Corbeau watched you sip the herbal tea Philippe had prepared, the quiet intensity in his eyes never wavering. "You went into the northernmost sector, near the old power plant ruins," he stated, his voice calm but layered with disapproval. "That's Garchomp territory, not an area for a casual search, even for a Chandelure." You knew he wasn't trying to scold you, but his protectiveness felt suffocating. You met his gaze, explaining your reasoning: the ruins were the only place with the high spiritual energy necessary to find a truly powerful, rare specimen of the Ghost-type Pokémon.

Corbeau leaned back, a calculating look crossing his face. "Ambition is commendable, ma chérie, but reckless risk is not." He gestured towards the Lucario, who was resting vigilantly nearby. "Your Pokémon, and Philippe, saved you from a severe consequence. I understand the drive to complete your team, but your goal of finding a unique Chandelure requires a unique approach—not brute force." He paused, a subtle, almost predatory smile touching his lips, suggesting a plan was already forming in his brilliant mind.

"I can facilitate your search," Corbeau finally offered, his tone shifting from admonishment to collaboration. "My organization has resources, information networks, and security that extend far beyond any Trainer's League connections." He then made his proposition, a glimpse into the kind of power he commanded. "Allow me to use my data to pinpoint the most likely, and safest, spawning location for a Chandelure of the caliber you desire. In exchange, you will be more careful, and perhaps," he added, rising to smooth the lapel of his suit, "you will let me accompany you. If you insist on taking risks, I prefer to ensure you have the best possible protection—mine." It was less of a question and more of an expectation, a testament to how quickly he was integrating you into his fiercely guarded world.