Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

They do not rely on businesses that violate morality and law, nor do they engage in immoral but profitable activities; they are upright and honest.

But it was precisely this good reputation that was ruined when the landslide occurred.

It's true that it's hard to be a good person.

“A significant portion of our income comes from the support of the people who support us, but reputation is easy to spread, and it’s easy to gain bad reputation.”

“After my father passed away, I took over the Rose Society, but it’s a world of difference compared to before. To make a comeback… now it’s just a struggle to maintain it. I can only blame my lack of ability,” Navia sighed.

Luna said, "It's hard to be a good person in this world."

“But someone has to take on this role,” Navia said earnestly.

She pinched her cheek and cheered herself up.

"Alright, enough of the pessimism. After all, I've met you, Detective Lulu, my great partner. I can't be downcast. Come on, let me show you my cooking!"

Navia pushed open the door and entered.

"Hi boss."

"Young Miss, you're back."

New members will call her boss.

The older members who watched her grow up habitually call her Miss.

Have Silver and Myles returned?

"not yet."

Navia nodded: "Okay, the kitchen is this way."

Once in the kitchen, Navia pushed Luna to the dining table and then pressed her shoulders to help her sit down.

Without even asking her what she wanted to eat, he skillfully started cracking eggs.

I thought she was going to make a simple fried egg, but then Navia took out sugar and almonds.

Before long, a freshly baked, delicious-looking macaron was placed in front of Luna.

"To be honest, my specialty is making desserts. Don't these macarons look incredibly appetizing?"

As she spoke, Navia brought over two cups of black tea.

Luna exclaimed, "Your skills do look excellent! You could make a fortune if you opened a pastry shop!"

"Thank you for the compliment. If I hadn't become the president, I might have given it a try..."

Navia sat opposite her, her hands supporting her chin, her smile full of anticipation.

"You eat first, and see how it tastes. If you like it, I'll bring you more next time, as a treat for your performance."

Navia's smile was always contagious, and Luna couldn't help but smile back, saying, "You'll have to come see my performance for me to accept."

"I will definitely go see it."

Luna picked up a macaron and popped it into her mouth.

Although she calls herself a white cat, she doesn't have a cat's tongue.

With its soft texture, sweet taste, and the smile across from her, Luna chewed while giving a thumbs-up with both hands.

"How many points?"

"Full marks."

Navia brushed a strand of hair from her face: "Hmm, just as I expected. My intuition tells me that Lulu, you must really like desserts."

I don't really like it that much.

Luna took a sip of red tea and started chatting with Navia.

"The case is closed. What do you think will become of your theater troupe? After all, the playwright caused such a serious incident."

Luna sipped her black tea: "Not very good."

Navia asked in confusion, "Why? Once you lose your reputation, it's very difficult to get it back."

There are many solutions.

There are plenty of ways to restructure a theater troupe, or even dismantle it entirely.

"After all, it was only the screenwriter who had the accident, and besides..."

Luna pressed her hand to her chest, a smile on her face.

"The main characters who solved this case are you and me, both members of the same theater troupe, and one whose father was accused of injustice... With a little publicity, the direction of the case will change."

Ordinary people have limited access to information, and whoever controls these channels can obtain the "truth".

“But that doesn’t prove whether Father is innocent or not.” Navia stroked her teacup.

"Of course there's nothing we can do, but you've protected the Rose Society your father left behind. I think he'd be happy to know that."

Navia chuckled softly, "Well... um, but I don't think he'll show it. He's always been like this, never revealing his true thoughts."

Navia leaned back in her chair, tilted her head back, and let out a long breath.

She remained silent for a long time.

"Why did the Phantom Thief White Cat attack the Les trafficking gang before?"

This is a really sudden problem.

But Luna simply replied nonchalantly, "I don't know, maybe it was just a whim."

She acted as if she were an indifferent bystander. Navia looked at her without any suspicion, but her eyes still gleamed with contemplation.

"The Phantom Thief of Justice?" That's what the newspaper wrote, with a question mark.

"Seems to be."

Navia leaned forward: "What do you think?"

"Phantom Thief?"

"Correct."

Luna put down her teacup: "If she is righteous, then what about Miss Shavorei and the others? Besides, I don't think she's the kind of person who likes to be defined as 'righteous' or 'unrighteous'."

He'll be seen as a righteous phantom thief, stealing treasures:

"How could you do this? How could you do this?!"

He was mistaken for an unjust phantom thief, and ended up casually beating up a few thugs:

"Phantom thief, my god...we love you!"

troublesome.

"is it?"

"Correct."

Navia stared intently at her: "You really believe that."

"Because I know what criminals are thinking."

"...Yes, indeed."

Navia lay on the table, looking at Luna: "You said before that you didn't want to understand the psychology of criminals, but during the trial, every word you said hit the other party's weak point exactly."

"I don't want to."

Luna patted her belly, thoroughly satisfied with her meal.

She smiled slightly: "But how can you know they are absolutely unforgivable people if you don't try to understand them?"

Only when you understand can you beat someone without any reservations.

Of course, you can beat them up even if you don't understand, but you can beat them up more satisfyingly once you understand their thoughts.

"I see, um... I understand. Indeed, only after understanding the enormity of their crimes can one act with greater abandon."

"That's it."

Navia straightened up and took a sip of black tea to moisten her throat. Her moist lips twitched slightly.

"The Phantom Thief White Cat stole Uncle Marcel's Tears of a Maiden and 'The Smile of Frynn,' making her undoubtedly an enemy of our Rose Society. But this time, I want to applaud her."

“‘Well done!’—that’s what I wanted to say to her.”

Navia sighed, "But I guess there's nothing we can do. She's elusive; we don't even know where she is."

Right in front of you.

"Lulu, can you deduce where she might have gone?"

I'm pushing myself?

"This question is too difficult, Lulu can't do it."

Hey.

Navia sighed, "Indeed, without any information, it's impossible to deduce the phantom thief's whereabouts."

Aren't you going to complain about what you just said?

814 The Thirty-year-old Kirin

Do you think the Phantom Thief has a home?

"There should be some, they're not stray cats," Luna said helplessly.

It seems that Navia is quite interested in "Phantom Thief White Cat".

Although Luna didn't dislike this, it still gave her a headache if she kept being asked about it.

Let's change the subject.

Speaking of which... Luna stared at Navia's face, and such a direct gaze was naturally caught by Navia.