Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

She listened carefully to the sound of the gemstone for a while longer.

It's the same as always, I'm still repeating a grade, and there's no new information.

Helpless, Luna could only put it aside and look back at the information on the board. In fact, even to this day, girls are still going missing.

Some are murder cases disguised as serial disappearances;

Some are copycats, and their methods are not consistent;

Everyone wants to know the truth, but there are no definite results yet. If we can figure out the method of the crime, then everything will come to light.

"......"

Luna pondered for a long time.

How exactly did that merchant guild obtain this gem?

"Although I really want to investigate, Fontaine is probably full of security teams and special patrols right now, so even if I wanted to find out, it probably wouldn't be that easy."

Since things have come to this, we can only wait for the storm to pass before seeing what happens.

Luna sat on the bed and took out a pistol: "This isn't something a phantom thief should do."

It should be handed over to detectives and law enforcement officers like the Shadow Chaser.

But if we change our perspective slightly, wouldn't it be interesting to "steal" the truth?

Why should a master thief be confined to stealing treasures in a material sense?

Although the system probably won't give any rewards, as mentioned before, it's up to her to decide what to steal and what kind of phantom thief to be.

"However, that's not something we need to consider right now."

Luna played with the pistol for a while, then picked up "Furyn's Smile".

So cute!

Don't get me wrong, this feeling is perfectly normal.

She certainly likes cute and pretty things and people, but that doesn't mean she has that kind of inclination.

At most, I just want to kiss her on the cheek.

"...Speaking of which, am I a phantom thief?"

So it doesn't seem strange to do that?

While thinking about trivial things, Luna let drowsiness take over her consciousness.

The following day, Steambird News rushed to publish the latest news.

"The Phantom Thief Returns? Who is He Really?"—News about the Phantom Thief White Cat occupied the most prominent page, accompanied by a picture.

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"It's all the phantom thief's fault!"

9: Beware of women who live in rice fields.

The Phantom Thief Returns? Who is He Really?

Last night, an uninvited guest arrived at the art exhibition held by the Gabriel Merchant Guild. This person, claiming to be the Phantom Thief White Cat, had sent a warning letter the day before the incident. Her target was the jewel on display, "The Tears of a Maiden"...

......

The phantom thief, White Cat, claimed that he was not the phantom thief Mink from more than ten years ago, and even boasted: "Phantom thief Mink is just a tasteless guy, I am not like him."

......

It is said that the phantom thief White Cat also stole another important treasure, which is the famous work of art "Furina's Smile".

According to the security team's deduction, the phantom thief White Cat had already stolen the painting before stealing the Maiden's Tears; without a doubt, this was a feint...

......

Mr. Marcel, the president of the Cabrière Chamber of Commerce, denounced the Phantom Thief White Cat, stating that everything was the Phantom Thief White Cat's fault.

The phantom thief, White Cat, has stated that he will not stop there. The Court of Justice urges everyone to take good care of their belongings and report any problems to the police immediately.

Who exactly is the phantom thief, White Cat? The truth remains shrouded in mystery, and this newspaper will continue to follow the developments...

......

"Hmm, the Phantom Thief..."

Inside Momang Palace.

The current water goddess of Fontaine, Funina, is enjoying her breakfast while reading today's news.

Her white and blue gradient hair and her unique heterochromatic eyes with varying shades of blue accentuate her distinctive appearance, while the form-fitting dress further enhances her charm.

The premise is to ignore the fact that people's hearts are actually quite flat.

With no one around, she lazily crossed her slightly thin but fair legs, savoring the rare moments of solitude she had each day.

Upon seeing Marcel's photo, Funina couldn't help but chuckle: "That expression, hahaha! This reporter really did a great job."

After popping the pastry into her mouth and licking her fingertips, Funina's gaze fell on the next line.

"Huh? Why did they steal my portrait too?"

Could it be that...

"She's actually a huge fan of mine?"

Why not steal something else, but her portrait?

That must be it! Funina sighed with a smile, "Alas, being too popular is a sin, isn't it? Who can blame me for being so popular?"

She closed the newspaper and placed it on the table.

The appearance of the phantom thief was not big news to her; she had witnessed the history of Fontaine over the past few hundred years with her own eyes.

Since ancient times, Fontaine has been home to many strange characters.

Whether there's one more phantom thief or one less, it makes no difference.

More important than that is everything that follows.

Funina stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

"It's another new day..."

After muttering to herself, she slapped her cheeks hard.

It's time to go on stage.

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

The morning sunlight shone on her face, and Luna's long, slender eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Um......."

She slowly opened her eyes, and after vaguely realizing that it was already morning, Luna slowly got up.

After staring blankly in bed for a while, I reluctantly moved to the bathroom to wash up.

Getting up is always the most painful time.

She casually made herself a breakfast: toast with eggs, jam, and a glass of warm milk. Then she took today's newspaper from the mailbox by the door.

"puff--"

Then, upon opening the page and seeing the photo prominently displayed on the homepage, Luna couldn't hold back and immediately burst out laughing.

Simply put, this expression is just too classic.

The news content itself wasn't anything special; the reporter, Charlotte, would embellish the story for dramatic effect, but she didn't distort the truth.

I don't know if other tabloids would do the same.

But public opinion is irrelevant to Luna.

She's not going to act as some kind of champion of justice.

Luna leisurely finished her breakfast and then changed into her everyday clothes. She was going somewhere today.

That's the Senori-ya.

Since I've decided to become a musical actor, I need to be fully prepared.

The first step is to find a suitable theater troupe, and then conduct interviews.

If possible, it would be best to get a leading role.

Moreover, it can't be an ordinary theater company. If you want to quickly gain popularity, you have to find a theater company that can perform at the Opiclie Opera.

Admittedly, this is somewhat overambitious, but she doesn't have the patience to start from supporting roles, from the very beginning.

“Since I already have professional acting skills and near-perfect singing ability, why can’t I take the most important lead role in one fell swoop?” Luna said, turning around in front of the mirror.

She will give everyone the most dazzling stage, as long as they want.

Luna put on her boots and stepped out of her house. She walked to a corner of the street and stopped in front of a clothing store.

I looked up and glanced at the signboard—Chiori-ya.

Her old friend is the owner of this clothing store.

Luna pushed open the door without hesitation, and the bell at the door rang crisply, attracting the attention of the person who was drawing at the table.

"Welcome...it's you."

A lukewarm voice came through.

Luna smiled and said, "That's a rather lukewarm reaction. Shouldn't you be more enthusiastic when you see a friend?"

"Yes."