Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"........."

Why isn't there any reaction? Navia slightly raised her head and found Luna sniffing something.

"Wow!? What are you doing?"

"smell."

Navia jumped up, clutching her chest: "Lulu, really, how could you—"

Before he could finish speaking, the bathroom door opened.

Chiori walked out while drying her hair, glancing at the two of them.

"What are you doing?"

Navia's blush hadn't faded, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Luna waved her hand and said, "It's hard to say, but I can let you experience it, Chiori. Come over here?"

"I do not want."

142: Three people are the most stable.

All the day's itinerary is done!

Funina had never felt her body so light and agile. It was as if all the silt that had accumulated inside her for so long had vanished.

She even felt an urge to pick up the white cat by the roadside and sing a song.

The reason for this, Funina naturally knew.

In the bedroom.

Funina sat on the bed and took out the picture cards.

"The phantom thief white cat......"

Despite being abducted by her, the phantom thief White Cat did give her a rare moment of true rest in the past five hundred years.

There were no spectators watching, no stage for her to step onto, no spotlight on her. That day, all that existed was: the sea, grilled fish, moonlight, and the phantom thief with his gentle smile...

Funina: "............"

Even now, Funina sometimes wonders if it was all a dream.

However, the pictures she photographed, and the solid feel of the phantom thief's mask, all told her that it was all real.

This is dangerous, Funina thought.

As the one who plays the demon goddess Fukaros, she cannot get close to anyone.

Getting too close could only expose her act, and once the falsehood of the past five hundred years surfaces, it will destroy everything.

Similarly, she cannot develop excessive emotions towards any particular being.

Regardless of whether the other party is a phantom thief or anyone else.

"As long as I am 'Fukaros'... sigh."

Funina thought to herself that she did have to thank the phantom thief White Cat, but she absolutely could not afford to pay too much attention to him.

It is only natural for humans to cast their gaze upon the divine.

But what happens when "gods" cast their gaze upon humanity?

One must not have any personal motives when playing a role.

Funina patted her cheeks: "Okay!"

Find an opportunity to return all these things to the phantom thief; keeping them around will only cause her more trouble.

Will it make the phantom thief white cat sad?

"There's nothing I can do..."

After all, she was destined to disappoint others.

Furina stroked the mask and muttered, "What is the Phantom Thief White Cat doing right now..."

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

"Chiki".

"What?"

Luna cupped Chiori's face in her hands and leaned closer for a closer look: "Without makeup, you look like a classic leading lady."

What does "classic female lead" mean?

"Gentle, natural..."

Chiori raised an eyebrow: "I understand, you mean I'm actually the exact opposite, right?"

"No, it's just my impression of her appearance. I think Chiori is beautiful no matter what, I can—"

Chiori grabbed Luna's lower face with one hand: "No."

She knew what Luna wanted to say; it was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek.

But no.

Navia is here... Even if Navia weren't here, she wouldn't accept it easily.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm," Luna protested with a muffled sound.

"I'll let go if you beg me," Chiori said with amusement.

"Could you please move your hand away first?" Luna's eyes seemed to say, and if this continued, she wouldn't hesitate to kiss him.

Chiori felt the heat seep into her palm, and the pain drilled into her skin...

She thought that would happen, but thankfully, the bathroom door opened the next second.

"Phew—taking a bath really does make me feel relaxed and happy!"

Chiori casually withdrew her hand.

"Chiori, you should thank Nana, otherwise I would have had to use my teeth." Luna smiled and pointed to her lips.

Chiori snorted lightly: "You can try hurting my hand and see what happens."

Navia looked puzzled: "Huh? What are you doing?"

After a while, Luna put down the towel.

She single-handedly wiped Chiori and Navia's long hair clean. She really wanted to give herself a thumbs up.

"Thank you, Lulu!"

"You're welcome."

Luna responded while keeping her eyes fixed on Navia's face.

Similarly, Navia has now removed her makeup and is wearing loose pajamas, just like Chiori.

"Full marks."

Navia blinked: "Huh? Ah! I get it, you're talking about my skin, right? Yeah, I give Lulu a perfect score too, it feels so smooth."

"Chiori also gets full marks."

"Yes, thank you." Chiori's reply sounded somewhat perfunctory.

Inspiration swirled in her mind. Ignoring Luna and Navia, she took out the clothes she had made for Funina and put them on the mannequin.

Then he picked up the twin swords.

Two flashes of light slashed through, cleanly cutting through a portion of the clothing. The cuts were perfect and precise.

"Wait, Chiori, why did you give away the clothes you made..."

Luna was unsurprised: "She wasn't satisfied, so she cut it open."

Chiori nodded: "That's right."

"I'm here to help."

Chiori glanced at her and tossed her a piece of fabric.

"Where's the board?"

"At this."

Luna nodded, deftly cut open the fabric, and began sewing the ornament.

The most important aspects of fashion are often these details; the presence or absence of even one accessory can drastically change the overall effect.

Navia snapped out of her daze and saw that they had already begun working in perfect harmony, so she quickly said:

"I'll lend a hand too!"

Otherwise, I always feel like she's going to be excluded.

Fortunately, Navia is a good cook and has decent sewing skills.

"Amateurish yet highly skilled." This was Chiori's praise.

Navia naturally understood her meaning and happily accepted the praise.

After all, she wasn't a professional, but Luna...

"...When did your tailoring skills become so good?" Chiori asked in surprise.

The stitching was flawless and precise, without a single error. To achieve this, skill, patience, and meticulousness are all essential, but Luna in the past only possessed the latter two.

Her skills are decent, comparable to Navia's, placing her among the better amateurs.

In the professional field? It's not respectable.

Luna smiled playfully, "Stage girls are evolving every day, you know. Things are different now, so please praise me more!"

Chiori readily agreed, saying, "Yes, very well done."

"who are you?"

"Don't give me that. I praise you when you do well, and I scold you when you don't. It's always been like this."