Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Fu Ningna was speechless for a moment.

These were indeed her words not long ago, but I never expected them to come back to haunt me now.

But she couldn't retract her statement... She felt awkward.

Luna smiled slightly, which only made her more depressed.

Fortunately, the cool sea breeze quickly dispelled her dissatisfaction. Funina looked at the white figure walking ahead, then looked down at the footprints she had left behind.

Stepping on it lightly, it was indeed a little different.

Hers was a bit smaller, while Luna's was slightly larger. Funina looked at them and made the comparison.

"Phantom Thief White Cat, why did you become a phantom thief?"

"Miss Funina is the one; why would she want to be the water goddess?"

Funina didn't expect to be asked that question, and indeed, no one had ever asked her that before.

However, the answer is obvious.

“Because only I can do it,” she said.

Only she can play the demon god Fucarus.

Furina took a breath: "...And the throne itself was prepared for me! Only I can lead Fontaine to a glorious future, and only I can bring justice and fairness to my unfortunate people!"

She opened her arms and spun around.

"The people of Fontaine need me to give them a perfect performance! — Are you satisfied with my answer? Now it's your turn to answer me."

Luna laughed and said, "I didn't agree with Miss Funina to take turns answering."

That's so despicable!

Before Funina could protest, she took out the camera and handed it to Funina.

"However, if Miss Funina could take a few pictures for me, I could answer your curiosity."

Should I take pictures of her?

Funina thought to herself, "It's not impossible, but why so suddenly..."

Was it because they were about to part ways? She subconsciously took the phonograph camera, and when she looked up, Luna had already walked to the side and was ready.

"I really can't do anything with you. Fine, since you're reasonably hospitable, I'll grant you this small wish. What kind of picture do you want to take?"

"Something that could make Miss Funina blush?"

Funina blushed and said, "No! I don't want to! -- Cough, that's too rude of you. Do you think I'm interested in seeing your body?"

"There's none?"

Funina glanced at Luna's body; the tight-fitting phantom thief outfit accentuated her beautifully curved figure.

"...No. In short, don't joke around at a time like this."

Luna smiled and brushed it off: "You can decide."

"Whether it's interesting or not."

"Still being quirky."

"Or perhaps something less elegant... I'll obey Miss Funina's orders. I can't let this opportunity slip by, Miss Funina. This is the only chance you have to manipulate me at will."

There may be more in the future, but this is the only time for now.

The blush on Funina's face had not faded; instead, it made her even more radiant.

Why does she always say things like that...?

Is it fun to tease me?

Since she said it was okay to tease her, then—Furina had a good idea.

"Then lie down there."

Then he raised his hand and pointed forward.

As she spoke, Funina walked over to Luna and tugged at or rolled up her clothes, making her look as if she had been beaten to a pulp.

Luna, of course, offered no resistance.

"Good, stay still! Really, don't move."

Funina took a few steps away, then held the phonograph camera upside down, raised the lens, and aimed it at her face and the already "defeated" Phantom Thief White Cat behind her.

Press the shutter!

Click.

Thus, the world-famous painting "The White Cat Thief is Beaten to His Knees by Furness" was born.

Funina picked it up and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! White Cat, look at this picture, you're just like a villainous extra in a movie!"

After saying that, she suddenly paused.

Wait a minute, won't doing this make the white cat angry?

Funina suddenly became uneasy. Luna stood up, dusted herself off, straightened her clothes, and then took the picture from her hand.

“Then Miss Funina is a hero of justice,” Luna said with a smile.

They seem completely unconcerned.

Funina breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt embarrassed. Didn't this make her seem childish?

"Well, after all, I am the God of Justice!" But she still had to reply in this way.

Luna handed the picture back to Funina.

"And your photography skills are also very good, so please continue to take photos for me, Ms. Funina."

Click, click... This time, Funina was serious. When it came to photography skills, she was definitely no match for Charlotte, the reporter from Steambird.

But she is a top-notch film director, and there are still similarities between photography and filmmaking.

Composition, timing of the shot, position of the camera... It was a job that didn't pay her, but she enjoyed it—because the phantom thief, the white cat, was so photogenic!

No matter how she's asked to perform, she always does it perfectly.

It's no exaggeration to say that taking photos of her is a pleasure. You can capture her beauty in a single moment and create a continuous stream of captivating images.

"But why did you ask me to take pictures of you?"

Luna simply gave a gentle smile in response to Furna's frank question.

“Good times are always fleeting, Miss Funina, haven’t you ever thought that?”

"No matter how dazzling and moving, it will eventually fade and dim. But as long as traces remain, we can follow its course and recall everything we experienced and felt at that time..."

As Luna spoke, she came to stand in front of Funina.

"The reason I want Miss Funina to take pictures of me is very simple."

She took the phonograph from Funina's hand, then raised it and pointed the lens at them.

He brought his face close, pressing it against Funina's cheek.

Press the shutter button.

“I want to end today’s date perfectly.” She picked up the photograph from the phonograph and placed it in Funina’s hand.

Then he casually put his arm around Funina's waist and brought his face close to hers.

A cool, moist, and soft touch pressed against my cheek.

For a moment, Funina was stunned and did not realize what had happened to her until the sweet scent seeped into her skin, at which point her face suddenly flushed and turned red.

My face... I got kissed on the face!?

Luna raised her hand, cupped Funina's face, and whispered, "I hope Miss Funina will always remember me, and that when she sees the picture, she will recall everything that happened today, and this kiss."

Then I realized something clearly—

She circled behind Funina and whispered in her ear, "It was I, the Phantom Thief White Cat, who stole you."

"Your time."

"Your brilliance on stage."

"And Miss Funina's lovely heart. I have taken it all in."

Funina trembled.

She wanted to turn around, but her eyes were once again covered by Luna's hand.

"Goodnight, my Miss Funina. Remember to eat well for dinner. I've left you a gift. See you next time. If you'd like, I'll ask you out again."

"Don't forget to dream of me."

After the warm words, there was silence.

Funina cautiously opened her eyes and looked back. No one was there, and the footprints on the beach had disappeared.

It was as if the phantom thief, the white cat, had never appeared, and it was all just a dream.

Her heart was pounding. Funina touched her cheek; a trace of moisture still lingered on her skin.

The moment the wind blew by, the coolness it stirred up seemed to burn Funina, making her purse her lips.

She...she actually kissed me...

So she really is Yu, right? In her confusion, Funina picked up the picture in her hand.

In the picture, she and the phantom thief are pressed together, squeezed into the frame, she looks somewhat dazed, while the phantom thief has a smile on his face. This is not something that can be shown to others.

Funina touched the picture, remembering what the phantom thief white cat had said earlier.

Dinner and a gift.

She put away the pictures and returned to the abandoned hut.

The soup is ready, steaming and smelling wonderful. Bowls and spoons are also ready, placed on the stone next to it.