Manor Lord in the Pokémon World

"Kirullian, don't be angry. Speaker Krill didn't do it on purpose," Ark said gently, carefully parting the bushes in front of him.

"Suri suri!" Kirlia huffed, hugging the Gardevoir kite she had just found, her little face scrunched up in a huff.

It clearly saw with its own eyes that the speaker cricket secretly used the insect bite skill on the kite string; that guy definitely did it on purpose!

That wretched speaker cricket! It must be envious of my superb kite-flying skills and jealous of me, that's why it secretly tried to kill the poor kite!

It caused it and the Ark to run around in the night for so long, their legs almost breaking, before finally finding their beloved kite on a distant treetop.

When Fangzhou brought the still somewhat sullen Kirlia back to the manor gate, the scene before her eyes stunned Kirlia.

The originally simple manor gate was carefully decorated, with wildflowers spreading from the entrance all the way to the center of the manor where they usually gathered, forming a beautiful flower path.

Pale purple lavender, golden wild chrysanthemums, and delicate pink clover flowers intertwine, exuding a faint fragrance in the night.

The flower path is adorned with small glass lamps, each containing a glowing firefly.

The soft light and the moonlight reflected each other, making the entire manor look like a dream.

So beautiful~

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The kite in Kirullian's hand fell to the ground. Ignoring her beloved kite, she ran quickly towards the manor.

So many flowers, beautiful flowers!

What happened?

Why did the manor change so much after they were only gone for a short while?

At that moment, music started playing.

The culprit that destroyed the kite, the speaker cricket, was standing on the top of the tallest tree, flapping its wings and beginning to play a tune.

"556517~556517~"

This is a song that Fangzhou secretly contacted me about some time ago, asking me to learn it.

It's a very unique song; just listening to it makes me feel incredibly happy.

The speaker is very popular.

Although I had never heard of it before, the speaker family has a high musical talent, and after these days of practice, it can now perform very well.

As the music played, Ark began to sing softly.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!

Although it's not Kirlia's birthday today, this is the only song that came to mind for Arknights, and it feels quite suitable for the full moon celebration.

Accompanied by singing, the tropical dragons slowly emerged from behind the house, pushing a small cart decorated with flowers.

On the cart was a beautiful cake, decorated with fresh berries and exquisite buttercream frosting, topped with a small Kirlia figure drawn in icing.

This is a cake that Ark prepared in advance.

"Suri Suri?"

Kirlian was somewhat at a loss when she saw this scene.

What happened? How could it be so sudden!

"Kirullian, today is your one-month birthday! Happy one-month birthday~"

"Ah~Suri!"

Kirullian's eyes slowly brightened.

This is a full moon celebration prepared for myself!

"So don't blame Speaker Cricket, okay? I made it do this. We've been preparing for days. These wildflowers were picked by Oo-Tachi from the eastern mountains. Speaker Cricket and I have been practicing this piece together, all for the sake of giving you a surprise today."

This is a unique piece of music, one that doesn't exist in the Pokémon world, and I'm giving it to you on this full moon day.

A few days ago, when Ark was checking the calendar and marking the date of the Weaving Festival, he realized that Kirlia's full moon was just around the corner.

According to the customs of my hometown, a full moon celebration is a must.

Fearing that leaking the plan would jeopardize its surprising effect, Fangzhou only let Daiwei Li and Speaker Shuai, who were in charge of the plan, know about it.

"Suri suri..." Kirlia looked at the Ark and all the Pokémon around her that had done for her, tears welling up in her eyes.

It was so happy, it was really happy.

"Alright, alright, you're a month old now. You're not a baby anymore, so you can't cry anymore." Fangzhou took out a handkerchief and wiped away Kirlia's tears. "Come on, let's blow out the candles."

"Hoo~" Kirlia took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and then quickly blew out the candle.

Next up is cake!

Each Pokémon received a share, and the three bees also got theirs.

Tonight is not only a celebration of winning the Wind Festival, but also the anniversary of Kirlia's full moon. This double celebration has immersed all Pokémon in joy.

Watching the Pokémon playing happily, Fangzhou took out a sketchbook from his pocket and began to sketch.

He had studied sketching, and while his skill level was only average, it was enough to capture these precious moments.

In the picture, all the Pokémon are smiling happily.

Grandpa has a box, a friend's box that he made with his friends.

Although the purpose was to test himself, it was also a symbol of the friendship between his grandfather and his companions, which Fangzhou found very meaningful.

This reminded him of the anime he had watched in his previous life, Natsume's Book of Friends.

The story begins with a notebook containing the names of yokai (supernatural beings), a tale about bonds and memories.

Fangzhou remembered that there was a sentence like this in Natsume's Book of Friends.

Life is a constant cycle of encounters and separations, but those memories will never disappear. They are buried in the rings of time, growing into towering structures with the passing years.

I remember those sorrows and joys, you were there.

Fangzhou thought this was a very good point.

On the manor's calendar, Ark circled the time when each Pokémon entered the manor.

Wild Pokémon usually don't know their birth date, so they use the date they joined the farm as their birth date and celebrate their birthday every year thereafter.

Lying on the grass, looking at the starry sky and the deep night sky, Fangzhou suddenly wanted to make a collection of paintings to record these meaningful moments.

Record the little things in my life with Pokémon, and capture these happy moments.

Hmm~ Let's call this art book the Pokémon Friends Book.

Human lifespan is extremely short for Pokémon, although many Ghost-type Pokémon descriptions seem to say that they are transformed from humans after they die.

But with so many people dying in the world, if they all turned into Ghost-type Pokémon, the whole world would probably be filled with Ghost-type Pokémon.

It is estimated that only a lucky few will be able to become Ghost-type Pokémon.

If possible, Ark would like to become a Grass/Ghost type after death so it can help the Pokémon on the farm take care of the crops.

If it can no longer become a Pokémon, and is truly gone forever, then...

Let's leave this Book of Friends as a keepsake for the Pokémon~

Before they knew it, night had fallen, and the Pokémon, tired from playing, gradually dispersed.

Fangzhou was also getting ready to rest, lying in bed, quietly waiting for an important moment to arrive.

[Ding! The Wind Festival Flying Competition results are now being tallied]