Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"hand."

Luna obediently stretched out her palm.

Arecino gently rubbed her palm with her thumb.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's a little itchy."

Arecino said softly, "It seems your injury is healing quickly, but do you remember what I said before?"

"remember."

"That's good."

Arecino tried to pull her hand back, but her thumb was gently grasped by Luna's now slender hand, which was also being carefully stroked.

She looked up and saw Luna's slightly flushed cheeks.

"You really aren't coming?"

Arecino's tone remained gentle: "In your eyes, Luna, am I the same as you?"

"Father is quite tall, but I don't think it's a problem."

Only Luna would probably say that.

Arecino rarely showed a slight smile: "Go ahead, I played this game a long time ago, except... it was a different form."

Another form? Luna tilted her head.

Arecino didn't answer, but instead said, "I have something to tell you after we're done playing."

As the sunset painted the sky red, Luna, who was a little tired from playing, wiped the sweat from her neck and looked around. Finally, she found Arecino's figure at the top of the hill.

She was sitting on a flat, elongated rock.

Luna unconsciously slowed her pace and approached silently.

Even if she openly touches Arecino's hair, Arecino will not refuse her.

Even though she was growing into a lady, Luna still retained some... mischievousness. She wanted to try approaching Arecino from behind and touching her hair.

"Luna, your aura still leaked out."

Failed.

Luna said with frustration, "I think I did a perfect job."

“It’s very good, you are the best child... but you still need to improve.” Arecino gestured to the person next to her.

"sit down."

Luna plopped down next to her, paused, and then moved a little further away.

Arecino glanced at her but said nothing.

"If you're worried that sweating will upset me, there's really no need for that. Even if you're sweating profusely, it won't make me say anything."

Luna quickly moved back.

"...So you've started paying attention to your appearance too? Well, that makes sense, other kids are starting to notice it to some extent as well."

"I don't think it has anything to do with whether or not you pay attention to your appearance," Luna said, blushing.

"Really? Hmm..."

Arecino thought for a moment and then didn't continue the topic.

"I'm here to tell you something."

Arecino turned her gaze to Luna's face.

"Luna, you can't be 'king'."

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

"Mr. Kares is a brave, courageous, and upright man..."

Outside Baisong Town, a memorial service for Carles Casapa is being held.

Luna was among them.

She snapped out of her reverie and glanced at Navia beside her. Navia's face was solemn, completely unlike her usual lively self.

This is not only a necessary performance for the memorial service, but also because she is now the president of the Rose Society.

The eulogy continued, the sky was overcast, a light rain was falling, and the air was heavy and drowsy. Luna adjusted her black top hat and continued listening.

Kares had already been buried, so all that could be seen was his portrait.

“That’s how my father was when he was alive,” Navia said softly.

"But he's very handsome."

Upon hearing Luna's words, a smile appeared at the corner of Navia's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

Although Carles certainly wouldn't care if someone smiled at her memorial service, she still had to consider her image.

If you want to laugh, it's better to have a good laugh at his tombstone later.

“Maybe my mother was captivated by his good looks, but... he always had that stern face,” Navia said, a deep sense of nostalgia in her eyes.

"...We've avenged you, Dad."

It's as if we've become sisters.

But Luna wisely refrained from saying that.

She glanced at the figures nearby, her gaze finally settling on Clarinde at the edge of the room. Noticing Luna's gaze, Clarinde slightly lowered her hat in greeting.

However, she did not come to see Navia until the end of the memorial service.

The memorial service lasted longer than expected.

The reason for this was that there were too many people attending, and everyone had to be presented with flowers, one after another.

At Carles' funeral, there were not so many people; at most, there were only members of the Rose Society and a few close friends.

This means that Carres' reputation has been restored.

The name of the unjust Kares will cease to exist; in its place will be "the valiant Kares," "the righteous Kares," "the fearless Kares"...

The long memorial service finally ended, but Navia didn't even have a moment to catch her breath before the next group to arrive at the scene...

"Regarding the cooperation with the Rose Society..."

It's a business collaboration!

"Miss Navia, would you mind being interviewed? Oh! Miss Luna, would you also like to be interviewed?"

It was Charlotte and other reporters from her newspaper!

After working for several days, Navia finally had a chance to rest.

She found Luna immediately and, without saying a word, pulled her good partner to a place.

The cemetery in Baisong Town.

That is, they returned to Kares's tombstone.

“I brought Lulu, whom I told you about, to see you, Dad,” Navia said softly.

120: This is a confession of love (3rd update)

Facing Kares's tombstone, Navia moved her lips, wanting to say everything on her mind, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know where to begin or how to say them.

Luna took Navia's umbrella and opened it. It had been raining a lot these days.

"Legend has it that it rains in Fontainebleau because the water dragon is crying," she said.

Navia smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I hope this water dragon can change its mood."

Navia took off her hat, moved a little closer.

After all, her umbrella wasn't very big; it was more than enough to shelter one person from the rain, but two people would have to squeeze together.

Holding the hat, Navia took a breath.

"Don't you know how to say it?" Luna asked.

Navia lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "You saw through me again. Hmm, we never had a heart-to-heart talk while he was still alive and well."

"Now he's become a cold tombstone, a stone slab, and he won't respond to a single word. I don't know what to say anymore."

Luna ran her fingers through Navia's hair with one hand and smiled, "Then feel free to say whatever you want."

When the children of the Hearth House lose their lives in the line of duty, sometimes even their remains are nowhere to be found.

The families will not erect tombstones for these missing children.

It's not that the feelings between family members weren't deep, but rather that their disappearance was enough to leave an indelible mark and scar on the hearts of family members forever.

Not mentioning them isn't because I want to forget them.

“Your father will live forever in your memory.” Luna raised her slender fingers and gently ran them up Navia’s chest, then touched the spot where her heart was.

"If you can't speak to the tombstone, just say something to the family members in your memories."

The skin touched by the fingertips felt slightly itchy.

But Navia doesn't dislike being touched like that by Luna.

Navia let out a breath and laughed, "But the Dad I remember wasn't exactly vivid either. Who told him to always have that stern face and never tell anyone what was on his mind..."

"But I can say something to him."

“I’m no longer the Navia who needs your protection, Father. You can leave the Rose Society to me without worry.”

Navia suddenly hooked her arm around Luna's neck, and their faces immediately pressed together.