Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

There was nothing more noteworthy in the studio, and what Montgomery himself said was the biggest clue.

After Xia Wore gave the signal, the special patrol team immediately moved in to cordon off the area.

Luna smiled slightly: "It's late, and I should probably leave now, or perhaps—"

Her smile widened: "Miss Chavoret, would you like me to stay by your side longer?"

The phantom thief, White Cat, is always teasing others; it's true what they say in the newspapers!

Everyone present had the same thought.

Faced with Luna's blatant flirting, Xia Worei said softly, "I have more important things to do than capture you, and that is to find Vashe..."

"Really? What a shame."

“However, if you want to stay here, I won’t refuse. It’s just that I might not be able to control myself.” Xia Worei’s hand reached for her holster.

Either leave, or stay and keep fighting.

Their brief cooperation has ended, and they have now become enemies again.

The choice is in Luna's hands.

Luna simply smiled and said, "I might not be able to control myself either, so please allow me to take my leave first."

"Goodnight, my Captain, Miss Navia, Miss Clorind, and..."

She met Qianzhi's gaze.

"Miss Chiori."

Chiori did not respond, but continued to scrutinize her.

Instead of disappearing mysteriously as usual, Luna walked straight past the special patrol team and left with an upright demeanor.

"Captain, is this a good idea?" Tirena asked.

They actually let the phantom thief go.

Create "Let her go".

Xia Wore turned to look at the scene before her.

"A cat is cuter than this."

“Of course, that’s just a metaphor,” she added.

Tirena really wanted to ask, "Captain, you wouldn't actually be interested in the Phantom Thief White Cat..., would you?" But then she thought, how could she possibly ask such a question?

Who doesn't know that Xia Wore has always prioritized justice above all else?

She could never be attracted to the evil phantom thief, White Cat.

Absolutely not.

...Although the phantom thief White Cat wasn't all that evil, he even helped them this time.

Outside the base in Montgomery, a figure crouched in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.

That's right, she is...

"Sure enough, the reporter also smelled the pleasant scent."

"ah!?"

Charlotte was startled.

She looked up and saw Luna sitting on a tree branch. The hazy moonlight outlined her taut, beautiful lines, and her gaze, full of interest, dangled down with her legs.

Strange, the phantom thief White Cat...

Charlotte forced a smile: "You... hello?"

Her heart was beating fast.

Because her recent reports are mostly related to the phantom thief, White Cat.

Furthermore, he wrote numerous warnings urging people to resist and reject the phantom thief.

I should have known she would come knocking sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be now! Charlotte gripped the phonograph camera tightly in her hand.

It is her best friend and her strongest weapon.

"Hello." Luna's smile was polite and elegant.

"The night is lovely tonight, haha..."

"Yes, the moonlight is clear and gentle, revealing the truth that is emerging."

Luna said softly, “It’s becoming clearer and more alluring, like a jar full of honey, drawing the gaze of anyone seeking the truth.”

Luna lightly jumped in front of Charlotte.

Charlotte took a step back, looking wary.

But what Luna did surprised her greatly.

"—Even wanting to sniff, taste, and drink it all."

Luna's fingers slid down gently, touching Charlotte's lips.

"Would you be interested in experiencing the truth I'm about to reveal?"

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked in surprise.

Luna pressed her hand to her chest: "Yes, I'll accept your interview."

96: A Phantom Thief, Please Enjoy

"Could you reveal your real name?"

Charlotte picked up her notebook and pen and asked questions earnestly.

Luna sat cross-legged in front of her and smiled, "Of course, but the price you'll have to pay might be quite heavy, you know?"

"...What price?"

Luna leaned forward: "A kiss from Miss Charlotte?"

Charlotte blushed and hurriedly waved her hands.

"No, no, no! Fine, I won't ask you that kind of question!"

"Wise choice."

She won't answer.

"What about your age?"

"9 is old."

Charlotte

97: Xia Worei's "Confession"

Xia Worei carefully observed Luna's face.

"You've changed your face again."

"But it still feels exactly the same to the touch, right? Want to try it?" Luna tapped her cheek and smiled mischievously.

If it were the original Xia Wore, she would never have accepted it.

but now?

Xia Worei didn't respond. Instead, she raised her hand and lightly touched her smooth, delicate cheek with her fingertips. Her movement wasn't exactly gentle; it was more like she was trying to remember the feeling.

So that at some crucial moment in the future, they can discover Luna's true colors.

If I had to put it in words, it would be like... analysis.

"How is it?" Luna asked with a light laugh, seemingly unconcerned.

She glanced at the fingers that were resting on her face, then turned her gaze back to Xia Wore's face.

She gently pursed her lips, brushing away the tiny specks of crumbs that lingered on her fingertips, a faint, damp warmth sliding across her fingertips. Xia Worei's heart seemed to skip a beat.

Xia Worei immediately withdrew her hand, her eyes sharp: "What are you doing?"

"Taste it."

"...If you want some, just order it yourself."

Luna made a gesture and smiled, "How much is a serving of Chavoret?"

"priceless."

"But a Phantom Thief White Cat only requires one kiss, so it's very valuable."

A hint of disdain flashed in Xia Worei's eyes.

Luna crossed her arms: "Don't look at me like that. I've never lied about this."

“But it’s nothing to you. Even if it weren’t me, you would have said the same thing, wouldn’t you?” Xia Worei said calmly.

Luna lifted Xia Worei's hem and looked up at her, asking, "Jealous?"

"You're being delusional. I'm just refuting you. It's precisely because it's irrelevant to you that you wouldn't lie."

Xia Wore slapped Luna's hand away and then grabbed her shoulder.

Even though they didn't use much force, Luna's back was still pressed completely against the wall, and the shadows cast by the leaves obscured their faces.

"Am I wrong?" she whispered.

"...Do you know what we're like right now?"

"What does it look like?"