Furina, Please Let Me Steal Your Heart!

Chevreuse pulled up a chair, placing it in front of Luna, then took a seat.

"Enough with the small talk. It's time to lay everything out in the open."

"Are you serious? Do you think this is some kind of interrogation?"

"Yes."

Luna laughed nonchalantly. "Well, you haven't exactly caught me, have you? As long as my hands and feet aren't securely bound, I don't see any reason to confess everything to you."

She leaned forward, her legs crossed, the eyes beneath her mask gleaming brightly.

"How about we play a game of mutual questions and answers? How about that as a deal?"

"...I see no reason to accept."

Luna twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Then I see no reason to give you what you want. You need me, don't you? But I don't need you, or anyone else, for that matter."

It wasn't fair.

But fairness itself isn't always present in every situation.

"You want me to investigate the Confrerie, don't you?" Chevreuse leaned back against the chair, crossing her arms.

It's been so many days already. Even the most casual observer would have noticed that by now.

A Phantom Thief never does anything that doesn't benefit them in some way.

"You've already figured it out, then?"

"You need the Special Task Force, just as I need you."

Luna mused, "Really? I did take down the Sinthe trafficking ring before you lot, you know?"

Her posture relaxed as she shifted her hands to the small of her back.

From this angle, her chest was still quite noticeable. A thought flashed through Chevreuse's mind: Can her body change too?

Of course, it was an irrelevant question; anyone could pad themselves out with a cushion or such.

"Do you want to see?"

"What?"

"My skin. For someone like Miss Chevreuse, knowing more about my body would make it easier to catch me, wouldn't it?" Luna pulled at her collar.

Naturally, there were no distinguishing features visible above that could serve as clues.

All Chevreuse could see was skin as fair and pristine as ice and jade.

Chevreuse's gaze remained cold. "I'm not interested. And I remember every word you've said, and how many times you've said it."

To avoid further punishment after being caught, I should probably shut up. Even if Chevreuse didn't say it outright, Luna could read her expression clearly.

"Yes, yes," Luna reined in her smile. "Let's get to the point. I don't need any of you. I only gave you this information for my own convenience."

It didn't matter who the worker bees were.

Besides Chevreuse, Luna could also approach Navia or Charlotte...

"Anyone who wants to know the truth, I can ask them to lend me a hand."

Luna lifted one leg, tapping lightly on Chevreuse's knee with the tip of her shoe.

Chevreuse brushed it aside with a sigh. "What is it you want to know?"

"What kind of person does Miss Chevreuse like?"

"Are you trying to pull a fast one on me?"

What kind of question was that?

Luna lay back down. "If you don't talk, I'm going home."

Chevreuse narrowed her eyes, exasperated. "It definitely won't be someone like you."

"How very sad."

"It's my turn now."

Chevreuse pondered for a moment, deciding what question to ask, determined to tackle the most crucial matter first.

"What are the Tears of a Maiden?"

It was indeed a question that went straight to the heart of the matter. Luna smiled. "They are treasures forged from the tears of young maidens."

"Answer me honestly. We have an agreement."

"I am telling you the truth. It's not a riddle, nor is it a poem, but the most absolute truth... Watch."

With a flip of her hand, Luna produced a soft blue glow between her fingers.

It was unmistakably the radiance of the Tears of a Maiden.

She had actually brought the treasure with her?

No, it must have been planned in advance—Luna had come prepared, bringing the treasure specifically to show me...

The thought flashed through Chevreuse's mind as she stepped closer to Luna, reaching out.

"Oh, do you want it? I can't let you have it like that." Luna flipped her hand again, concealing the Tears of a Maiden.

Chevreuse wasn't surprised. "Aren't you exactly what you want to give it to me? So the Special Task Force can continue their investigation as you desire?"

"That's right."

"Then hand it over."

Luna smiled. "I don't want to."

Chevreuse furrowed her brow. "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?"

Seeing Luna's seemingly defenseless face, with its enigmatic smile, Chevreuse hesitated not at all. She immediately pinned Luna down and drew her pistol.

Her voice was cold. "Quit beating around the bush."

The gun barrel was level with Luna's face.

Most people, finding their vision blocked by the black maw of a gun, would be petrified beyond reason. Not Luna—she looked unruffled as ever.

"Do we really have to point our guns at each other like this every time?" she asked, shifting her own gun, Chevreuse could feel slight pressure press into her abdomen.

"This is all your fault," Chevreuse stated with equal fearlessness.

At this distance and angle, she could easily tear off Luna's mask. But what was the point? It was the face under the mask that truly misled others. Just as Luna had said earlier—

But once I put on a mask, you know who I am, right?

Luna: "....."

Chevreuse: "....."

This is just as pointless, Chevreuse thought, preparing to lower her gun. But Luna beat her to it, putting away her own pistol and gently kissing the muzzle of Chevreuse's gun.

(TL Note: Shes wild lmao)

"If you think blaming everything on me will make you feel better, I don't mind."

Chevreuse looked away. "...Don't dirty my handgun."

"I'm just blessing it for you."

"Is this a joke?"

"No."

Chevreuse twirled her gun and tucked it away. "That's even funnier. What do you want? Treasure?"

"I've said before that I don't like being given things, but... in a way, there is something I want."

"What?" Chevreuse asked, confused.

Luna pointed at Chevreuse's eyepatch.

"I want this."

Chevreuse was silent for a moment before asking, "My eyes?"

Luna smiled. "Miss Captain's imagination is quite vivid. But if you could let me kiss your eyes, that wouldn't be unacceptable."

"...Pervert."

"That's slander," Luna retorted.

Chevreuse detached herself from Luna and drew back. "I'm simply stating facts."

"I want a eyepatch."

"... Why would you want it?"

Lying on her side, Luna's golden hair cascaded onto the bedsheet, yet it didn't blur her radiant smile.

"For my collection?"

Chevreuse's expression darkened, but upon seeing the 'Tears of a Maiden' she held, she closed her eyes. After a moment of silence, she removed the eyepatch.

"You're exchanging a piece of jewelry for a eyepatch? Your values are truly peculiar."

"The jewels have no use for me anyway."

Luna caught the thrown eyepatch and tossed back the 'Tears of a Maiden'.

Without a hint of hesitation?

Chevreuse grabbed the 'Tears of a Maiden' and examined it closely.

Just as described, it was genuine, but seemed to lack any unique qualities.

No wonder; after all, she possessed a Vision of pyro nature, not hydro.

"Then stop stealing them."

"The jewels may have no use for me, but that doesn't mean other treasures won't." Luna rested her chin in her hand, her languid pose reminiscent of a painting's protagonist.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you don't have any other treasures, either."

Chevreuse snorted. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind returning everything you've swiped, would you?"

If she hadn't been hoarding them, they'd call her the White Hamster, not the White Cat.

"Well, I wouldn't mind, but handing over something I worked so hard to steal... isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Between the lines: I want something else.

How thick-skinned could you be? To say it was "unreasonable" to return stolen goods?

Chevreuse crossed her arms, tapping her fingers impatiently on her forearm. "What do you want this time?"

"A kiss from Miss Captain for each treasure, how's that sound?"

"I think it's a fair deal."