Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Now he plays the piano beautifully on stage?

Could she possibly know everything?

Navia couldn't help but think this.

A gaze suddenly fell upon them, and Navia looked in the direction of it, meeting Klorind's eyes. Then, they both looked away simultaneously.

Navia: ".........."

Claurind: ".............."

That day, Carles died at the hands of Clorind.

Although it was just a difference in stance, it was Cares who was determined to die.

But as for whether he harbors any resentment towards Clarinde, the answer is obvious.

Navia pursed her lips slightly, temporarily suppressing this distracting thought, and focused on the stage.

Sally, standing to the side, looked utterly astonished and bewildered.

However, this was not because the phantom thief White Cat impersonated her and took the stage in her place, but because her performance was truly wonderful and moving.

Luna's fingertips glide across the piano keys, pressing lightly; at this moment, she is elegant.

As the melody gradually becomes more intense and exciting, each key press carries a powerful momentum, and Luna is full of passion at this moment.

Playing music is not just about producing sounds; it is about becoming part of the performance itself.

Only in this way can the so-called "audiovisual feast" be achieved.

“So dazzling…” Sally murmured.

Navia glanced around and saw that everyone was completely absorbed in the performance.

They saw it.

A girl playing in a fairyland, followed by soldiers chasing after her... It's more than an illusion.

It's like drinking strong liquor and then pairing it with a brightly colored, multicolored mushroom.

How wonderful!

Even Funina, who seemed to be yawning not long ago, is now waving her fingers to the melody, her face full of appreciation and approval.

If it weren't for the fact that doing so was inappropriate, she might have even sung a song along.

Therefore, the outcome of victory was already decided.

The final melody depicts a heartwarming scene of a young girl returning to her family.

The fire burned brightly, warming the room with an orange glow. And in that instant, they seemed to catch a glimpse of emotion hidden within the music.

But before they could touch it, the music gently faded, ending in a peaceful melody.

There was silence.

Arecino clapped softly, the applause awakening the others, and thunderous applause erupted.

"So beautiful..."

"It felt like experiencing a fairyland..."

"It's like eating a really strong mushroom..."

Funina stood up, raised her hands and clapped: "Perfect! Absolutely perfect! I declare you the champion tonight!"

Does this even need a rating? No.

Claude clapped lightly in return. Applause for a wonderful performance is only natural.

Luna stood up, bowed slightly, and wore a polite smile, showing no sign of being moved by the applause and cheers.

Although it's no longer necessary to think about who will win the championship, the process still needs to be followed.

Time to rate!

"10/10! Absolutely brilliant!"

"10 out of 10. You're simply a musical angel..."

"7 points."

Ok?

Everyone looked toward the third judge.

Funina raised an eyebrow: "Huh?"

Who gave it a 7 out of 10? Were their ears glued on?

The third judge stood with his arms crossed; he was quite old, and his temples were completely white.

He seemed unconcerned about how others perceived him.

Sally clenched her fist: "That guy..."

It was the judge who insulted her at the time.

Navia narrowed her eyes, wondering what the phantom thief, White Cat, would do next.

Before Luna could speak, Funina's voice came flying over.

“Explain your reasoning for giving it a seven out of ten,” Funina challenged.

"Hmph, the reason is simple. I, Odfen, have heard this kind of music countless times. It's all technique, no emotion! Those two points are deducted from it."

Voices from the audience joined in.

"It seems so..."

"He truly deserves to be called an authoritative musician."

"I think eight points is just right, ten points would be too much."

Fu Ningna raised her chin, looking disdainful: "I see. It seems my centuries of appreciation and research into music are no match for an authority like you who's only a few decades old."

Funina is the absolute authority, without exception.

Voices from the audience echoed this sentiment.

"Indeed, Lady Funina is the most authoritative."

"Does the judgment of the gods need to be questioned?"

"Is this old man trying to get attention? If others give him a 10, he'll give him a 7. If others give him a 7, he'll give him a 5."

Whether it was because he was offended or simply out of anger, Alderfin's expression turned red and then black.

But under Funina's gaze, he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Because Funina is the pinnacle of Fontainebleau art that cannot be bypassed.

"I trust my ears," he could only mumble, still holding his arms.

Funina gave a disdainful laugh and then sat back down in her seat.

She clapped her hands: "27 points, that's the best score in the entire ceremony. She deserves the championship. Come on, Miss Sally, please accept your praise and reward!"

"And ladies and gentlemen, let's give her another round of applause!"

Applause erupted again like a tidal wave.

"Miss Sally is wonderful!"

"Your hands are the very treasure of Fontainebleau!"

Sally looked at Luna on the stage and smiled.

That's great! Mother will be so happy when she finds out... That's good. That's good...

"Please accept your trophy."

Luna glanced at the trophy the host offered but did not accept it.

"I would like a gentleman to deliver this to me."

Ok?

The host asked in confusion, "Who is this?"

"Of course it's Mr. Alderfin."

Luna's smile was very polite: "Would you do me the trouble?"

Alderfin's face fell; he wanted to refuse. But with so many people present, he couldn't refuse, so he stood up and accepted the trophy.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Alderfin whispered.

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Did you lie to me on purpose and say your hand was broken? Just to hurt me?"

Luna chuckled softly, "It wasn't intentional back then."

She took the trophy from Alderfin and then gently let go of it.

Under everyone's gaze, the trophy fell to the ground, rolled, and landed below the stage, stopping at Navia and Sally's feet.

"Now, it's intentional."

Alderfin's face turned red with anger: "What are you doing! This is the jeweled trophy of the Harpsichord Awards!"

"so?"

Odfen stepped forward and tried to grab Luna by the collar.

But as soon as he made a move, Luna easily grabbed his wrist, rendering him unable to move.

“‘This trophy was made for the champion, and of course only the champion can take a picture with it. People who can’t even play the piano shouldn’t defile it!’ — You once said that, didn’t you?”

The reporters inside couldn't sit still any longer.

Someone suddenly stood up: "Is this for real?!"

"Wow, the aroma of the broth smells amazing!"