Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Luna raised her hand and extended her index finger.

"bite."

"bite?"

Luna nodded: "It's quite common to want to bite something when you're in a bad mood, isn't it?"

really?

Navia was skeptical; this seemed more like how small animals like cats and dogs vent their frustrations.

And the very spot they were going to bite was Luna's finger...

"No, no need—"

An opportunity presented itself! Luna seized the moment when Navia opened her mouth to speak and swiftly slipped her finger into her mouth.

"!?"

Navia instinctively closed her mouth, but the next second she felt a soft, delicate sensation. She dared not move again and could only gaze longingly at Luna.

"Think back carefully," Luna said softly.

recall?

"Everything that happened that day."

Navia's memories were once again stirred by these words, vividly depicting the scene at that time.

"You suddenly hear that your father is going to duel with your friend Clorinde."

Yes, everything happened very suddenly.

The pressure on my fingers increased slightly, causing a mild pain, but the warmth swirling around my fingertips neutralized it and calmed the pain.

Luna continued, "Why? You don't understand, but you absolutely don't want the worst to happen. Your gut tells you that if you don't stop it now, it will be too late."

The force was increased by one point.

“Ignoring the guards’ attempts to stop you, you found the Supreme Judge and asked him to halt the duel. You explained the doubts surrounding the case to him, and he acknowledged those doubts, but he did not choose to stop it.”

Something warm seeped out.

"Your father knew he was dying, and in order to protect you and allow you to survive and grow in danger, he was prepared from the moment he was falsely accused of being a sinner."

The taste of rust filled Navia's mouth.

"So he chose to die, and in response, Clarinde had no choice but to wield her final sword. The truth was washed away by the water; there were still villains and traitors within the Court of Justice. The matter was not over; the dead continued to appear in Fontainebleau..."

Navia seemed to have forgotten that she was still biting Luna's finger, and she clenched her teeth.

She only came to her senses when the warm blood was caught by her tongue, and hurriedly let go of her mouth.

My finger is bleeding profusely.

"Lulu, I..." Navia was at a loss for words.

The rusty taste lingered on my lips and teeth; it wasn't a pleasant flavor.

Luna merely glanced at the wound, seemingly unconcerned, and smiled, "Feeling a bit better now?"

"This... how could it be easy! You're bleeding. Let me see, I have some band-aids, I remember they're over here—"

Navia took out a band-aid and put it on Luna's wound.

She tenderly stroked the edge of the band-aid with her fingertips, making it adhere firmly, her chaotic thoughts struggling to coalesce into precise words.

Why did you do that?

"I hope you can relax a bit," Luna said calmly.

For a moment, Navia felt as if she had never known anyone named Luna.

"I don't think biting someone until they bleed will make them feel better."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Luna placed her hand on Navia's chest: "Feel it more carefully now."

What did she feel? She could only feel that Luna's hands were as warm and smooth as jade.

But thinking about it that way, Navia actually realized that she didn't seem to feel sullen at all anymore.

The taste of blood filled his mouth, Luna's smile dominated his vision, and pity was all that came to mind, seemingly leaving no room for any other superfluous emotions.

To say that Luna's method succeeded would be utterly absurd.

"I do not approve of this approach."

Tearing open someone else's wounds and stuffing them with other things, forcibly diverting all senses and thoughts—Navia didn't seem to care much about this.

“I don’t want Lulu to get hurt,” Navia said seriously.

That's what she meant.

Then don't hit me so hard when I'm a phantom thief. Luna thought to herself.

"This level of injury will heal quickly."

Compared to the wound on my palm from taking enemy weapons before, this is a far cry from the one I had before.

Luna rubbed her palms together, when Navia's face suddenly came into view.

"I don't want any injury to happen to you. For an actor, health is very important, isn't it?"

"That's true. So Nana was thinking from the perspective of a manager?"

Navia took Luna's hands and shook them up and down: "Yes, but not entirely!"

"I am your partner, your good companion;"

"I am also your assistant, your Miss Watson;"

"Similarly, I am also your agent and a partner who supports your career! — And from any perspective, I don't want Lulu to get hurt, understand?"

Luna smiled gently: "Then what if..."

"I'd love for Nana to hurt me!"

"Eh?!"

Does she really have such a fetish?

"Then, if that's the case, what should I do...? No!" Navia puffed out her cheeks when she saw Luna's smiling face, realizing she had been tricked again.

We must fight back properly.

Only when you feel pain will you stop. This applies to everyone.

This is experience that members of the Rose Society know best.

Navia, steeling herself, leaned close to Luna's shoulder: "Then I'll bite you, okay? I'll leave deep teeth marks, it'll bleed, it'll hurt and feel hot!"

This is clearly a threat.

Luna, however, didn't take it to heart. Instead, she gently pressed Luna's head down, making her lean against her shoulder: "It's good to let it all out."

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

Luna: ".............."

Navia sighed, "I give up. You make it sound like you'd accept anything I do."

How is she supposed to attack like this? How can she possibly succeed?

"Of course, I won't accept everything, but my bottom line is quite flexible."

“Your explanation is quite flexible,” Navia said helplessly.

Navia sighed again and leaned on Luna's shoulder.

"Let me lean on you, that's the best way for me to vent." She whispered with her eyes closed, letting Luna's slightly rippling hair gently scratch her cheek.

"It's really ordinary."

"...Could it be that you've done something special?"

Does burying your face in someone else's hair count?

Are you referring to Chiori?

...They have such a good relationship. Navia thought casually, then nodded slightly.

"Then, Lulu, sit down."

"Hmm? Yes, that's fine."

After Luna obediently sat on the rock, Navia went around behind her and buried her face in her hair, the fragrant scent making it hard for her to breathe for a moment.

"Nana."

"Ok?"

"You're like a large golden retriever right now."

Navia said subtly, "...Your words are making me a little unhappy. Although I like dogs, it's strange that you described it as a large breed..."

"Meow."

Don't try to fool me!

After Navia finished speaking, she suddenly laughed.

"I'm fine. In fact, if you don't do strange things, Lulu, I can adjust my mood faster."

Luna scoffed, "You're denying my efforts."

“I didn’t deny it, but—I think that when Dad did that, he was perhaps giving me a choice.”

"Even though the truth will never come to light, both the Rose Society and I can live a meaningless life as long as the deterrent effect remains."