Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"Charlotte, take a picture! I'll take notes!"

Click, click... the sound of the phonograph machine never stopped.

Odfen shouted, "Nonsense! When did I ever say such a thing!"

"Really? Well, I don't really care."

Luna released her grip, and Odfen retreated repeatedly.

Not right.

This person is not the woman I saw before!

"You...who are you?"

Luna did not respond, but turned around lightly and said softly, "Treasures are also divided into high and low, noble and lowly. They can shine even when they are buried in the mud, but they can be unsightly when they stand on a pedestal."

A treasure? Could she be—Furina leaned forward involuntarily.

"And you know nothing of the true treasure."

"Not only that..."

Luna spreads her arms: "What a boring stage!"

She gestured to the many audience members whose expressions had changed: "Boring audience!"

Finally, there was the trophy that no one picked up: "A worthless treasure!"

"If it weren't for the presence of my esteemed guests, including Miss Funina, this place would surely be dark and gloomy. But that's precisely why it deserves all the spotlight to be on me."

The lights suddenly went out.

When the lights came on again, the white figure appearing on the stage drew the light and attention, focusing on it.

Luna thrust her sword into the center of the stage.

"Phantom Thief White Cat, accept the treasure at this moment." With both hands on the sword hilt, the familiar smile reappeared beneath the mask.

Furness stood up in astonishment: "Phantom Thief White Cat!? Then what happened just now...?"

Was she the one who played the piano just now?

The audience all craned their necks.

"Are you kidding me? Was that a phantom thief just now?"

"Then, is the champion this time the Phantom Thief?"

"Guards! Guards!"

Clarin placed her hand on the sword at her waist and asked, "Lady Furnessa?"

Funina reached out to stop her: "...Calm down."

Clarind nodded and released her hand.

She is a duel agent, not a security force or special patrol. As Funina's subordinate, she will wait whenever Funina says to stand by.

However, both Funina and she had a great question at this moment.

If the trophy isn't a treasure, then what is the treasure she truly desires?

...Could it be me?! Funina was secretly surprised.

87: A Tribute to the Legendary Lead Singer #27

Dazzling.

Lynette thought to herself as she looked at Luna standing proudly in the center of the stage.

The same applies to Sally.

"Treasure? Isn't the treasure you want a trophy?" Funina couldn't help but ask.

Luna smiled and said, "I would prefer Miss Funina to the treasure."

"It really is me!?" Funina took a step back.

"They actually said they wanted Lady Funina!"

"This guy is too arrogant!"

Clarin shielded Frynn, narrowing her eyes. Clearly, if Luna did that, she would inevitably face Clarin's gun and sword.

Luna simply smiled slightly and then turned her gaze back to the audience.

"While this is no joke, I do indeed want Miss Funina. Treasures are not all equal, and Miss Funina is undoubtedly Fontaine's most precious treasure."

Funina couldn't help but smile, puffing out her chest: "You know a lot!"

Lynette's ears tucked back, and although her face was expressionless, Linnie and Fimini could clearly sense her displeasure.

Luna wants Frynn?

"but--"

Luna's next words drew everyone's attention.

"The treasure I want to receive today is not Miss Funina. Before revealing the truth, please allow me to ask you a question."

problem?

It was almost like it had turned into some kind of TV show. The audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

Navia cupped her cheeks in her hands, bent over, and muttered, "Is she here to do a show?"

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and the door banged shut.

"Can't open it!"

"Where are the team members inside? A performance can't be without them!"

Furnessa squinted and saw backstage... members of the security team who had fainted on the ground. They were the guards who were always stationed at the opera house for every performance.

Clarin said in a low voice, "Were they knocked unconscious before they even went on stage?"

That's really thoughtful.

The door appeared to be locked, but without reinforcement, the security team would soon break in.

The phantom thief White Cat couldn't possibly have been unaware of this.

Ignoring the noise outside the door, Luna walked around to the keyboard, casually pressed a key, and asked with a smile, "What does the stage mean to you all?"

"No need to ask, it's the performance venue, of course!"

"Of course, it's a place for actors to perform."

Luna did not give a positive answer, but instead looked at Funina.

With her arms crossed, Funina said calmly, "It's the life of an actor."

"That's right, it's life. Only by existing on this stage and feeling the heat of the lights can the actors feel alive."

"But what about those who can no longer stand on the stage?"

Luna struck the piano keys: "'I don't want to stand on stage anymore, I don't want to be seen by others—don't look at me!'"

The heavy sound of the piano resonated throughout the space.

Fu Ningna was slightly taken aback.

"Unable to step onto the stage, unwilling to step onto the stage, believing that they had lost their right. However, they also missed the most important opportunity because of this."

"What opportunity?" Funina asked.

Luna closed the lid and slowly extended her thumb horizontally.

Then continue downwards.

"—The chance to crush all enemies in the most dazzling, eye-catching, and best position."

Sally: "!"

Navia's eyes widened slightly. Although there was no basis for her guess, a vague idea still surfaced in her mind.

And this may be the method by which the phantom thief, White Cat, steals treasures.

Do you want sunlight or artificial light?

"Are you going to swallow your anger, or will you defiantly raise your middle finger where the other party can't touch you?"

The choice is yours.

Bang! The door was finally broken open.

The security team and small guard units filed in, startling the audience who were listening intently to the phantom thief, White Cat.

Like an outsider who suddenly bursts into a play and calls it to a halt.

"Phantom Thief White Cat, you have nowhere to run!"

"Surrender now!"

There weren't many places for Luna to escape inside the opera house, especially indoors.

Even so, the guards dared not let their guard down. With solemn expressions, they moved closer little by little, weapons in hand.

Luna chuckled, "Although I'd like to say a few more words to my dear audience, since time's up, there's nothing I can do. Besides..."

"I have received the treasure."

She pressed her hand to her chest and raised her arm: "It's time for the curtain call, but let me give you one last performance!"

"The stage will respond to the voices of those who want to shine!"

"like this--"

Luna lightly touched her index finger and thumb together, then made a snapping sound.