Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

The person in the mirror said to her again:

"I have a way to save everyone, but... you will have to endure some pain."

Why me?

This was Funina's first thought.

But on one side of the scale is the disappearance and death of everyone, and on the other side is only her suffering; the two can be balanced and equivalent.

If enduring this kind of pain could bring about a future completely opposite to the prophecy, then there would be no need to think twice about it.

So she accepted the suggestion from the person in the mirror.

“Fontaine has just lost its water god, and I want you to play the role of the ‘god’.”

To play a role means to act.

Pretending to be a god, they fooled everyone.

"Then you will go through a long period of time until a grand, dramatic trial brings it to an end. After that, Fontaine will have a real future."

"You absolutely cannot let anyone expose your identity, or your last hope will vanish."

Countless days and nights have passed since that day.

The prophecy seemed to be coming true little by little, and she couldn't stop it no matter what she did.

When exactly is the day she in the mirror speaks of the end?

"When will this end?" Funina asked softly.

Of course, no one responded to her.

Funina sighed softly and turned around: "Really, at least give me some other ability."

She was supposed to play the role of a water goddess, but she didn't even have a simple water elemental spray.

Are you suggesting she hide two water guns in her sleeves?

"...So boring."

I can't sleep, and I have nothing to do.

After thinking about it, Funina decided to go out for a stroll. She didn't plan to go too far; she just wanted to relax on the beach outside Fontainebleau.

The most important thing for a god is to maintain the right mindset!

If your mentality collapses, your acting skills will collapse along with it.

If you can't hold it in, it won't be funny; you'll die... in every sense of the word!

the other side.

Luna put down her newspaper and sat by the window, gazing at the street scene of Fontaine.

She knew perfectly well who the criminal was, as described in the news report.

Arecino. Her "father," the master of the Hearth House, the fourth-ranking executor of the Fools—"the Servant."

They are also her benefactors and family.

"She's still the same as before."

Have the children gather intelligence and mark their prey.

Then hunt them down.

Many of the people she killed were heinous criminals, and her actions were labeled as vigilante justice.

Alkien and his associates were just twelve of the many souls she had lost.

Luna will never forget that night when Arecino splattered blood all over the floor.

I will never forget everything Arecino did.

“Nice ears, good for eavesdropping. From now on, learn to use them.” Arecino rubbed Lynette’s cat ears with one hand, her tone icy.

"And you..."

Their eyes met.

Arecino's gaze was calm, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

"well done."

Then he placed his hand on her head and gently stroked it a few times.

She brought her wandering thoughts back to her mind and silently gazed into the distance.

Luna: "................"

Although it is late at night, perhaps because she slept too long yesterday and is still full of energy, or perhaps because she is recalling the past and can't shake it off, she is not sleepy at all.

But when asked if she wanted to do anything, she couldn't answer.

Chiori should be asleep by now; I can't exactly go to her house and squeeze into her bed.

"Sister, squeeze in, I'm lonely."

If I said that, I'd definitely get scolded by Chiori first.

Navia should be asleep now.

"Hmm... I might as well go for a drive outside."

Take a short break to clear your head, and you should be able to sleep.

I might as well take a stroll around; maybe I can even find some information about treasures.

"Oh, speaking of which, I haven't used any points yet. But there's no rush."

Since we're going to rely on luck to find information about the treasure, we'll have to go out in our phantom thief form.

Donning the phantom thief's outfit and mask, Luna leaps into the night sky.

After a short while, instead of finding the treasure, they spotted an unexpected figure.

"That's... Funinna?"

Where is she going alone so late at night?

Curiosity gnawed at Luna's heart, and after hesitating for half a second, she decided to switch targets.

Treasures? What treasures could compare to the God of Fontaine?

The answer is no!

“Hmph…”

Suddenly, Funina felt a chill run down her spine.

I have a feeling that someone is watching me. Is it just my imagination?

63: Am I the one who wants to possess it?

Funina has a hobby that very few people know about.

Of course, it wasn't a performance or eating dessert.

For her, eating desserts is as natural as eating air; there's no need to single it out as a hobby!

Her hobby is very simple—playing with small animals.

Cats, dogs, birds, squirrels... as long as she finds a creature cute, Funina will want to approach it and try to play with it.

It's been hundreds of years, and countless people have seen it; they're all tired of it now.

Dealing with people is never a simple matter, and over time it can create a psychological burden.

But animals are different.

They simply follow their instincts, pure and simple.

Especially the Fontainebleau specialty, the 'Pengpeng Beast'.

Her snow-white belly, round body, smooth skin, and bright, sparkling eyes completed the look.

Adorable, needs no further explanation.

Most importantly, they are all very docile.

"Found it, found it! Hehe, long time no see. Hmm? You said we haven't met? You must be mistaken!" Funina grabbed the puffy beast that was resting on the beach.

Swaying back and forth, rocking back and forth, rubbing its belly, or beating it like a drum... as long as it doesn't show hostility, the Puffy Beast won't attack.

It will only raise its head to silently express its protest and dissatisfaction.

"Are you going to kill me, friend?"—that's what they're saying.

"I've heard that the meat of the Puffy Beast is quite delicious," Funina muttered to herself.

The puffy beast gave him a look that seemed to say, "Are you serious?"

But that's probably just an illusion.

"Just kidding, just kidding. Here, I brought you some dried fish, want some?"

The puffy beast lay back down, seemingly uninterested.

Funina was greatly disappointed: "You're not going to eat! When did you all start being picky eaters? Fine, if you're not going to eat, I'll eat it myself."

She took out a small bag of dried fish, opened the packaging, and prepared to put it in her mouth.

Would you mind sharing some with me?

"Eh?"

The unfamiliar aura startled Funina, and she looked in the direction of the sound.

The hazy moonlight bathed her flowing golden hair, and her platinum and white dress was pure and elegant. Luna sat on a boulder on the shore, resting her head on her knees, and gave her a gentle and polite smile.