Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

What do I want to say? It seems like I have nothing to say, and I can't say anything at all.

Funina could only remain silent.

Luna smiled and said, "Just eat quietly while you eat, there's no need to say anything."

Funina opened her mouth and slowly nodded.

She looked out at the sea. The sea surrounding Fontaine was actually just an inland lake, and she witnessed this "lake" rising steadily, gradually swallowing and submerging the scenery from a hundred years ago and a few decades ago.

Only when you dive underwater can you find that familiar feeling from the past.

Funina touched her arm.

The prophecy will surely come true; the sea level is destined to rise.

"seawater......"

Luna looked at her.

The warm sea breeze made Funina's hair sway, concealing a fleeting sadness in her eyes.

Isn't that strange?

It gives birth to life and then devours it.

"...It's so beautiful, isn't it?" But in the end, she could only part her lips slightly and say this.

The deity people seek should be powerful, flamboyant, confident, and able to erase any doubts or anxieties they may have, and therefore should not and cannot express any other emotions.

Luna walked behind her, put her hand around her chin, and gently lifted it.

Funina had to tilt her head back and lean against the chair to meet Luna's gaze, who was looking down at her.

"what about me?"

"Eh?"

Luna raised her hand, her fingertips slowly sliding up Funina's neck. The slight tickling made Funina swallow hard.

Luna bent down, and in her field of vision, the captivating face that was still impossible to conceal despite the mask came much closer; she could almost feel the warmth of her breath.

"And what does Miss Funin think of me? Am I pretty?"

Funina's cheeks were flushed, and her gaze darted away.

So close! Too close! She tensed slightly and whispered, "Take your hand away and I'll tell you."

Luna smiled slightly, her hand sliding up to her eyes and gently covering them.

"Miss Funina seems a little sleepy. Why don't you take a nap? Don't worry, I'll steal all the bad things from your dreams."

"You even stole this?" Funina couldn't help but ask.

"There's nothing I can't steal if I want to."

What about Fontaine's prophecy and fate?

Can you steal it?

Of course, Funina wouldn't ask that, but she was indeed feeling sleepy.

Generally speaking, she doesn't take afternoon naps, and not participating in the affairs of Mo Mang Palace doesn't mean she's idle on weekdays; there are always things like trials and performances waiting for her.

However, she does want to take a nap right now.

"Shall I carry you to bed?"

Funina snapped to attention: "No!"

We absolutely must not give in to this phantom thief's wishes, or we won't even know what he might do to us!

"A nap? I don't need that!"

ten minutes later.

"Mmm..." Funina rolled over on the bed.

He slept very soundly.

137: Furnessa and the Phantom Thief's Secret Holiday (4K6)

Strangely enough, this time Funina didn't dream of anything. The moment she opened her eyes, the view outside the window had already changed.

Night had quietly fallen, and only a small lamp was burning in the cabin.

"Hmm..." Funina murmured in a daze, and smelled that delicate fragrance again.

She turned to the side, and her eyes met Luna's.

"Did you sleep well, my Miss Funina?" Luna sat on the stool by the bed, propping her chin up with her hand, and gave her a gentle smile.

It took Funina a few seconds to remember.

Oh yeah, I'm being kidnapped by the phantom thief, White Cat, right now...

But then we went fishing together, had lunch together, and I even slept right under her nose without any suspicion.

"What am I doing?" Funina wondered absentmindedly.

"Yes, I slept okay," she replied softly.

There's no need to worry about anything after waking up, nor about anything before falling asleep.

Since I first had a memory, I don't think I've ever had sleep like this.

"...Did you do this on purpose?"

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about," Luna replied with a light laugh.

She sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, and took off her gloves.

Slender fingers gently pinched Funina's ear, then gently stroked it along its contours, finally pressing it against her cheek to softly guide Funina's gaze and face upwards.

“Miss Frinnina, if you don’t explain yourself more clearly, I won’t know what you mean.”

A blush rose on Funina's face, and she looked away: "You're really cunning."

"If the phantom thief weren't so cunning, I'd already be holed up in Mello Petersburg. But if Miss Frinna is unhappy..."

Luna slid her hand down and gently pressed it against Funina's chest.

Feeling his heartbeat, she added, "You can go back now, I won't stop you. I've had my fill."

go back?

Will he return to that stage filled with the gaze of the audience and continue to give his all in portraying the demon god Fukaros?

Fu Ningna was somewhat dazed.

The hand that touched her skin was as warm as a fireplace in winter.

Wherever her fingertips touched, a comforting warmth spread through the air. Funina had never felt her body so light, relaxed, and ethereal.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, it's all thanks to the phantom thief, White Cat.

"Did you bring me here just for this?" she asked in return.

"You can think of it that way."

But she won't admit it.

Why be so secretive at a time like this? Funina pouted unhappily.

"Do you want to go back? I can take you; after all, it's part of the date," Luna asked.

Want to go back?

Funina felt a pang of reluctance at that moment, but she knew she had to return to the stage eventually.

Because the final judgment promised by the woman in the mirror has not yet arrived, and the crisis is not over.

Which is more important, one's own willfulness or Fontaine's safety?

The safety of Fontaine is certainly more important.

“…I’m hungry,” Funina suddenly said.

But it would be nice to have dinner before leaving, right?

This isn't being willful; it's simply about satisfying one's physical needs.

Moreover, Claurind might arrive during this time.

We can also catch the phantom thief White Cat then, killing two birds with one stone!

Funina convinced herself and sat up.

"It is indeed time to have dinner. I just happened to buy some ingredients, so leave dinner to me."

Once outside, Luna started a fire and cooked again.

Furina sat quietly to the side, hugging her knees. No one questioned her quiet demeanor.

Cover the pot with the lid, and the fire crackles, with sparks flying into the air and disappearing.

The waves continued to lap against the shore, and the familiar moonlight and starlight were reflected on the water. Tonight's moonlight was just as bright as it had been before.

"It's a pity there aren't any Puffy Beasts here," Luna laughed.

Funina pursed her lips.

Sure enough, she also thought of the time when they first officially met.

Even if there were Puffy Beasts, she wouldn't play with them!

"The soup won't be ready for a while. Come on, Miss Funina, let's go for a walk around here."

Luna stood up and took Funina's hand.

"I... I can walk by myself! You're underestimating me, Fukaros." Funina embarrassedly shook off her hand and touched her wrist.

"To me, they're all the same. Whether it's the god Fukaros or the superstar Miss Funina, they're all treasures in my eyes. I'm just cherishing Fontaine's one and only treasure," Luna said nonchalantly.

"And the way you treat this treasure is to abduct her."

Luna's eyes widened: "Oh dear? Miss Funina clearly forced herself to become my 'guest,' how could I have tricked her into coming here?"