Funina, please let me steal your heart!

Navia rubbed her lips and thought for a moment.

The Phantom Thief Marten is dead.

But if a new thief appears...

"Uncle Marcelle, let us, the Thorn Rose Society, come and help you!"

Marcelle shook her head and said, "This is not good... It's just a prank at best. There's no need to worry about it, Navia."

"I don't think it's a prank."

"Why do you say that?"

Navia straightened her chest: "Intuition!"

This might sound a little ridiculous, but her intuition was always right.

This is a fact known to all members and allies of the Rose Thorn Society.

After hearing what she said, Marcelle's expression became uncertain, as if he was thinking about something, but in the end, he sighed and nodded.

"Okay, I'll bother you then."

Navia smiled brightly: "What's the trouble? Since you are a friend of the Thorn Rose Society, of course I have to help you!"

But who exactly is this Phantom Thief White Cat?

She squatted down and picked up the torn letter. She was not a detective and could not tell anything from the beautiful handwriting.

But this white cat thief seems to be a female...

"President, should we report the case to the police?" the Chamber of Commerce employee asked anxiously.

"How can we possibly report this? If the security team comes, wouldn't that be the same as saying that we are under threat? The news will definitely leak out."

Navia put away the notice letter, stood up and patted her skirt.

"I think we should tell the security team as well!" She nodded.

"I think the Thorn Rose Society is enough."

Navia smiled and said, "It's hard to say, of course I believe in everyone's ability!"

"But she has set her sights on this exhibition. Either she is reckless or she is well prepared. If we don't take precautions, she might outwit us, and then we won't be able to laugh anymore."

And we still don't know what means she will use.

There were so many guests at the art exhibition. If she blended in or took hostages, it would be difficult to catch her without the help of the security team.

"And if something unexpected happens, the reputation of the Chamber of Commerce will be affected. Didn't Uncle Marcelle always say that trust is the basis of making money?"

Marcelle scratched her head and said, "Oh, you are getting better and better at talking. Okay, okay, uncle will listen to you..."

Navia snapped her fingers: "That's it! Silver, Myles."

The two servants who were waiting not far away came over.

One was a little older, while the other was wearing sunglasses and looked younger.

The older one is Myles.

"Miss, do you want to bring people over?" asked Myles.

"Yes, 20 people are enough."

Silver nodded and said, "I'll go right away."

Silver left in a hurry, and Marcelle also left for the time being, saying that she needed to report the case in person. Navia stayed where she was, crossing her arms, thinking about something.

"What is the young lady thinking about?" Miles asked curiously.

"Oh no, I was just wondering how she would steal the girl's tears."

Miles suddenly realized.

He held up a finger: "Generally speaking, they would blend in with the guests and wait for an opportunity;"

He raised another finger: "Or she will disguise herself as a member of the Chamber of Commerce and secretly switch the items..."

"These are all very common routines." Navia commented.

"Because this way the success rate is the highest, and the least likely is probably to show up in public and take it head-on by force."

There were people from the Thorn Rose Society present.

And there are security guards there.

Any normal person would not choose to confront someone head-on.

....Is this really the case?

Navia frowned slightly, her intuition telling her that things would not be as simple as she imagined.

The next night.

“Welcome to the Art Fair created by the Cabrière Chamber of Commerce!”

“Countless treasures have been gathered here at this moment with the funding of President Marcelle. You may as well enjoy them and immerse yourself in the world of art.”

"And in thirty minutes, the 'beauty' that you've all been waiting for will appear, so stay tuned!"

As the host's voice fell, the art exhibition officially began.

It's called an exhibition, but it's more like a social venue like a banquet, except there's no alcohol or food.

Everyone was dressed gorgeously, behaved elegantly, and laughed happily to the romantic melody performed by a famous band.

Navia looked around and whispered, "There are really a lot of people in the security team."

Silver pushed up his sunglasses and whispered, "I heard that when the Phantom Thief Marten was doing evil, the security team was slow to catch him, so some 'newspaper companies' succeeded."

"is it?"

Miles continued, "Well, according to my memory... although the public opinion was suppressed at that time, it still made the Law Enforcement Court lose face, so it is not surprising that the security team would pay attention to this 'Phantom Thief White Cat' this time."

"That means it's a war of revenge." Navia suddenly realized.

"But that's not one person," said Silver.

"As long as they are Phantom Thieves, they must be caught."

Time passed while we were chatting.

When I came to my senses, the host appeared again.

"Here it comes." Navia said to herself.

Myles took out his pocket watch: "Well...it's time."

"But what about the Phantom Thief?" Silver asked in confusion.

"Maybe he's in the crowd, keep an eye on him."

"Order."

Navia glanced at the guests who were looking expectant, and returned her gaze to the stage in front of her.

The host cleared his throat and smiled, "The time has come. I'm sure you can't wait any longer!"

"Urgent, urgent, urgent!"

"Yeah, I'm so anxious. Where are my girl's tears? Let me take a look!"

“They’ll do anything!”

The host raised his hands and lightly pressed them. The scene soon quieted down.

He paced back and forth, pretending to be mysterious, "But before I reveal it, let me keep you in suspense. As you know, the value of a gem is determined by people, but that's because the gem doesn't impress everyone."

"People have different definitions of beauty. What you think is beautiful may not be considered so by others. But to say that there is no absolute beauty, no universally recognized beauty, is a big mistake..."

"Why am I so sure? You will understand next."

He raised his hand and made room.

"Let us invite our dear President Marcelle to reveal to us the embodiment of 'beauty'!"

Amidst the applause, Marcelle walked to the side of the pedestal with a smile.

He picked up a corner of the cover and slowly lifted it up. Everyone stretched their necks to look inside.

And just at this moment...

The sound of shattering echoed throughout the space.

Navia subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and what caught her eyes was the flying glass...

And that flawless beautiful figure.

She landed lightly on the ground, her dazzling blonde hair attracted more attention than any other work, and her white and gold outfit fit her body tightly. At first glance, she looked like a "prince" who had suddenly appeared.

But the mask covering his eyes and the sword and spear at his waist told everyone that he was not friendly.

Luna bowed slightly and saluted.

"The Phantom Thief White Cat has arrived as promised. I will take the Girl's Tears."

4: The beginning of bad fate

The Phantom Thief is really here!

But what surprised Navia was not only this, but more importantly, her appearance was totally different from what Navia had imagined.

Crashed directly through the glass window?

According to the novel, shouldn't the lights suddenly go out, and when everyone is anxious, the lights suddenly come on again, only to find that the important treasure has disappeared?

And he didn't blend into the crowd and wait for an opportunity to strike; he just barged in.

Silver muttered, "This is more like a robber than a thief?"

He spoke Navia's true feelings.

But that's not the point anymore.

Because just after Luna introduced herself, her figure disappeared in the blink of an eye. I quickly moved my eyes and caught her figure as she flipped over the pedestal.

And in her hands, the light of the girl's tears was shining.

So fast!

I just sensed the flow of elemental power. Does she also have the Eye of God?

I thought the thief would just leave and run away after stealing, but I didn't expect her to stand firmly on the pedestal, looking at the gem in her hand.

"I see, this is 'Girl's Tears'."

The teardrop-shaped gem is crystal clear, as if without a trace of impurities. The water-like patterns on its surface ripple under the light. It is worthy of being a B-grade treasure and is truly eye-catching.

Luna put away the Girl's Tear and found that the guards and members of the Thorn Rose Society had surrounded her fully armed.

"That's it, you damned criminal, why don't you surrender now!"

"You have no way to escape!"

What a classic plot.

What should I say at this time? Luna thought about it.

"No." - This is too simple and not fancy at all.

"Hehehe, that's a nice thought!" - His words are no different from those of the small fry and villains on the street.

Only then did Luna realize that she had forgotten to prepare one thing.

That's the Phantom Thief's line.

What does it take to be a gorgeous thief?

Should I use a slightly more exaggerated wording, like the goddess Funina of Fontaine?

"Hurry up and kneel on the ground!" The guards approached little by little.