Furina, Please Let Me Steal Your Heart!

The Phantom Thief White Cat—a figure now known to all in Fontaine.

No one knew her code of conduct, and what she herself claimed was the truth—that she had no particular reason for her actions.

Could a person truly perform an action without any reason at all?

A momentary doubt flashed through Navia's mind, perhaps an intuition or merely a flight of fancy... She admitted to harboring certain expectations about the Phantom Thief White Cat.

But a thief never acts according to others' expectations.

Though a faint smile often played at her lips, it didn't make her seem more approachable.

Proud, elegant... Her every movement was as sharp and forceful as the blade she wielded.

With a flash of steel, strands of golden hair twirled through the air.

Navia halted her retreat, her gaze grave.

"Mesmerizingly fast... Beyond belief..."

Though Luna's approach to utilizing wind elemental power was simplistic, her exceptional physical coordination allowed her to accelerate and decelerate with ease, as effortless as turning over her hand.

Every motion was an expression of extreme speed.

"Miss..."

Navia glanced back at the downed members of the Spina di Rosula lying on the ground.

As the battle commenced, Luna charged towards them first, using her simple yet remarkably precise punches and kicks to take down each opponent one by one.

Silver and Melus were among them.

Navia smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to lose!"

However, whether she would win remained to be seen.

Luna's hand glided over her sword, and she chuckled softly. "Miss Navia, why don't you put down your weapon and come have a drink with me? My treat."

"Excuse me, but I'll have to decline. I'm not in the mood for such things until I have you in custody." Navia picked up her umbrella.

It was called an umbrella, but in reality, it was a firearm.

More specifically, it was a scatter... umbrella-gun.

By pulling back, loading, and firing, several powerful rock-elemental shards would blast away any enemies blocking her path.

The fact that Navia was using such a weapon indicated only one thing—she was deadly serious.

"Give up and surrender, Phantom Thief White Cat!"

A kick sent the axe flying, its spinning blade hurtling straight for Luna's face.

"You're clearly a young lady, but your fighting style carries a hint of savagery amidst its elegance." Luna remarked while deftly returning the axe with a kick.

Wind elements converged at her feet, effortlessly sending the axe blade flying. Yet she controlled the force with exquisite precision, allowing the blade to land softly, like a kite with its string cut.

By then, Navia was no longer in her original spot.

Sensing the approaching presence, Luna looked up.

"Frontal assault!"

The tips of her parasols blazed with brilliant light, and in the next instant, multiple shrapnel fragments erupted towards their target.

You won't escape this time! Navia thought triumphantly.

But to her utter astonishment, Luna suddenly transformed into a water bird. With a powerful leap from the ground, she soared upwards like a shooting star, spinning through the air and effortlessly evading the shrapnel.

"Hydro element?! But how...?"

How can this be possible? Controlling two types of elements simultaneously...

No, I recalled hearing about the Fatui of Snezhnaya, who possessed something called a Delusion, capable of releasing element energy.

Moreover, the renowned blond traveler from abroad could also control multiple elements.

Her thoughts flashed as she quickly adjusted her posture to land.

One shot isn't enough! Here comes another!

Ping, ping, ping! Continuous shrapnel fired into the night, but still failed to catch the phantom thief turned water bird.

How can this be... Wait, no...

If I wasn't seeing things, that water bird had just accelerated with wind element energy in mid-air!

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, it was true.

The bird's feet pressed against nothingness, followed by a sudden burst of wind element flow.

As it flew beneath the bright moon, water light dispersed. Luna resumed human form, a cold gleam appearing in her hand.

"Don't blink now."

"Not good!" Navia reacted swiftly, but just as she took a step, the streak of light stabbed into the floor before her feet.

It was a flying knife.

Navia retreated another step, but the floor beside her heel was sealed by another flying knife.

There was no escape, no retreat.

Luna gracefully landed, the blade gleaming with water light, ready to deliver the final blow.

This combat prowess, two elemental powers... Could you possibly be from the Fatui? Navia didn't panic; she still had her trump card.

"I didn't expect you to misunderstand like this. No, I'm not from the Fatui," Luna replied with surprising certainty.

Taken aback, Navia couldn't help but ask, "Then who exactly are you...?"

"Just a Phantom Thief who loves stealing beautiful treasures," Luna said as she smiled and swung her blade at Navia.

Now's my chance!

"Fire!" Navia pointed at Luna, her parasol unleashing a barrage of golden bullets from her cannon. Shells rained down on Luna, covering the sky.

But this was merely a diversion, a smoke screen.

With a swift kick, Navia sent several rocks flying. Using their height to leap up, she jumped into the air. Amidst the interlocking shells, she aimed her gun at Luna.

Bam, bam, bam! Continuous fire from the wand and the cannon bombarded, sending earth and dust skyward.

Navia landed, gasping for breath. "I must've hit this time..."

Click.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling clearly reached her ears.

Navia's eyes widened as she looked up. The dust had dispersed, revealing Luna's figure before her.

Her mask... had fallen off.

"..." Navia involuntarily held her breath, her gaze moving to Luna's face.

She wanted to know the Phantom Thief's true appearance.

To know the Phantom Thief's real identity.

Just who was the Phantom Thief White Cat?

Navia's eyes shimmered slightly, a face mapping into her pupils.

"You... you're..."

"...Who?"

It was an unfamiliar face.

Moreover, the golden hair had turned silver... Could this be the Phantom Thief's true appearance?

Had she been disguising her appearance all along?

Luna picked up the mask and put it back on her face.

"I didn't expect to be caught off guard by you, Miss Navia. Except for you, no one else has seen my true face. You truly live up to being the boss of the Spina di Rosula." She smiled.

How could she be so calm?

"...I've seen your face now. How can you still be so composed?"

"Anger brings impulse, sorrow causes hesitation."

Luna twirled her sword with flourish. "So I will never feel fear nor lament any loss. Even if my face has been exposed here today, none of you can still hope to truly capture me."

Navia frowned. Wasn't that just saying all their efforts were futile? She didn't believe it at all.

"Not true. We will catch you, I've already memorized your face."

Luna dusted off her clothes, revealing a sweet smile. "Then please remember me constantly, even in your dreams," she said, her voice clear as the morning sky.

Just like a lead actress on the opera stage, Luna glided to Navia's side. In seconds, countless footsteps echoed as they approached.

Luna pressed her fingers to her chest, leaning in close. "This way, you'll understand that what you've seen, felt, and believed to be true all along was merely a 'truth' made by man."

Bang! The shelter room's door flew open with a kick.

"Freeze, this is—"

Before Chevreuse could finish, she sensed something was off. The Spina member lying on the floor, Navia standing there, and combat evidence at a glance... she sighed, already understanding the sequence of events.

"She escaped?" she asked.

"Um... my apologies."

"It's quite alright."

Chevreuse couldn't imagine the Phantom Thief White Cat being caught so easily.

Besides... she needed information about the thief.

"But I did see it."

"...What?"

Navia murmured, "The Phantom Thief White Cat's face. Her real face."

Chevreuse's expression turned to one of shock.

Tirena said excitedly, "Doesn't that mean we can catch her quickly now?!"

Wait... Chevreuse's eyes narrowed.

This could very well be a trick; the deceitful cat wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

Where is she? She has to be watching us still.

Chevreuse began sensing for gazes. By some mysterious means, she caught a familiar one and followed it.

Sure enough, Luna was perched on the roof of a building in the distance, her legs crossed. Even from afar, Chevreuse knew Luna was definitely smiling.

Was that a deliberate reveal of her "true form"...?

After a brief, across-the-room stare-down, Chevreuse looked away.

"...Well then, please come along with us. I'd like you to help by recording what you've seen and describe her appearance," she said casually, as if she hadn't even noticed Luna's presence.