Funina, please let me steal your heart!

Considering her future arrangements, she should go to bed immediately to get enough rest.

But I can't sleep.

It wasn't because she was still having nightmares, she just simply couldn't fall asleep.

There will always be nights like this in life, let alone for an ordinary person like her?

"................." Funina stood up and walked to the mirror.

She gently stroked the mirror, and her expression was reflected in the mirror.

I am worried and tired.

This was a look she absolutely could not reveal in front of the "audience", but at this moment she was the only one here.

There is no stage, no lights, and no audience.

"You are not a god, but you have to pretend to be one... How long has it been since that day?"

She is not a god.

Although she definitely cannot be called an ordinary person...after all, she has lived for so long and her appearance has never changed, but she is definitely not the water god of Fontaine.

In the distant past, when her first consciousness was born, she saw the person in the mirror.

White hair, strange two-color eyes, it's exactly like me.

But the man in the mirror spoke:

"The disaster of Fontaine will happen sooner or later, and everything will come true as the prophecy says."

The prophecy is that everyone will dissolve in the sea, leaving only the water god weeping alone on the throne. Only then will the sins of the people of Fontaine be washed away.

This is an ancient prophecy, but it is gradually becoming a reality.

The water level in Fontaine has been rising for hundreds of years, and perhaps the disaster predicted will come soon.

The man in the mirror said to her again:

"I have a way to save everyone, but... you need to endure some pain."

Why me?

This was Funina's first thought.

But one side of the scale is the disappearance and death of all people, and the other side is just her pain, and the two can be balanced and equivalent.

If allowing myself to endure this kind of pain could result in a future that was completely opposite to the one predicted, then there would be no need to think twice.

So she accepted the proposal of the person in the mirror.

"Fontaine has just lost the God of Water. I want you to play the role of 'God'."

To act means to act.

Pretend to be a god and fool everyone.

"Then you will go through long years until a great dramatic trial brings it to an end. And then Fontaine will have its true future."

"You must not let anyone expose your identity, otherwise your last hope will disappear."

Countless days and nights have passed since that day.

The prophecy seemed to be coming true little by little, and she couldn't stop it no matter what she did.

When is the day of end that she in the mirror mentioned?

"When will it end?" Funina asked softly.

Of course, no one responded to her.

Finina sighed softly and turned around: "Really, at least give me some other abilities."

She was supposed to play the role of the water god, but she couldn't even do a simple water element spray.

Do you want her to hide two water guns in her sleeves?

"...So boring."

I can't sleep and there's nothing to do.

After some thought, Funina decided to go out for a walk. She didn't plan to go too far, just relax on the beach outside Fontaine.

The most important thing to be a God is to maintain your mindset!

If your mentality breaks down, your acting skills will also break down.

It won't be funny if you can't hold it in anymore, you'll die... in every sense of the word!

the other side.

Luna put down the newspaper and sat at the window looking at the street view of Fontaine.

Of course she knew who the criminal reported in the news was.

Alechino. Her "father", the master of the Hearth House, the fourth seat of the Fatui's executive officer - "servant".

She is also her benefactor and family.

"She's still the same as before."

Have the children search for intelligence and mark their prey.

Then hunt.

A considerable number of the people she killed were extremely evil, and her actions were also labeled as lynching.

Alkion and his companions were but twelve of the many souls she had slain.

Luna will never forget the night when Alechino splattered blood all over the floor.

I can't forget what Alecino did.

"Nice ears, you can use them for eavesdropping. From now on, learn to use them." Alechino rubbed Linnet's cat ears with one hand, his tone cold.

"And you..."

Their eyes met.

Alechino's gaze was calm, seemingly without any emotion.

"well done."

Then he placed his hand on her head and stroked it gently a few times.

She retracted her scattered thoughts and looked into the distance in silence.

Luna: “................”

Although it was late at night, she was not sleepy at all, perhaps because she had slept too long yesterday and was still full of energy, or perhaps because she was recalling the past and couldn't get rid of it.

But if you ask her whether she wants to do something, she can't answer.

Chizhi should be asleep now. I can't just run to her house and squeeze into her bed.

"Sisters, squeeze in, it's lonely."

If I said that, I would definitely be scolded by Chizhi.

Navia should be asleep now.

"Well.....why not just go for a drive outside."

After relaxing for a while, you should be able to fall asleep.

I might as well take a look around and maybe get some information about treasures.

"Ah, come to think of it, I haven't used my points yet. But there's no rush."

Since we have to try our luck in finding information about the treasure, we have to attack in the form of a phantom thief.

After changing into a thief costume and putting on a mask, Luna leaped into the night sky.

After a while, the treasure was not found, but an unexpected figure was discovered.

"That's...Funina?"

Where is she going alone so late?

Curiosity tickled Luna's heart. She hesitated for half a second before deciding to change her target.

Treasure? What treasure can compare to the God of Fontaine?

The answer is no!

"Hmm..."

Furninna suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

I feel like someone is watching me. Is it an illusion?

63: Is it me who wants to take it for myself?

Furninha has a hobby that few people know about.

Of course, it wasn't about performing or eating dessert.

For her, eating desserts is as natural as eating air. There is no need to single it out as a hobby!

Her hobby is simple - playing with small animals.

Cats, dogs, birds, squirrels... As long as it is a creature that she thinks is cute, Furninna will want to approach it and try to play with it.

It has been hundreds of years, and countless people have watched it, and people are tired of it.

Dealing with people is never an easy thing, and it will cause a psychological burden over time.

But animals are different.

They just follow their nature, which is pure as hell.

Especially the bang bang beast, a specialty of Fontainebleau.

A snow-white belly, a round body, smooth skin and big watery eyes.

Cute, no words needed.

But most importantly, they are mostly docile.

"Found it, found it, hey, long time no see. Huh? You said we haven't met before? Then you must have remembered it wrong!" Funina grabbed the Bulgemon who was resting on the beach.

Shake it back and forth, rock it back and forth, pat its belly or beat it like a drum... as long as you don't show hostility, the Bulgemon will not attack.

It simply raises its head in silent protest and dissatisfaction.

"Are you going to kill me, buddy?" - as if to say.

"I heard that the meat of the Bulge Beast is quite delicious." Funina said to herself.

Puffmon gave him another look that said "Are you serious?"

But this is probably just an illusion.

"I'm just kidding. Come, I brought you some dried fish. Do you want some?"

Bloat lay back down, seemingly uninterested.

Funina was very disappointed: "You don't want to eat! When did you start being picky about food? Forget it, if you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it myself."

She took out a small bag of dried fish, opened the package and prepared to put it in her mouth.

"Mind giving me some, too?"

"Eh?"

The strange smell startled Funina, and she looked in the direction of the voice.

The hazy moonlight bathed her rippling golden hair, and her white and gold clothing was pure and elegant. Luna sat on a boulder on the shore, resting her head on her knees, and gave her a gentle and polite smile.