Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Luna exclaimed in surprise, "Me? Forget about it."

"What you're saying makes me even more curious," Navia said, her voice full of curiosity.

What does Luna really think of her?

But Navia decided to get to the point first.

Otherwise, if you miss this atmosphere, the words that you should have said will all sink back into silence.

Navia still didn't let go, gently shaking Luna's hands from side to side while speaking softly:

"You should already know that the Clementine line is named after my mother, while the father line is the Carles line..."

“When my mother was alive, everyone said she was a completely different person from my father.”

“In the old Rose Society, other members only had the right to make suggestions, but my father was always one to back down. Once he made a decision, no one could change his mind—not even my mother.”

"Compared to him, his mother was a gentle, optimistic, and humorous person, and she was very sociable, often mediating conflicts between his father and others."

"For my father, my mother was like a supporter, a lover, and a brake on him."

"However, my mother died during childbirth because of a difficult labor."

"After that, there were actually quite a few conflicts within the Rose Society, after all, that's the kind of person my father is."

“He would not expose his weaknesses to anyone, nor did he ever have a heart-to-heart talk with me. Instead, he took me with him to see the negotiation arena and had someone teach me how to fire a gun and wield a weapon.”

"...For a while, I didn't know if my relationship with him could be considered estranged. It seems that nothing like what happens to other fathers and daughters has happened to us."

Navia fell silent.

Her gaze fell again, and her lips moved slightly: "After hearing your reasoning, Lulu, I went back and asked Miles."

Luna asked softly, "And then?"

"I asked Myles, 'Why did you choose to sacrifice your life in the dueling arena, old man? Was it to protect me from the enemy's gaze?'"

"Myles nodded."

"He also told me that my father had already contracted a rare disease at that time, and by the time it was discovered, it was too late; he only had five years left to live."

So that's how it is. Now the truth behind why Carles wanted to die is completely clear.

Luna murmured, "Realizing that she couldn't sustain a prolonged stalemate with the enemy, she chose..."

Navia whispered, "Yes, just as Lulu deduced."

They claim to possess crucial evidence against the other party, suggesting that if they don't want a fight to the death, they should stay put.

Otherwise, the evidence will be exposed to everyone.

Such a huge loss is naturally something the other party would not be happy to see.

"Is the evidence really there?" Luna asked.

Miles shook his head.

The fox is taking advantage of the tiger's might?

Or is there another reason? Luna couldn't figure it out for the time being, so she decided to put it aside for now.

“I had no idea that my father had such an illness, and I couldn’t tell at all… He didn’t say anything, he just silently made all the decisions, and then silently died.”

Then, Navia also fell silent.

Her thoughts had already left this place, drifting into distant memories.

But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any fleeting clues about Kares in their already somewhat blurred memories.

“He’s always like this,” Navia whispered again, stroking Luna’s fingers.

Luna felt a warm, itchy sensation on her hand, and her thoughts began to wander.

She once asked Arecino a question.

Why is "father" called "father"?

She was clearly a beautiful woman.

But at that time, Arecino just smiled faintly.

"If you want to know the answer, think for yourself, Luna. Only those who use their bodies and minds to pursue the truth are qualified to obtain it."

There are so many riddles.

That was Luna's first thought at that time.

Only now, so far in the present, does Luna seem to have glimpsed a corner of the truth.

“I think that’s what my father was like,” she said.

"...Lulu's father is also?"

Luna smiled and said, "Probably. Strict and demanding, but I think I understand her better now, because if she hadn't acted that way, I probably wouldn't have met Nana."

“.....!”

Navia's eyes widened slightly.

She had wondered if her father refused the title because he didn't want to create a distance between himself and the masses due to his status.

Taking her to the negotiation arena and even teaching her combat skills, is it because they hope she can become self-reliant and protect herself when she grows up?

But she only thought it to herself and didn't ask it aloud.

Perhaps I misunderstood, and that's not actually the case.

However, the answer will forever remain unknown.

Hearing Luna say that, she still had an indescribable feeling.

"...Me too. It took me so long to finally understand some of my father's things. Although I wouldn't say I understand him, I still feel a little closer to him."

We finally managed to close the distance a little, but it turned out to be three years after my father died.

Navia thought to herself absentmindedly.

Overall, this is a good thing! That's what she wanted to say, but under Luna's gaze, she changed it to something else entirely.

"...Can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?"

Luna smiled slightly: "No."

"no!?"

In this situation, they actually chose to refuse?!

Navia was shocked, and before she could anxiously continue speaking, Luna took off her hat.

"Come on, lie down."

Then he pulled her onto his lap.

Her face was pressed against something silky smooth and warm, and a refreshing, light fragrance lingered around her nose. Navia could never have predicted such a development.

"L-Lulu? Why are you asking me to rest my head on your lap...?" Navia looked flustered and instinctively tried to sit up.

"It's ok."

Luna pushed him back down again.

"It's alright." She spoke gently, her fingertips lightly brushing against Navia's long eyelashes before finally covering her eyes.

In the pitch black, Navia could only hear the sound of the patrol boat running and the water flowing, and could only feel the coolness of the wind brushing against her skin, in contrast to Luna's warm body temperature.

It's so warm.

Like the flames in a fireplace, Navia's consciousness gradually became hazy.

But before she fell completely asleep, she mustered her last bit of consciousness and uttered, "Lulu."

"What? Do you think my legs aren't strong enough?"

"No, I meant... next time it's my turn. You can sleep on my lap, that way it'll be a give-and-take."

Luna brushed a strand of hair away from Navia's ear and rubbed her ear a few times.

"Sure. By the way, do you feel sunburned? If so, I can cover myself up."

"The sun has already set, and what are you planning to use to block it?"

"skirt."

"Lulu, you can't say things like that again."

Luna smiled and said, "Anyway, you know it was a joke."

"Knowing doesn't help!"

She replied with great enthusiasm, but soon after resting her head on Luna's lap, Navia fell asleep.

She certainly has a strong will.

“...Dad.…” Navia murmured in her sleep.

But I also feel a little sad.

Luna put Navia's hat away and gave Abel a shushing gesture with her index finger.

Aibei nodded vigorously and covered her mouth with both hands.

Luna couldn't help but smile, then waited patiently for the final stop. Until then, she would savor this rare and beautiful scenery.

stamp.

"Hmm..."

Poke his cheek.

"Um......."

Luna admired Navia's sleeping face, poking her cheeks and touching her ears until they reached their final destination.

80: A blonde heiress strong enough to make a phantom thief kneel down