Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Navia smiled shyly, her flushed face showing only embarrassment, not awkwardness. She gently touched Luna's face.

He rubbed her shoulders, poked her stomach, and pinched her thighs... as if he were confirming something.

"Yes, this feels just like Lulu."

"...Do you really have to confirm this way?" Chiori asked.

Navia chuckled: "I'm scared! I'm scared that the one lying here is also the Phantom Thief White Cat."

"Then you might as well be afraid that your henchmen Myles and Silver are both Phantom Thief White Cat in disguise."

"That's terrifying!"

That's a total horror story!

Navia touched her goosebump-covered arms, gazed into Luna's gentle eyes, and couldn't help but rest her head on Luna's stomach.

"...Lulu, you may not have any memory, but when you appeared before me while you were unconscious, I felt my heart stop beating. I was terrified."

He was just unconscious, why was he reacting so strongly?

Luna placed her hand on Navia's head and gently stroked it, saying, "Are you scared...?"

Navia took a breath.

"I... am afraid of the most important person to me leaving my side. I've said it before, right? I like Lulu."

Chiori's eyes widened.

"...No one can see the person they love fall in front of them and still be unharmed. Chiori must be no exception, right?"

Chiori gave Navia a deep look, then raised an eyebrow at Luna.

What happened? She asked with her eyes.

Luna's smile held a hint of smugness, but it quickly faded as Chiori's hands gripped her face tightly.

“Chiki?” Navia called out.

Luna looked at Chiori, also curious about how Chiori would answer.

Why are you turning the conversation to me? Chiori sighed softly, an inexplicable sense of annoyance lingering in her heart, especially after seeing Luna's face.

She said softly, "It's only human nature, and I'm no exception."

"Right? Lulu is my best partner, my friend... I don't want to see you hurt at all! Even if you're not hurt, being unconscious is unacceptable!"

Navia suddenly raised her head and crawled to Luna's side.

With her hands supporting her head on either side, strands of golden hair fell down along with her soft, sparkling eyes.

"Lulu, are you really alright? Are you really not hurt anywhere?"

Luna shook her head slightly: "No, don't worry."

"Or should we hug you again to test? The tighter we hug you, the better we'll know if there's anything wrong with me."

She jokingly opened her arms.

I thought Navia would refuse at this point, since Chiori was there and she should have some reservations.

However, Navia hugged Luna tightly without hesitation.

He hugged her quite tightly, so tightly that Luna could hardly breathe, and the warmth of his body radiated from their skin, burning like fire.

"Wait, Nana, you're hugging me too tightly."

Navia seemed not to hear, her breath brushing against Luna's ear.

"It's too tight, Nana!" She patted Navia on the back.

".....ah!"

Navia snapped out of her daze and quickly let go, allowing Luna to breathe.

Her face flushed red: "I...I'm sorry, um..."

I don't know why I couldn't resist.

She just wanted to hold him tighter and tighter. But she obviously couldn't say those words out loud, so she stood up.

"I'm going to complete the discharge procedures!"

Then, while touching her burning face, she fled the room as if escaping.

Only Chiori and Luna remained.

Their gazes met naturally, and after a moment of looking at each other, Luna sat up and took Chiori's hand.

"What?"

"massage."

Chiori responded calmly, "I see."

She rubbed her wrist with her fingertips, feeling a warm current flowing through it. Chiori pursed her lips slightly, then suddenly gripped Luna's hand tightly.

The finger strength is beyond imagination.

No wonder her hands were so steady... Luna thought casually as Chiori's face came closer.

"I think you have something to say to me. Hurry up and say it."

Do you think it exists or not?

"There really is." Luna asked thoughtfully, "Which one would you like to hear?"

"casual."

"...Then, I'm sorry?"

"Will you stop if I tell you?"

"probably not."

Chiori snorted, "That's settled then. That statement is meaningless. What else? Say something else."

What exactly does she want to hear?

Luna gently kissed Chiori's fingertips: "I like Chiori?"

"...It's a bit disgusting."

What exactly do you want?

After leaving the hospital, Navia said that the Rose Society also had to participate in the search for Funina, and then said goodbye. Chiori returned to her palace, Chiori-ya.

It seems that quite a few people will join the search for Funina.

But they won't be able to find it anytime soon.

In a remote area where no one can find or discover, that is where Funina is located.

Donning a mask, Luna, now transformed into a phantom thief, pushes open the door.

In this abandoned hut, Funina, still wearing her performance costume, is sleeping peacefully in bed.

Just like Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale.

133: Blueberry Cake and the Cat

“And I promise you, everything will end in a grand, dramatic trial, and everyone will be saved.”

She had said this to Funina in the mirror.

"You have to keep acting, and you can't let anyone doubt your identity."

They are just ordinary people, yet they have to play the role of gods.

What if someone becomes suspicious? A hint of doubt and unease flickered in Funina's eyes.

"Then..."

The woman in the mirror whispered, "Before the final moment arrives, before the prophecy is fully fulfilled, you must not let anyone discover your identity."

This is the final line of defense in the plan. If the true form is revealed before the end, all the people of Fontaine will be dissolved.

"The prophecy will surely come true," she affirmed in the mirror.

"How can I possibly play the role of a god? I'm just a human, I don't have the powerful abilities of a god," Funina asked, puzzled.

"What you need to do is not to turn yourself into a god."

A slightly complicated smile appeared on her face in the mirror, and a fleeting look of guilt crossed her eyes.

"You are to play the role of a god in human imagination."

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

What are the gods like in human imagination?

On the day of her inaugural address, Funina was still pondering this question. Prior to this, the Privy Council had already announced her succession as the Water Goddess, but today was the first time she would face the public directly.

When the time came, she had to go on stage at the Opéra Garnier.

Standing behind the podium, she looked at the diverse expressions on the faces of the audience below and momentarily lost her train of thought.

What to say?

...In short, first muster up your courage!

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Opicclay Opera House. I believe you are already aware that I have succeeded as the goddess of water. Yes, I am Fernina de Fontaine, your new goddess of water."

sincere.

“I have little experience, but I am honored to guide you. I will do my best to give you a fair and just era.”

polite.

Funina smiled and said, "Thank you again for coming..."

Add a little smile.

That should be enough, right? As long as you express your thoughts, it's not that difficult.