Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"Or I could find out the truth and give everyone an explanation. Although I've never had a heart-to-heart talk with him, considering he made me follow him since I was a child..."

"He probably hopes that I will become a strong person who doesn't need to rely on others, can be independent, and can move forward on my own."

“But Lulu, if you do this, I’ll find myself becoming dependent on you, won’t I?” Navia said with a smile.

“That’s really not good,” Luna said with a smile.

Navia blinked: "I thought you would say that's fine too."

Luna shook her head: "Dependence and reliance are different. Reliance is fine, of course, but dependence..."

"if?"

"It's like having a large golden retriever."

Navia blushed and grabbed Luna's face: "This is never going to end! Just wait and see how the boss of the Rose Society deals with you, heh!"

Luna, whose neck was wrapped around by Navia's arms, did not resist, but simply slumped back.

"Don't get eliminated so quickly," Navia said, displeased.

She sat down, letting Luna rest her head on her chest, her gaze passing over the swaying gold threads and looking into the distance.

“Perhaps, Vasher is Marcellus,” she suddenly said.

"What about reasoning?"

“No, it’s just intuition! But my intuition is always very accurate. Besides, Marcellus is the most likely person to be able to collude with the Court of Justice and bribe many of his subordinates.”

After all, it owns a well-known chamber of commerce.

"But the most important evidence has not yet been found."

Luna said, "If you have any doubts, just shoot and you'll find out."

"'The bullet is my evidence!'—something like that? Haha, it sounds like something out of a novel. But I want to completely crush the mastermind behind this in the trial."

"This reason should not be used unless it is for vigilante justice."

Navia rested her chin on Luna's head: "I just want to stand upright in the courtroom where my father didn't stand, in the position of the accuser."

"Then prove the father's innocence. Crush, crush, expose the crimes of the mastermind behind it all, and give all those who have been hurt the justice and fairness they deserve."

"Also, tell everyone that Kares Casapa did not lose, and neither did the Rose of Thorns."

"That's all."

Luna smiled and said, "So, what does that mean: You want to put on a spectacular show?"

"Ah."

Navia whispered, "I might have caught Lulu's infection."

"Does it need treatment?"

"...It's fine if we don't treat it, since we're partners."

After Navia finished speaking, she ran her fingers through Luna's hair a few times.

She picked up a strand of equally dazzling gold thread. Navia thought to herself that she and Luna were not the same, and might even have completely opposite views on some aspects.

Just like the color of one's eyes.

Luna's eyes were as beautiful and captivating as rubies, while she was as blue as the sea and sky.

but....

"I want to go on stage with Lulu."

Luna looked up and met Navia's gaze, who was looking down at her.

“Let us, as before, crush the true enemy in the judgment ground, under the witness of the gods!” Navia’s smile was bright.

Luna gazed into Navia's eyes, the smile before her far surpassing any treasure she had ever seen before.

"of course."

Cherishing treasures is part of her aesthetic as a phantom thief.

Navia's smile remained unchanged: "Leave the evidence to me, Lulu, just focus on your performance! Don't worry, we'll have the results soon, I promise."

Moreover, the other party might be wary of the phantom thief right now, fearing she might send a warning message:

"Today I'm going to steal everything from you, not a single Mora will be left for you."

“I’m going to dig out all the messes you’ve made. You’re waiting for me at the opera house, understand?”

Although it's unlikely that it would be written that way.

The sinner has become a deterrent to another sinner; it's truly... subtle.

Why would the phantom thief White Cat make himself a target? Navia certainly understood what the newspaper meant, but she just didn't understand it as much as she did.

Forget about that for now. She preferred to focus on Luna in her arms.

Next up is a stage where we will perform with the gods.

Then comes the stage for trial.

"I'm so busy," Luna said.

"Being busy is a good thing, isn't it?"

And soon after.

Luna, having said goodbye to Navia, stood at the entrance of the Chiori-ya and took a soft breath.

103: Believe it or not, I'll eat you up. (Meaningful)

"Qianori!"

The doorbell rang sharply. Luna pushed open the door and went straight to Chiori, who was reading a book on the sofa.

"What?" Chiori asked casually without even looking up.

Luna picked up the book from her hand and put it aside.

Chiori raised an eyebrow: "I'm reading a book."

"I know."

Luna lifted her legs, knees on the sofa, bent down, grabbed Chiori's face, and examined her closely.

Pull open your eyelids, raise your chin, and then pull down the lower half of your lip.

"Tongue out."

Chiori turned her face away impatiently: "What? After being a detective, now you want to be a doctor?"

"Stretch it out. Hurry up."

Luna patted her chest lightly, but it annoyed Chiori greatly—especially when she saw the unfamiliar band-aid wrapped around her finger.

The band-aid with the yellow rose pattern wasn't the type she would use.

"......well."

But she knew that Luna was just as stubborn as her in some ways, and if she didn't comply, she didn't know what methods Luna would use to get her to talk.

Chiori had no choice but to obediently stick out her tongue.

Luna leaned closer for a closer look and found nothing unusual; in fact, it looked perfectly healthy, like a bright and plump apple.

"Isn't it good enough?" Chiori sighed.

Luna stroked her chin: "It's hard to say, let's do a test."

"After the physical examination, it's all about the brain? Unfortunately, the water from the primordial womb doesn't have the effect of making people stupid, and I have no intention of drinking even a single drop more."

And to be honest, it tastes awful.

Luna understood this from Chiori's disgusted expression.

"1000-7=?" Luna ignored him and continued to ask.

"993. What's that?"

"A classic problem."

Luna felt a little relieved: "Alright, you pass!"

"Yes, yes, thank you very much." Chiori replied perfunctorily, her fingers tracing a strand of hair.

Then he suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"The detective was unusually flustered, which for some reason made me want to laugh."

Luna was about to get off the sofa when she heard this and immediately became dissatisfied.

But she smiled back, pressing her forehead against Chiori's: "Chiori, what do you think mouth tastes like? I suddenly want to bite your mouth off."

"what?"

Chiori covered Luna's face and pushed her aside.

“You can try if you can, but don’t expect it won’t hurt when you fall to the floor.” She stood up and walked a few steps away.

"Why do you want to drink?" Luna asked in a low voice as she lay back on the sofa.

"Can't you?"

"No."

“But I’ve already drunk it, and even if you don’t allow it, it’s too late. Besides, I have no reason to insist on listening to you.”

Having a good relationship does not mean you can give orders at will.

Especially types like Chiori.

A request? Sure; a demand? Occasionally; but an order? She wouldn't accept that.