Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

“Luna...”

Upon arriving at the hall, the troupe leader, Romy, wore a complicated expression, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry about what I said to you before—"

"I forgive you... You might be expecting that response, right? No. I don't forgive you." Luna's tone was calm, but it carried an oppressive force that brooked no argument or pleading.

She picked up an apple and a fruit knife from the coffee table and deftly peeled the fruit.

"You abandoned Miss Mary for your own selfish reasons, disregarding the safety of the troupe, and even tried to threaten me with my career."

"Everyone has to pay the price for their actions, don't they?"

Luna cut the apple open and made a decorative cut with a knife.

Only then did Romi remember that she was once a renowned adventurer in the Adventurers' Guild, and although she didn't have the Eye of God, her strength was quite remarkable.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

"What do I have to do for you to forgive me? I'll do anything!"

Luna wiped the knife with a cloth: "No, I won't forgive you. But I don't think we need to make things too awkward, right? After all, we'll still be working together in the future."

"You... still want to stay with the theater troupe?"

"Finding a new one is too much trouble."

Moreover, the Darkmoon Troupe is now essentially under her control, so why abandon it?

Luna sat on the sofa and pushed the cut fruit toward Romy.

"Please have a seat, Commander."

"Okay, okay, I'll sit, I'll sit..."

He carefully sat down opposite him.

"You're sitting here?"

Romy immediately stood up again.

Luna chuckled lightly: "No need to be so nervous. I have no interest in looking at someone like you any longer. From now on, just continue to be your captain. Of course—if I have any suggestions..."

"I will listen!"

"That's right. So when is the next performance?"

"The month after next, but..."

"but?"

Romy said with a troubled expression, "The scripts for our current plays are all written by Judith. You know, she... Now all the things she wrote have become a hot potato."

Nowadays, only people with a sense of curiosity would continue to choose to watch the stories depicted in those scripts.

Luna seemed lost in thought.

In other words, the theater company now needs a new playwright.

Should we hire someone? Or...?

Should I write it myself?

35: The blonde loser won't dream about his rival, Inazuma.

Since the screenwriters have all gone to Mello Petersburg, leaving a vacancy, why can't she become the screenwriter?

If she gains recognition as a screenwriter, she will be able to expand her social circle.

This way, they can find out more about other treasures.

However, creating content is never an easy task and takes a considerable amount of time.

Therefore, Luna decided to shelve the idea.

Anyway, there's no rush. The performance isn't scheduled until the month after next.

"I need to take the day off today."

"Of course, of course..."

Having already become the tyrant of the theater troupe, Luna left the house after uttering these words.

What is she going to do?

Of course, he was resting, but not at home; he was at the Senori-ya.

Ding-a-ling. The doorbell rang crisply.

"Welcome. Custom-made or ready-made... It's you again." Chiori looked up and saw Luna, then lowered her head again, engrossed in making clothes.

Luna laughed and said, "Don't you want to see me?"

"No, it's just that the thought of having another pet in the shop makes me want to sigh."

"Want me to scratch my chin to relax?"

"I don't have that kind of fetish."

This doesn't really count as a fetish, does it?

Luna casually lay on the sofa: "Look, I'm all ready to scratch you, even your tummy."

How much at a time?

"One hundred million. After all, I'm a popular leading actress."

"They really know how to inflate their own value."

"Because I know my own limitations."

"You're definitely overweight, go lose weight."

Luna gave a soft hum and didn't say anything.

Chiori glanced at her and sighed, "If you're going to stay in the store, don't bother me. I need to concentrate now—and just wait, you're going to be the model next."

"Looks like it's another person who's just as good as me."

“Yes, he’s a man,” Chiori said casually.

"That's so unfair! I'm not that small, just a little smaller than the standard size. If the standard size is B, then I'm B-."

Chiori said irritably, "Whatever, just behave yourself."

If you keep talking to her, she really will take action.

Never mess with Chiori—this is an unwritten rule that everyone, whether they know her or not, must abide by, or they'll be in for a lesson.

"well."

"The book is over there, you can read it yourself."

This tone is just like that of a child who's only going through the motions when visiting their mother at work.

As Luna pondered this, she casually picked up a novel and lazily lay down on the sofa, flipping through it amidst the sound of her sewing machine.

Ding-a-ling. The doorbell rang.

"joyous--"

Before Chiori could finish speaking, a cheerful voice rang out.

"Is Chiori there? I need a custom-made dress!"

Navia pushed open the door and walked in with a smile.

Chiori sighed, thinking to herself that another troublesome person had arrived.

But at least they are guests.

"Huh? Lulu! You're here too? What are you doing?"

“She is being raised by Chiori.”

Chiori put down her work and said expressionlessly, "Don't listen to her nonsense."

"Meow."

Chiori decisively ignored Luna, who was trying to tease her, and instead began to ask Navia about her customization requirements.

"Let's get this straight, a ten-meter-tall top hat is impossible."

She had suddenly come up with the idea to ask Chiori to make such a hat before.

Chiori, recalling all those strange and unusual design requests from before, felt compelled to offer a heads-up.

Navia gave an awkward smile: "I know, I know. I didn't mean to wear a hat that would make people laugh at a formal occasion. My requirements are very simple: a dress that is suitable for me to attend the banquet!"

banquet?

Luna felt as if she had smelled a treasure; she put down her novel.

"What party?"

Chiori was very satisfied with Navia's requirements and had already begun designing.

She likes this kind of client who gives the service provider free rein.

Navia had no intention of going back now, but sat on the armrest of the sofa, looking very happy.

"Yesterday's trial salvaged some of the reputation of the Rose Society. This morning, someone invited our Rose Society to a banquet. Oh, by the way—"

Suddenly she remembered something and pulled out an envelope.

"Lulu, you've been invited too!"

The envelope was still warm and carried the scent of Navia's perfume.

Upon opening the letter, the contents were simple: a sincere invitation to attend a banquet hosted by high-society figures.

finally come.

This is the perfect time to gather information about the treasure!

Luna read aloud, "You can bring your friends along."