[Note: In this story Original Dragon has no Connection to the Kingdom of Vale and Zekrom and Reshiram already separated from the Original Dragon before meeting the Princes.]
Unova Region, south, Castelia City.
Inside a huge, luxurious castle, a man of about twenty-five, dressed in splendid robes, sat on the throne.
His face was handsome, his features deep-set, and he possessed thick, sword-like eyebrows and sharp eyes, appearing both flamboyant and domineering.
If Alfred were here, he would recognize at a glance that the man was The First Prince of the Eindoak Kingdom, Lando.
Below the throne, two rows of ministers stood ramrod straight, and a middle-aged man in courtly robes was reporting on the recent conscription efforts.
"Reporting to Your Highness, in the past month, we have recruited a total of one hundred thousand soldiers from various regions. Coupled with our previous army and the monster legion, our military strength now totals two hundred thousand!"
"Hmm." Lando nodded slightly. He pondered for a moment and then asked, "Have you still not found my good brother?"
The minister hesitated before shaking his head. "According to our scouts, His Highness The Third Prince does not seem to have gone to Castelia Territory—"
Upon hearing this, Lando closed his eyes.
He did not want any other unstable factors in this war.
He had originally planned to find his third brother, place him under house arrest, and after the war ended and he unified the kingdom, he would bestow a title upon his third brother, allowing him to live out his life peacefully there—
A moment later, Lando reopened his eyes and said to everyone, "You may all withdraw!"
"Yes!"
The ministers seemed to fear this king. They bowed and then exited the royal palace.
Lando was left alone, sitting on the throne, deep in thought with his eyes closed.
Just then, that voice resurfaced in his mind.
"Do you have the resolve to seek ideals?"
It was that voice again.
Lando's eyes snapped open. He rose and returned to his bedchamber, where a completely black stone emitted a faint glow.
"What exactly are you?" Lando asked.
"I am the Dragon of Ideals, Zekrom," the voice replied.
"Zekrom?" Lando's thick eyebrows furrowed. He had never heard that name before.
For a long time, he had been hearing this strange voice, which constantly asked him in his mind what his ideals were.
When he left the royal city, Lando had brought it with him.
After that, the stone had been silent for a long time, and he hadn't expected it to speak again today.
"Tell me, what are your ideals?" The voice rang out again.
It was that question again.
Lando's lips curved into a smile. If he had been uncertain before, now he could answer with absolute certainty:
"To unify the entire kingdom, seize that throne, use the power of monsters to forge a militarily strong nation, and then conquer this continent—this is my ideal!"
It was a pity that his foolish second brother actually thought monsters were pitiful.
When monsters harmed and killed people, when were they ever pitiful?
Monsters possessed incredibly powerful strength within their bodies, and this power rightfully belonged to him!
Only by making good use of the power of monsters could humans achieve better development!
Upon hearing this answer, the voice fell silent for a moment.
After a long pause, the black stone emitted a dazzling light.
Accompanied by a magnetic voice, a dark figure slowly emerged from within.
"Your ideals, I shall make them a reality!"
*
Northern Unova Region, inside a magnificent and majestic castle.
A young man with long white hair, pale skin, a handsome face, and a hint of pity in his eyes was looking at a white stone.
"To stop the exploitation of monsters, free all enslaved monsters, release them into the wild, and establish a nation that belongs only to us humans—this is my truth."
The Second Prince, Lance, softly responded to the white stone's question.
He grew up in the royal city, and unlike most people, he had encountered many kind and gentle monsters in his youth, and was even rescued by a monster during an outdoor excursion.
This experience made Lance unable to stand by and watch those pitiful monsters being cruelly enslaved by humans.
How pitiful they were!
Even without monsters, humans could build a prosperous nation with their own strength.
Therefore, he had to stop his brother. Only by ascending to that position could he change everything!
The Second Prince Lance's eyes were filled with determination.
His belief was conveyed to the white stone.
The next second, a gentle voice resonated from the depths of his heart.
"Is this your truth? I sense it. If so, your truth, I shall make it a reality for you!"
Amidst the white light, a sacred and gentle figure slowly emerged.
*
It was another beautiful, sunny morning. Early in the day, the residents of the territory began to get busy.
Children and their Pokémon partners played hand-in-hand throughout the territory.
Knights, accompanied by Aron and Swablu, began their new day of training on the open ground.
Simisear, Darmanitan, and other Fire-type Pokémon went to the brick kiln to help light fires and bake bricks.
Lumberjacks went into the forest to cut down trees.
Workers and Machoke headed to the town, continuing to build new homes for everyone.
And some women skilled in weaving transformed the wool sent from the Gyarados ranch into carpets and clothing.
In the fields, farmers toiled diligently among the lush green crops.
Dugtrio also specifically emerged from underground to freeload food and drinks.
The farmers' faces were filled with worry.
As the scale of the fields gradually expanded, they alone were starting to get overwhelmed.
Just then, someone suddenly noticed a figure appearing in the sky.
"Look! What's that?" a farmer said, pointing upwards.
The others looked intently and quickly recognized the figure.
"That's His Highness Draconis's monster!"
The slender monster flew above the fields, twisting its lithe body. In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the previously clear sky.
Immediately after, a gentle drizzle slowly fell, nourishing the fields below.
The farmers who witnessed this scene couldn't help but show expressions of immense shock.
It rained!
What exactly was going on?
Was it the power of that monster?
How, how amazing!
Changing the weather so casually, that's something only a god who controls the weather could do, right?!
This miraculous sight made some farmers unable to resist bowing in worship. If they hadn't known beforehand that the monster belonged to His Highness Draconis, they probably would have already sent offerings to the lake where it resided.
In mid-air, Dragonair looked at its masterpiece with satisfaction.
It was very happy, because it could finally be of help too!
After finishing this task, Dragonair twisted its body and flew towards the territory. It quickly flew to a wooden house and slipped in through the window.
Draconis was sitting at his desk, reviewing Alfred's report. Seeing Dragonair enter, he asked with a smile:
"Finished your work?"
Dragonair nodded gently: "Woo~"
"You've worked hard." Draconis gently stroked Dragonair's head.
Seeing this, Larvesta immediately nudged over, also wanting to be petted.
Draconis naturally wouldn't refuse. He then looked at Servine beside him, asking with his eyes if it wanted to be petted.
Servine immediately turned its head away proudly.
But when Draconis withdrew his gaze, it couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
But the next second, Servine suddenly saw Draconis stand up and walk over, handing it a Sitrus Berry and gently stroking its head.
Servine was slightly stunned, then haughtily turned its head away.
Hmph, it didn't need it at all!
Despite its words, Servine happily ate the Sitrus Berry.
"Go play!" Draconis shooed away the jealous Dragonair, which was currently competing with Larvesta, and then sat alone at his desk, contemplating how to proceed.
Building a powerful Aggron army required a large amount of metal resources.
There were only two ways to obtain metal resources.
One was manual mining, and the other was trading with other cities.
But currently, this was not realistic, because the surrounding areas of the territory were mostly small villages and ordinary-sized towns.
If that was the case, then only manual mining remained.
However, relying solely on manual labor, the speed of mining was still too slow.
Draconis couldn't help but look at his technology panel. They were still some distance away from moving from the agricultural age to the industrial age.
And the condition for entering the industrial age was the unlocking of steam engine technology.
"Unfortunately, the satisfaction is still too low—"
Draconis couldn't help but think how great it would be if they had a Melmetal.
This Pokémon could produce large quantities of iron and could directly serve as a feeder for Aron.
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