Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

A righteous phantom thief? That's not the case at all.

"Maybe it's just that there's something eye-catching in front of you, and you can't help but slap it to make it fall down." Xia Worei said calmly.

Navia said cryptically, "That's a real cat, isn't it?"

"Not bad at all."

"Wait, enemies are approaching." Clarind drew her sword and gun.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from all directions.

"it's here!"

"The Special Patrol and the Rose Society...? And they even have dueling agents!?"

"Why is there a tailor here?"

Those who blocked their way were all fully armed, wielding guns and blades.

Mercenaries? Or private bodyguards?

Chiori raised a forced smile and drew her twin swords: "Looking down on tailors? Fine, although I've never made a body bag, sewing one shouldn't be too difficult."

Navia pulled the bolt to chamber a round for the parachute gun.

Then he rushed to the enemy's face and pressed the muzzle of his gun against his chest.

Bang! One of them was sent flying.

Grab the umbrella handle, raise your hand and swing it.

"Gurgle!" cried the enemy who had been knocked to the ground by brute force.

Navia shouted, "Full speed ahead! No one can stop us! Anyone who dares to cross the border will be blasted away!"

"There's a wild young lady here who's just as bad as a phantom thief," Chiori sighed.

"This is necessary force, no mercy needed—just don't kill them."

"well."

Despite their good training, the enemy was quickly defeated and rendered immobile by the four philanthropists.

The loudspeaker blared a shrill voice again: "Another intruder? State your name!"

Xia Wore fired a shot in return, and the fire element bullet shattered the horn into pieces.

"You don't need to know. Keep pushing!"

"Ok!"

A piercing alarm suddenly went off.

The heavy iron door slammed down, blocking every exit from the room.

Another loudspeaker blared: "Hehehe, did you really think I was completely unprepared?"

“That guy already warned me that idiots like you would be coming to my door soon, and he specially sent me a batch of primordial fetal sea water to dissolve you self-important fellows.”

The water of the primordial womb?

Navia muttered, "Is this thing called Primal Fetal Sea Water the raw material for Les?"

Click. The sound of the mechanism starting brought her attention back.

Several pipes protrude from the top of the wall.

“Could this be…” Navia’s expression turned serious.

“That’s right, this batch of primordial water from the fetal sea will flow in from here, and you, as Fengdan people, will all be dissolved here!”

Another key piece of information.

As a Fontainebleau resident?

Does that mean only the Fontaines will be dissolved? While speculating, Xia Wore loaded the grenades and exchanged a glance with Clarind.

"Blow the door open with an overload."

"it is good."

The loudspeaker suddenly blared: "Dream on! Dissolve! Primordial ocean waters, spray!"

The pipes spewed out the primordial waters of the fetal sea!

...That's how it should be.

A drop of brightly colored liquid slid down from the pipe opening.

.................

............

Nothing happened!

trumpet:"................."

Xia Worei: ".............."

Clarinde held the gun, lightning element dancing on it, and tilted her head slightly: "Shall we continue?"

“Good question.” Xia Worei said expressionlessly.

The loudspeaker's tone became frantic: "Shoot! Why aren't you shooting!"

"Wait, why isn't the pipe connected to the water tank? Could it be—"

The iron gate opened with a bang the next second.

A window was also opened in the wall, and a white figure behind the glass lifted her skirt in mid-air.

Luna continued to unravel the mechanisms, smiling as she said, "Unfortunately, I'd much rather try the four lovely ladies here than drink this bland liquid."

The doors to several areas then opened.

"That wretched monster—"

Luna pressed a button lightly, cutting off the speaker's wiring.

"A compliment only needs to be said once," she chuckled.

Their eyes met through the glass window.

"Thanks." Xia Worei's lips moved.

“Thank you, Phantom Thief White Cat,” Navia said, and Chiori and Clarinde nodded in return.

This feeling is truly wonderful, and the gratitude I've received in just one day is probably equivalent to a month's worth. Luna thought to herself, tapping her cheek.

"Huh? Cheek?" Navia asked, puzzled.

Xia Worei decisively ignored it.

She knew exactly what that meant, but she didn't need to pay attention to it.

Seeing her like this, Luna's smile only grew wider.

She pointed ahead, then flipped over and leaped into the ceiling slot, disappearing behind the glass window.

“Let’s go, we should be almost at the finish line,” Xia Worei said.

"Um......"

Although they are enemies, Navia feels reassured now that the phantom thief White Cat is nearby and can help at any time.

If only she could use her power for good.

Chiori remained silent for a moment.

"What's wrong, Chiori?" Navia asked.

"....nothing."

I just felt that this phantom thief looked a lot like a certain fat cat.

Chiori shook her head, cleared her mind, and followed the three.

They eventually arrived at a huge space that resembled a factory.

"factory?"

"The assembly line... what's on top is..."

The machine is still running.

Upon closer inspection, the crystalline object lying on the conveyor belt was none other than "Tears of a Young Girl"... or rather, a substandard product of Tears of a Young Girl.

Countless gems fell from the conveyor belt and disappeared into the boxes, piling up like small mountains.

Navia picked up one of them and examined it closely.

But she couldn't see anything wrong with it, only that these qualities were somewhat inferior to those of a real young girl's tears.

A hand took the gem from her hand.

"This is a mass-produced product."

"The Phantom Thief White Cat..."

Luna smiled slightly at her, picked up the gem, and squinted, saying, "The quality is inferior, and the consciousness that can be sensed within it is negligible."

"It's as if one person's spirit has been divided into hundreds of parts, and this is one of them."

"It is undoubtedly a piece of utterly worthless and substandard product."

There was applause.

Through the gemstone, a blurry figure approached.

Once you put down the gemstone, you can clearly see the other person's appearance.

A gentlemanly man clapped his hands lightly: "As expected of the Phantom Thief, he can identify the true nature of these mass-produced products with just one glance."