Koraidon back to the cliffside, where Calyrex waited.

  After hearing Naoki's retelling, a visible sadness appeared on Calyrex's fabsp;

  The Pokémon stood silently on the snow, looking down at the frozen vilge below as if refleg on what once was. Then, with a soft sigh, it closed its eyes.

  After a long moment, Calyrex opes eyes, regaining the dignified and majestic posture of a king.

  "It seems that they no longer remember me," Calyrex said quietly. "Humans have fotten the bond they once shared with me."

  Naoki shifted awkwardly, unsure how to fort the Pokémon. After a moment, he said gently, "The vilge chief still remembers you, though."

  Calyrex gave a small shake of his head, aowledging the se.

  "It is alright. Why should I dwell on this? I am the King of Bountiful Harvests—I am not so petty."

  The king's gaze turned distant. "I o longer depend on their belief to restore my power. If only my loyal steed were by my side... things might be different."

  As he spoke, Calyrex turned his gaze back toward Naoki.

  Naoki thought to himself, 'Here it es!'

  Calyrex tinued, "I once rode a powerful fged Pokémon, a panion I could and with ease. The statue in the vilge depicts me riding that steed. Long ago, they were my trusted partners, roaming the mountains by my side. But as my power faded, we were separated, and I do not know where they are now."

  Then, the king looked directly at Naoki, his blue eyes filled with hope.

  "I must ask for your help once more. If you help me find my two beloved steeds, I will grant you a wish—whatever you desire. As long as it is within my power, I will make it happen."

  Naoki already anticipated this request.

  Just as in the game's storylihe King of Bountiful Harvests he help of a traveler to reuh his steed.

  In the game, the pyer assists Calyrex in finding one of his two panioher Gstrier, the Ice Horse, or Spectrier, the Ghost Horse—allowing him tain his full strength.

  Naoki pondered. 'If I help him recover both Gstrier and Spectrier… could I vince him to leave this snowy nd behind and e with me to Paldea, bringing the two horses along?'

  Lost in thought, Naoki gnced up at Calyrex's .

  "That is really big," he mused to himself once again.

  Then he recalled what he knew about Calyrex.

  Finding Spectrier (the Spirit Horse) strier (the Blizzard Horse) wouldn't be too difficult. As long as he could obtain carrot seeds—the preferred food of these steeds—and have Calyrex use his powers to ripehe horses would be drawn to the crop.

  However, reuniting Calyrex with one of the horses required more than just carrots. He also needed a special bridle—the Reins of Unity—to bind the king and the choseogether.

  The reins were no ordinary rope but were woven from Radiaals and horse Pokémon manes, once crafted as an of gratitude from the people to Calyrex in aimes.

  After a brief moment of thought, Naoki looked at the King of Bountiful Harvests. "I promise I'll help you."

  Calyrex's eyes softened with gratitude. "Thank you. I shall remain here, waiting for your return. Though my strength has not fully recovered, if you need my assistance, e to me."

  Naoki smiled and nodded. "Uood."

  Naoki remembered that the vilge chief had mentioned a book taining stories about the King of Bountiful Harvests. Deg that it was the best pce to start, Naoki said his farewells to Calyrex and rode off on Koraidon toward Freezington Vilge.

  As snowfkes began to drift down from the sky once again, Calyrex watched Naoki leave.

  "This little believer... he is a good person," Calyrex thought to himself.

  The king gazed silently at Naoki's retreating figure. A flicker of hope sparked within him—perhaps, through this human, he could rebuild the bond he had once shared with humanity.

  "This time," the king mused to himself, "I do not wish to be a ruler anymore."

  ---

  Ba Freezington Vilge, Naoki met with the vilge chief. After expining his purpose, the old man led Naoki to his home.

  "The King of Bountiful Harvests? I haven't heard that name in ages," the chief admitted. "It would be wonderful if he truly existed. The nd here has grown barren, and it's getting harder and harder to grow crops."

  Naoki tilted his head. "It's strange. If Calyrex once ruled over the Gar region, why do we hear so few stories about him now?"

  The vilge chief shook his head, a wistful expression crossing his face. "Perhaps it's just an old legend passed down by word of mouth."

  The chief tihoughtfully, "It's like the stories that say humans were created by gods. If the King of Bountiful Harvests truly existed, why hasn't he shown himself after all these years?"

  Naoki furrowed his brow. 'Maybe… things o if people believe in them?'

  The vilge chief shrugged. "When I was a boy, my history teacher taught us that the Gar region has always been protected by the royal family. They were the ones who defended us from the Darkest Day."

  He tinued, "They say that long ago, darkness spread across Gar. Back then, two heroes wielding a sword and shield drove the darkness away and saved the region."

  "If the King of Bountiful Harvests really existed, shouldn't he have e to protect his people back then?"

  The chief gave Naoki a kind smile, theured toward a bookshelf in the er of the room.

  "If you're ied in those stories, the book you're looking for is otom shelf. Go ahead and take a look."