The territory of the Elven race was, quite literally, on the surface of the desert.
Dak followed the elves through the sands and arrived at a city in the heart of the desert.
It was bustling inside. Many elves had joyfully come out of their homes, eager to enjoy the rain they hadn't seen in ages.
As a human stepping into the Elven Royal City, Dak inevitably became the center of attention, their curious gazes all falling on him at once.
"Ahem… your race is… quite open."
Dak scratched his nose as he took in the sight of countless scantily clad elven girls all around him.
He had no idea what went through their minds. With the blazing desert sun shining down on them all year round, they still chose to wear so little.
Many exposed their arms, waists, and legs. Bikini-like outfits that covered only the essential parts were not uncommon.
And coupled with the Elves' curvy figures and the way their semi-transparent clothes clung to their bodies under the rain, the visual impact on Dak was… considerable.
But there was something even more striking—
These elves, with their seductive physiques, all had faces as pure and innocent as college students.
Their innocent expressions paired with their provocative clothing and figures created a stunning contrast.
"Of course. We elves are naturally cheerful and free-spirited."
Apparently, the elf walking beside him misunderstood Dak's words, thinking he was commenting on their personalities.
"No human kingdom is willing to trade with us. We have to make our own clothes with whatever we can find. But desert materials are scarce, and if we go too far from here, we risk being captured and sold by humans."
One of the older elves in the group seemed to understand what Dak had actually meant, but showed no embarrassment.
Those older elves had clearly traveled beyond the desert before and learned more about the outside world—so she easily picked up on Dak's true meaning.
"Tch. There're slavers no matter where you go."
Dak clicked his tongue.
It seemed like this kind of filth was impossible to completely get rid of.
Even in the One Piece world, slave traders had nearly vanished—
Because no one dared to buy non-human slaves anymore. If caught, they'd be sipping tea in Pokémon Prison.
No buyers, no sellers.
However, Pokémon traffickers had emerged.
Though their numbers were few, they never seemed to completely disappear. Every now and then, new ones would pop up.
Sato's security forces constantly hunted them, even enlisting the help of the Inquisition and the Grefg Army, who operated in the shadows.
"You have them in your world too?"
"Yes, but very few. In the past, the merfolk and tiny folk were hunted so badly they barely dared to leave their own kingdoms. Later, I created a world where all beings could live together in peace—and things improved a lot."
Dak spread his hands helplessly and continued.
"Those guys don't hunt non-humans anymore—they hunt Pokémon. My people are hunting those criminals down every day."
"Pokémon?"
"That's what we call 'familiars' in our world."
"Ohh! That's horrible!"
The nearby elven girls were filled with righteous anger upon hearing Dak's story—and their goodwill toward him rose sharply.
After all, here was a hero who hunted down slavers!
He must be a good person!
As they chatted, more and more elves gathered around.
It seemed word had spread fast, and they all came to see what a "human" looked like in person.
From the hushed whispers around them, Dak realized that many of these elves—despite being over a hundred years old—had never seen a human before.
This place really felt like a forgotten city, unvisited by outsiders for decades, maybe even centuries.
He also noticed something else:
Among the elves, some had rocky humanoid beings following them around.
Those were likely the Earth Elementals.
Not all were made of stone—some were composed of dirt, others of yellow sand...
But all were clearly tied to the earth.
As they moved toward the center of the elven city, Dak knew they were about to bring him to their "chieftain" or "queen"—a leader figure.
After all, taking the Earth Elemental King Yashan away was no small matter.
Dak wasn't asking for just one elemental, but the entire Earth Elemental Clan. That would seriously weaken the elves' defensive strength—surely they wouldn't be happy about it.
But that was fine.
Dak planned to take the elves with him too.
In the Pokémon world, the Dwarfling Clan of Dressrosa—known also as the "fairies" or "elves"—were similar. Small, innocent, long-lived beings.
They would fit perfectly with the elven race here.
Along the way, Dak told the elves about Pokémon Island.
Of course, he tailored the content to his audience.
For the elves, he focused on the harmony of countless races, the freedom, the absence of discrimination—an ideal life for peace-loving creatures like them.
He even deliberately described the forests in vivid detail, testing their reactions.
And in their eyes, he saw longing.
'So it wasn't that they chose to leave the forests. More likely, they were forced—or it was tied to some racial duty.'
Dak made a mental note. He could ask the elven leader about it later.
A leader who had likely lived for centuries—someone who knew the truth of many things.
"That's our royal palace. The Queen resides within. All of you, wait outside."
The tan-skinned elf leading him raised her hand, halting the others.
"These buildings… the Earth Elementals helped build them, didn't they?"
Dak looked up at the golden castle and the surrounding dwellings.
The desert's golden city appeared to be made from sand hardened into a marble-like stone.
Though its hardness was unknown, the golden stone was undoubtedly beautiful—likely gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
"Yes. They can manipulate sand and even slightly alter its properties."
The elf explained, her expression growing serious.
Because now, they could see the figure on the throne ahead.
Dak turned—and couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
This Queen was nothing like he expected.
He had imagined a fair-skinned, blonde elf queen holding a scepter—a gentle, regal, maternal figure.
But he was completely wrong.
Before him sat a tan-skinned, golden-haired elf queen wielding a greatsword.
She looked more like a villain boss than a monarch.
And though she wore more clothes than the other elves outside, her appearance was even more… provocative.
The reason likely came from the semi-transparent black mesh around her chest, her thigh-high boots that resembled garter straps—and most importantly, her expression.
Her face carried an alluring, sultry look full of temptation.
At first glance, many would assume she was a well-experienced seductress.
But Dak could sense otherwise.
This Queen was an ancient virgin—he didn't know how long she'd lived, but her purity was intact.
"Well, well~ A human~ Now this is a rare sight indeed."
The Queen, with her peculiar style, crossed her legs and propped her head on one hand as she tilted it, looking at Dak. "Boy, aren't you humans supposed to fear us elves like the plague? And yet you've dared to walk into our territory alone."
"…"
Dak scratched his head.
It had been a while since anyone had dared talk to him like this.
"Your Majesty, here's the story…"
The tan-skinned elf beside him stepped forward and explained everything—
How they met Dak and the Wind King Iras in the desert, and how Dak had come for Yashan.
She even saved the biggest reveal for last—that Dak came from another world.
"Another world?! Prove it."
Clearly, this Queen wasn't as easily convinced as the others.
Especially when it came to humans.
Sosia had lived over 1,200 years. From naive youth to worldly monarch, she knew full well how much the world's humans loathed her kind.
She had every reason to believe this human might be a spy sent by some kingdom.
"How to prove it… hmm… have you seen this before? This is called a Luxury Ball. It's used to house Pokémon. I'm pretty sure your world doesn't have anything like this, right?"
Dak took out the Luxury Ball that held Tyranitar.
"…Never seen it. Can I take a look?"
Sosia frowned, deep in thought. She confirmed that such spherical containers for familiars didn't exist in this world.
"Tyranitar, show yourself."
Boom—
Tyranitar emerged, and the sandstorm immediately began to form.
But Dak had prepared a psychic barrier around him in advance, trapping all the sand within.
"What is that?!"
Sosia's voice rang out.
But her gaze wasn't on Tyranitar—it was on Dak's eyes, glowing with a dark red light.
She could sense he was manipulating a unique form of psychic energy.
As a member of a race born with innate psychic talents, Sosia—as royalty—possessed exceptional sensitivity to such energy.
This wasn't some made-up setting.
In the original story, Tiffania—one of the protagonist's love interests and a Void mage—was a half-elf with the ability to seal memories.
She could lock specific memories deep in one's subconscious—not erased, but nearly impossible to recall.
"Amazing…"
At that moment, a heavy, resonant voice echoed.
A whirlwind of yellow sand and scattered rocks surged forth—condensing beside Sosia into the humanoid figure of a woman made of sand.
It was the Earth Elemental King—Yashan.
(End of Chapter)
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