Female Trainers, Fight for the Throne, Not for Me

Marill transmigrated to the world of Pokemon. He had no System, no golden finger, and not even any starting gear. Fortunately, he was a hardcore Pokemon player. His six most trusted aces had been transported here with him, too. Surely he could get by just fine without any cheats?

But... what did they mean this world was like medieval Europe, without electricity? What did they mean commoners could only own one Pokemon, and carrying six was treason? What did they mean Poke Balls were strictly controlled as strategic resources and couldn't be bought or sold?

Where were the tiger, gorilla, bear, and leopard he usually battled with? The Smeargle he used to catch Pokemon and the Ditto he used for breeding had come along, though?

To make matters worse, he was drawn into this country's royal succession struggle, where he met quite a few princesses who could be crowned queen.

Misty: I hope ordinary people can live better lives, too.

Zinnia: I'm not interested in the throne. I just want to make more friends.

Hikari: I'm the eldest princess, so the throne should be mine.

Akari: I'm the second princess, but I don't want to lose to my big sister!

Rosa: Whatever the outcome, I've already won. (Puffs out her chest.)

"Wait, you're competing for the throne, not for me, right?"