Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"The orphanage. It was stolen before it was stuffed into the car."

In other words, she had already planned to leave?

"Then why didn't you escape first?" Lynette couldn't help but ask.

"...Hehehe."

Then it was all swept up in a perfunctory laugh.

Did she really want to escape? Lynette thought to herself for a moment, but before she could ask, the door was suddenly pushed open.

In that brief moment, Luna hid the knife and looked over with Lynette.

The guard tightened his belt, from which hung a small musket.

"It's time. Mr. Lefffield wants to see you. Come with me."

He was expressionless, his eyes indifferent, and he didn't think these two slender girls could do anything to him.

"No... I don't want to," Lynette whispered.

"Don't want to? That's not up to you."

The guard grabbed Lynette's arm and easily lifted her up.

"Looks like I need to make you understand first that resistance is futile." The guard raised his fist.

Lynette instinctively closed her eyes, and her cat ears immediately drooped.

But the expected pain didn't come from anywhere; instead, a warm liquid splashed onto my face.

"Uh... ah..."

The force that had gripped her wrist vanished instantly, and Lynette collapsed to the ground.

She opened her eyes in surprise and found the guard lying on the ground with a small knife stuck in his neck. The tip of the knife had precisely pierced through the flesh.

"...Are you okay?"

Lynette stared blankly at Luna: "Um...you..."

It's obvious that Luna threw the knife.

The guard tried to get up, but Luna noticed and immediately pulled out her dagger. Blood gushed from the wound, and he quickly stopped struggling.

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

Luna stared silently at the corpse, her fingers trembling slightly with tension and unease, yet her eyes remained incredibly calm.

She took a deep breath, drew the small musket from the guard's waist, and casually pulled out a few bullets.

“I remember it like this…” Luna murmured, loading the bullet into the pistol and then putting it away.

Finally, their eyes met again.

Luna didn't know what to say, but they didn't have much time left, and this was their only chance.

"Linette".

She reached out her clean hand and wiped the blood from Lynette's face.

Let's escape together.

Escape? Is it really possible to escape? Lynette's eyes seemed to say the same thing.

Luna's answer was simple.

"With the moonlight guiding us, we'll definitely be fine!"

This is a line from "Night Kingdom Adventure". The female protagonist and her friends are imprisoned, but guided by the moonlight, they successfully escape and return to their hometown.

"Although I have nowhere to go back to, I can take you back to your family."

Luna said firmly, "Let's go!"

For some reason, Lynette felt her eyes getting hot again.

The moonlight wouldn't guide her, Lynette thought, otherwise she and Lynne wouldn't have had such a tragic fate.

The moon in the sky only gazes upon others, never casting its light upon anyone.

But Luna is different.

"Ok!"

The moonlight won't guide her. But Luna can.

Grasping that soft, still chubby little hand, Lynette stood up.

Escape alone is not possible.

Eyes, ears... and her innate agility and balance can all be Lynette's most important weapons right now.

They tore open the bedsheets, tied them into a rope, pried open the window lock, and then slid down.

With eyes that could see in all directions and ears that could hear in all directions, Lynette was never grateful for having such unique ears—even though it was precisely because of these ears that she had fallen into this predicament.

However, in the end, someone still stood in their way.

"Escape? How could you possibly escape? One of you is an unwanted orphan, and the other is a cat girl that everyone remembers. Catching you again wouldn't be difficult at all!"

"Hurry back, then I can pretend nothing happened..."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for throwing your brother into the water!"

Leffeld's expression was full of mockery.

But the next second, his expression froze in terror.

Bang! Gunfire ripped through the dark night, and a scorching bullet pierced Lefffield's heart. The sudden gunshot startled Lynette.

She looked to her side and saw only Luna gripping the gun handle tightly.

Lynette carefully recalled the scene.

Although it was a bit blurry, she still remembered Luna's expression at that time.

There was no panic, no fear, no anger.

Her gun was not fired out of fear or anger.

The cold moonlight illuminated her eyes, as if her blood was burning coldly, as if saying—this person cannot stay in this world.

Her gun fired in defense of her own justice.

That's why Arecino put her hand on her head.

"well done."

Then I gently stroked it a few times.

111: The Majestic Frynn

"How to do?"

Marcel listened silently to the question posed by the person behind him.

“That white cat has become a sword hanging over everyone’s head. Wherever she goes, the special patrol team will follow. And that guy seems to like double-crossing.”

"No one will be as 'innocent' as they used to be!"

Not to mention the mysterious man who assassinated Alkien.

"You mean you want to quit?"

"I'm asking you how to do it!"

The despicable phantom thief.

I thought he was just a clueless thief, but he turned out to be quite a handful.

This is all we can do.

Marcellus sighed softly, "Leave it to me. You all just sit in your seats. Don't worry about anything."

"...Furina's agents may be investigating us."

"I told you not to worry."

He took a deep breath.

Things have come to this...

Sins that cannot be washed away with water shall be dealt with by fire.

Several days later, Steambird News reported.

Charlotte stretched.

As a well-known newspaper in Teyvat, Steambird News is usually extremely busy, but the one in charge of Fontaine has been relatively idle these past few days.

The reason is simple: there's not much wind or waves.

The phantom thief isn't jumping around anymore, and there's no new information about Furness and Luna's next performance... The opera house also hasn't had any noteworthy cases going through recently.

While it's perfectly fine to treat it as a rare holiday, Charlotte still hopes to get moving.

“You agree, Mr. Wen Hengting?” Charlotte muttered to herself to her phonograph.

Why not just go find Chiori and have her do some decorations for Mr. Wen Hengting?

"Charlotte! Something terrible has happened!" A colleague suddenly ran over.

"Huh? The phantom thief is here again?"

"Why do you keep thinking about the phantom thief? Of course not, the real one is—"

After listening, Charlotte looked at her colleague in surprise.

"Really?"

"real."