Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"This is the new water god? He's too ordinary; he doesn't look like a god at all!"

Eh?

"She even said she wanted us to give her feedback, haha! If God can't guide us, how can he be considered God?"

what happened?

"Could this be a puppet that's been pushed up here?"

Why is everyone doubting me? This won't do. If my identity is exposed, then everyone will... They might actually want a...

"Ha, ha ha ha... Not bad! Only in this way are you worthy of my rule! The 'performance' just now was merely a small gift from me to you all, a little opening remark."

You need to act exaggeratedly.

"I've heard that the sins of this nation are beyond redemption. But it is precisely because justice blossoms amidst sin that it is most fragrant!"

You need to appear assertive.

"Let us pray with the law, worship with judgment, light the bonfire, and drink to the last drop of wine for the future of Fontaine!"

Finally, add a slightly impolite smile.

"As long as I am here in the Opiclie Opera House, before this Cardinal of Proclamation and Judgment, I, the Demon God Fucarus, can judge even the gods of the world!"

Thunderous applause and cheers filled the air.

At this moment, Funina could feel an invisible shell covering her face.

It is light and fragile, and could shatter at the slightest touch, but it will become heavy, strong, and indestructible, protecting her secrets and the truth.

Even when she finally came to her senses centuries later, she found that it was too late to pick them anymore.

But as long as no one gets dissolved, then it's worth it...

They wanted a powerful, exaggerated deity who could dispel all their doubts, a radiant presence on stage that could overshadow anyone else, so she would play that role for them.

Until the final trial begins.

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

Her hazy consciousness gradually cleared, and Funina felt herself lying on something warm and soft.

"Well......"

Funina slowly opened her eyes.

"You're awake, Miss Funina."

But the face that appeared before her wore a familiar mask, and a smile appeared in its crimson eyes. She knew that look all too well.

Funina blinked repeatedly, stunned for a moment, then turned pale with shock: "Phantom Thief White Cat!?"

The sensation below my head is... my thigh?

She sat up as if springing up, trying to create some distance, but her feet missed the bed and she fell into thin air.

"Wow!?"

Just as Funina thought she was about to fall off the bed, Luna grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her warm embrace.

"It seems I gave you too much of a surprise. It was my fault. Don't worry, there's no one else here, just you and me."

Only her and the phantom thief?

Funina couldn't help but say, "That's why it's hard to feel at ease!"

Luna smiled slightly and let go of her hand.

Funina immediately shrank back, hid at the foot of the bed, hugged her pillow, and peeked at her while observing the room.

There is no doubt that this is an abandoned house.

Of course she remembered everything. Funina whispered, "What do you want with me here?"

Could it be that she's planning to do something weird?

Could it be that she brought me here because she wants to... imprison me like those villains in fairy tales?

It might even...it might...

The sinner's end thus became Frynn's end.

No, no, no, no!

Funina's face turned ashen: "I... I want to make this clear first, anyone who dares to harm a god will ultimately be punished by the power of me, Fucaros—"

Luna crept up to her and placed her hands on her shoulders.

Do you think I would care?

I wouldn't care at all!

But that would only make things worse! A flicker of doubt crossed Funina's eyes.

Where is Clorind? Clorind, please help!

"Shh, don't move."

Eek!? Funina blushed and reflexively closed her eyes, but only felt slender fingertips brush past the corner of her eye, taking away a trace of moisture.

Huh? She opened her eyes and found Luna savoring the glistening water on her fingertips.

"Did Miss Funina have a bad dream just now?"

Luna licked her fingertips: "I never thought the tears of the gods would taste like this. Bitter and heavy, yet with a hint of sweetness."

Tears?

Fu Ningna hurriedly wiped the corner of her eye, and sure enough, a few tears fell onto her fingers.

No, no... Her blush deepened: "How could you... how could you taste other people's tears!"

"If it were Miss Funina, wouldn't she be curious about the tears of the gods?"

Yes, it will.

After all, she's not a real god.

But she would never be curious about its taste, much less try it herself! Fu Ningna shook her head quickly.

"Really? You can try mine too, as long as—"

Luna gently stroked Funina's face.

"—You can make me cry."

...I don't think I can do it. Funina hugged the pillow even tighter.

134: I want to go on a date with Miss Funina.

Seeing how wary Funina was, Luna didn't seem to care.

"Are you scared?"

...Actually, I didn't feel that scared. Funina thought to herself.

She raised her eyes and observed Luna's expression.

She was gentle, polite, and elegant, exactly the same as when we met on the beach, seemingly unchanged.

Ignoring her background, this undoubtedly makes people feel close to her.

Of course, even if she was afraid, Funina couldn't really show it.

"Fear? Ridiculous. No matter how peculiar you are, you are just a mortal. I am Fucarus, the God of Justice. Do I have any reason to be afraid of you?"

"It is you who should fear me and revere me!"

Furina straightened her chest: "Sins like yours will eventually be burned to ashes in the flames, but if you have reverence for the God of Justice, your end will not be like this."

Luna gently pushed the pillow away and chuckled, "Then what is the meaning of Miss Funina hugging the pillow?"

"what......."

Funina immediately threw away the pillow and hugged her arms.

She said nonchalantly, "It's just a conditioned reflex, it's... a biological instinct! It's a form of alertness. Now that I'm awake, there's no turning back for you."

Fu Ningna smiled confidently.

“But if you step aside, I might be able to treat you leniently.”

"Choose, Phantom Thief White Cat! Will you submit to me, or—"

Luna gently lifted Efunina's chin, her face slightly flushed, and said, "To possess you?"

Huh? No no no no no! Funina sped up her speech: "Can't you just listen to me properly? It's always like this."

Threats had no effect on her.

It was as if nothing could frighten her.

No wonder she became the famous Phantom Thief White Cat. Funina felt both admiration and exhaustion, but she remained vigilant.

"Why did you bring me to a place like this?" she mustered her courage and asked directly.

"Why do you think that, Miss Funina?"

“Don’t answer a question with a question.”

"Because you're not in a position to ask me now."

Makes sense.

But we can't lose in terms of momentum!

Funina pressed her hand to her chest: "You say you regard me as a treasure, the most precious treasure of Fontaine, then show the same attitude you would have towards a treasure that surpasses any other treasure."

Luna asked in surprise, "Attitude?"

"Yes, it wasn't you who stole me, but rather I forced myself to become your guest!"

This sounds like utter sophistry and a fallacy of equivocation.

But if you want to maintain the role of "Fukaros the Demon God", then you can't admit defeat in terms of momentum.