Furina, Please Let Me Steal Your Heart!

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The Phantom Thief had truly come!

The Phantom Thief had truly come!

But what astonished Navia even more was that Luna's entrance didn't remotely match her imagination.

From crashing through a glass window?

In a traditional tale, shouldn't the lights suddenly go out amidst nervous anticipation, only to return and reveal the priceless treasure had vanished?

Moreover, Luna hadn't even tried hiding among the crowd for an opportunity. She'd just barged right in.

Silver grumbled, "Rather than calling her a Phantom Thief, shouldn't we say she's more like a common burglar?"

He'd uttered exactly what Navia was thinking.

However, that was no longer the issue at hand.

For right after Luna introduced herself, her figure vanished in the blink of an eye. It took a quick shift in gaze to catch sight of her leaping over the pedestal.

In her hand, the Tears of a Maiden glimmered brilliantly.

How fast she is!

Having just sensed the flow of elemental forces, could she also possess a vision?

Luna had expected the Phantom Thief to make a hasty escape after the theft, but instead, she found the thief standing steadily on the pedestal, examining the gem in her hand.

"So this is the 'Tears of a Maiden,'" she mused aloud.

The droplet-shaped gem sparkled with a crystalline clarity, as if devoid of any impurities. The fluid-like patterns within the stone shimmered under the lighting, truly deserving of its B-grade status as a treasure. It was a sight that captivated the onlookers, making it hard for them to look away.

As Luna carefully stored the "Tears of a Maiden," she realized that the security forces and members of the Thorny Rose Society had surrounded her, armed and ready.

"Stop right there, you damned thief! It's time to surrender!"

"You've reached a dead end now!"

What a classic scenario, Luna mused.

What should I say at a time like this? she pondered.

"Don't." - That seemed too simplistic, lacking the required flourish.

"Heh-heh-heh, dreaming in your dreams!" - Such words would make her sound no different from the petty thugs on the streets.

It was then that Luna realized her oversight. She hadn't prepared what a Phantom Thief should say.

How can I embody the essence of a dashing Phantom Thief? she wondered.

Should I perhaps exaggerate my words a little? Maybe emulate the style of Furina, Fontaine's divine being?

The security forces were steadily approaching. If I don't say something now, it'll be too late.

Oh well... Luna placed her hand dramatically upon her chest and made an elegant spin. "What a truly enthusiastic crowd! Alas, this stage is far too small. If you wish for me to stay, you'd at least need to offer me a hundred 'Tears of a Maiden,' wouldn't you?"

"Never! You're coming down here right now!"

The words had barely left her mouth when a blade streaked towards her knees.

Luna, however, arched her back and leapt, landing gracefully on the wall like a cat.

"This welcome is a bit too enthusiastic," she quipped. "Since the treasure is in my hands now, please excuse me. Until we meet again."

She gathered wind elements at her feet, then burst forth.

Her sudden acceleration transformed her into a white blur. She soared above countless heads, landing at the entrance without a sound, evading both the security guards and Spina di Rosula pursuers before disappearing into the night.

Miles sighed. "Indeed, she's as agile as a cat. It's quite the sight."

Silver remarked, "But her hair is golden like our young mistress's. Why call her the White Cat instead of the Golden Cat?"

"Well, with that outfit, we might as well call her Platinum Cat. But there's no time to ponder that now. She stole the Tears of a Maiden. We should give chase!"

With that, Navia strode away at top speed.

Her figure was far from graceful; not a hint of feminine poise in her movements.

Miles shook his head. "Our young miss hasn't changed. She's only a lady when she's not opening her mouth or moving around... Speaking of which, aren't we going after her?"

"Follow? But whether we can keep up or not is a different question."

Navia possessed the Vision, so even without using elemental energy, her physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people. Moreover, Navia's inherent physical attributes were impressive in their own right.

Silver nodded vigorously and glanced around.

"...Which way should we go?"

"You should probably take off your sunglasses first."

"But then won't I just look like any other passerby?"

Compared to the Spina di Rosula, who appeared rather composed, the Maison Gardiennage was filled with an air of tension.

"Seal off the area! Don't rule out the possibility she has accomplices. At the same time, Teams One and Two give chase, Team Three quickly contact the Special Task Force and request their emergency deployment. Then we'll converge to surround her!"

Under normal circumstances, the Maison Gardiennage would have easily handled the situation.

But unfortunately, apprehending the Phantom Thief—a special case like this—was beyond their expertise.

Especially this time, the Phantom Thief was more physically formidable than the Weasel, who had been active for over a decade. Moreover, she was suspected of possessing the Vision. Rather than chasing after her blindly, it would be better to hand the matter over to specialists.

And the Special Task Force excelled at handling such thorny cases.

Hostage situations.

Armed assaults.

Malicious injuries by thugs... Whenever the Special Task Force stepped in, these issues were resolved optimally.

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When discussing the Special Task Force, one cannot overlook its current captain, Chevreuse.

Her purple long hair and left-eye patch are the most striking features of her appearance.

Despite her beautiful features, she often wears a cold expression. This unique calmness, however, usually instills tremendous security in her teammates.

"Emergency deployment! All hands on deck!"

At her command, the helmet-adorned Special Task Force members swiftly assembled, standing at attention with their guns in hand.

"This case's perpetrator claims to be the Phantom Thief White Cat. Based on her movement patterns, we estimate she's currently around the city center. You all must follow my instructions and maintain your positions. When you spot her, open fire. Even if you can't incapacitate her, you must prevent her from leaving."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Alright then, let's move out, Special Task Force!"

The Special Task Force was equipped with standard-issue flintlock pistols. While they didn't have the extensive resources of the standing Maison Gardiennage, this allowed for greater agility and speed in their operations.

One by one, the team members took their positions, but their target—the mysterious Phantom Thief—remained nowhere in sight.

Tiarena, the newest member of the team, gripped her flintlock anxiously and asked, "C-Captain, I thought the Phantom Thief was dead? How did she... revive...?"

Chevreuse shot her a glance and whispered, "The other teams have already said it's a different thief. This one isn't like the Phantom Weasel from over a decade ago; this time, they're very showy."

"Was the old Phantom Weasel not showy?"

"According to historical records, the Phantom Weasel would steal their target after sending a notice letter before quietly disappearing. Personally, I suspect they were just an ordinary person who didn't dare directly confront our heavily fortified security forces."

Chevreuse narrowed her eyes. "But this one... is an exception."

If she had merely wanted to steal the treasure, she could have used more covert methods instead of crashing onto the stage like someone who'd ruined a film set, causing a massive scene.

Based on her extensive experience, Chevreuse could confirm:

"She has an extremely strong desire for attention, so she definitely won't retreat back to her cat's den... yet."

Chevreuse glanced upward, watching the white-clad girl speeding between houses.

"How fast?! What's with her speed?" Chevreuse exclaimed, astonished.

"Sure enough, a Vision user! Use a curtain of fire to block her path!"

Gunshots rang out.

Bullets rained down from every direction and angle. Luna thought to herself, If this were my old self, I couldn't have avoided this. But...

She forcefully stomped on the ground.

Empowered by the raging storm, she soared beneath the moon in an instant. The countless bullets crisscrossed, vanishing into the night, while the white phantom thief remained unscathed.

Chevreuse blinked, the first thought that came to mind being: How beautiful...

snapping back to reality, she hastily reloaded her gun.

No matter how beautiful she is, she's a criminal. I have to catch her.

As Chevreuse pondered this, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye: Chevreuse had raised her long rifle, aimed, and squeezed the trigger.

As if foreseeing Luna's actions, the bullet hurtled towards the swiftly moving Luna.

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out.

But it didn't come from any member of the Special Task Force.

In the following second, a faint glimmer of fire flashed across the night sky, as if something had produced it upon high-speed impact.

Chevreuse's eyes widened slightly as she realized that Luna was holding a small rifle in her hand.

"The bullets collided?" a teammate murmured in shock beside her.

Chevreuse: "....."

She still held her gun, silent, her sharp gaze capturing that flash of white beneath the moonlight.

Luna was the same, soundless, meeting Chevreuse's stare with cool composure. The bone-chilling wind cut through the silence, setting her hair and clothes gently adrift.

Chevreuse would never forget this moment, even after countless ages had passed.

For it was the beginning of everything.