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 oth...
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The Phantom Thief before her stood with graceful poise, a smile on her face as warm as if she were greeting a dear friend.
Navia suddenly experienced a strange sensation.
It was like... like... she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it felt somewhat familiar.
But how could that be? Including this encounter, she had only met the Phantom Thief White Cat twice.
Yes, it's been a long time since we last met, but you don't seem to have any intention of turning over a new leaf,...
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Despite being visibly intimidated, the Franglet couple exchanged glances and forcibly composed themselves.
"Miss White Cat, your bravado is remarkable. Can I assume you've accepted our challenge?"
Luna kissed the cat gently, then released it, allowing her feline companion to leap onto the ground. She leisurely turned to leave, smiling.
"It's not a challenge, merely a game. A gambler who's pushed themselves to the brink through foolish bets has no right to sit at my table."
Aire sp...
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"Miss, you're contemplating the Phantom Thief's notice again, aren't you?"
The voices of Navia's two attendants drew her back to reality.
She murmured, "Indeed. There's truly an indescribable uniqueness to the genuine article..."
As if the Phantom Thief White Cat is daring me to a face-to-face challenge? She couldn't quite capture the essence of this vague yet unmistakably singular sensation.
Navia tucked away the notice and surveyed the scene before her.
The banquet h...
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The next day, at the Franglet family mansion.
Although they were nobles, among all the noble mansions Navia had seen, the Franglet family's residence was undoubtedly the poorest.
Several awkwardly empty spaces indicated that this mansion once held many valuable artworks, but they had all been sold off as the family's fortunes waned.
All due to mismanagement.
Navia tugged on Luna's fingers and whispered, "So it really is as we thought, huh?"
"Mm-hmm, that's about right."
Alth...
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"I shouldn't have come with you," Chiori muttered resentfully.
"But it's all hypothetical now, isn't it?" Luna replied with a shrug.
Chiori sighed and continued dancing with Luna. Her attire might have been slightly incongruous for social dancing, but she didn't mind—since Luna seemed unfazed, it didn't bother her either.
As they swayed to the music, Luna caught fragments of whispered conversation from nearby patrons:
"If only Miss Sali were here..."
"There's nothing to be do...
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Staring at Luna's outstretched hand, Navia couldn't help but recall her slender, delicate fingers through the thin black silk glove.
She asked, astonished, "Me?"
"Yes, is that so strange?"
It wasn't strange at all.
The dance party didn't specify that couples had to be male and female.
Thus, if one wished, they could dance with their female or male friend.
Of course, the former wasn't unusual, but the latter... was somewhat odd.
It might even be mistaken for a classic case...
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Another week passed. The night of the banquet arrived.
Just as Luna had gleaned from her sources, a crowd of wealthy elites and nobility filled the spacious hall, wine glasses in hand, conversing as they mingled.
Though an abundance of exquisite pastries graced the tables, few were being enjoyed.
Of course, it wasn't that they couldn't be eaten, but rather that one must maintain "elegance."
No single piece could be consumed in excess; each morsel must be savored slowly, and one co...
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The banquet was to be held two weeks hence, which meant Chiori averaged one formal outfit per week.
Of course, this posed no challenge for her now.
Speed? No problem.
Quality? Never an issue.
This was the prowess of Fontaine's renowned dressmaker, Chiori. What more could be said? Great was an understatement, needless to say.
And so, a week later, Chiori summoned Luna.
"I'm here. Now what?" Luna asked curiously.
"You can guess, I suppose."
"Treat me to food?"
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Since the playwright's gone to squat in Meropide, leaving the position vacant, why couldn't I step in as the new playwright?
If my reputation as a playwright grows, I'll be able to expand my social circle.
This would enable her to hear more about other treasures.
But creation has never been easy, and it consumes a great deal of time.
So Luna keeps this idea on hold for now.
There's no rush; the next performance isn't until two months from now.
"I n...
2025-05-22 07:18:22 +0000 UTC
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Meanwhile, at Palais Mermonia.
Furina glanced at the clock, thinking it was time for bed.
"Though today's trials were truly..."
In all her years, she had rarely encountered such torturous proceedings.
Those twisted ideas and macabre corpses... Furina couldn't help but recall a few crime novels she'd read in the past.
She had to admit that, at times, the fear instilled by a madman far exceeded that of ordinary ghosts or monsters.
Furina shook her head rapidly.
"No, no, no!...
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The reporter Charlotte from the Steam Bird Newspaper might not be the fastest on her feet.
But she was undoubtedly the most ethereal and unpredictable.
It was as if, no matter where you went, as long as there was a whiff of news in the air, you'd always see her shadow.
Whenever you thought she couldn't possibly arrive in time, Charlotte would materialize from the most unexpected places.
And so it was this time as well.
Navia rested her forehead in her hand. "You can run from ot...
2025-05-22 07:16:55 +0000 UTC
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These words, never before uttered, tumbled from Luna's mouth.
What did she mean by this?
Navia's face turned beet red as she cautiously asked, "Could it be that, that you... you have a preference for women?"
"For what kind of thing?"
"For, you know... that thing!" Navia stammered, her words muddled.
It took Luna a few seconds to grasp what Navia was alluding to.
"No, not at all," she replied without hesitation.
Desire to kiss ≠ being attracted to the same gender.
If ...
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The headquarters of the Spina di Rosula were located in Poisson, but their hideout was situated near Fleuve Cendre, below Fontaine.
The Fleuve Cendre was, in reality, a city within a city situated inside the sewers.
Fontaine's sewer system was comprehensive, but rather than being dirty and smelly, it could even be described as clean.
The city built within these sewers had a rich history, forming an integral part of Fontaine
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The trial ended, and the audience filed out. Luna and Navia rested briefly in the dressing room before leaving the opera house.
As they entered the main hall, Navia stretched her arms wide, taking a deep breath.
"Whew... We closed the case in record time. You're every bit the detective, Miss Lulu! That was quite a show."
"I couldn't have done it alone."
"You shouldn't be so humble at a time like this," said Navia with a grin. "Even without me, you would've handled it just fine, wo...
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Why does she know about the script?
Judith couldn't help but take a step back, while her stand-in defense counsel was rendered speechless once again.
What script? How come I've never heard of it?
Furina, astonished asked. "Script? What script?"
"The script for a play."
Luna's expression turned serious. "Miss Judith, aren't all your scripts based on real-life stories?"
"The Masked Dead is based on a murder case from twenty years ago," Navia said sof...
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Neuvillette rapped his cane on the floor.
"Let the trial continue."
Furina leaned against the armrest, covering a yawn with her hand. "Yawn, can't help it... It's been half an hour. Does the defense have anything to say in response to the prosecution's remarks?"
Indeed, during the trial, Furina was no different from any other spectator—a mere observer. But as one of the gods, every word she uttered and every movement she made drew all eyes. No one could afford to ignore her.
Thu...
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If there's one unwritten taboo between a defense attorney and their accused client, it's undoubtedly—mistrust.
The defense attorney must trust their client, acting in their best interests at all times.
Similarly, the accused must trust their defense attorney, withholding nothing.
If either party fails to meet this standard, the entire trial becomes a torment.
Furina exclaimed in surprise, "This is a violation of the taboo! The defense attorney and the accused haven't achieved co...
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The afternoon arrived, and it was time for the Trial.
The audience, already informed through various channels, had taken their seats early.
The opera house was packed, with not a single empty chair to be found.
Furina suppressed a yawn as she entered, bringing Clorinde with her back to her most familiar reserved seats. Meanwhile, Neuvillette stood in the most conspicuous position within the opera house.
But the true focal point of attention in the entire opera house wa...
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Lofan felt the audience's seething anger, and the smirk at the corner of his lips grew more pronounced.
After realizing that his repeated jumps from heights were yielding increasingly higher scores, Lofan began pondering what factors might be influencing his point accumulation.
The first factor was clearly the number of people paying attention. This became evident when he initially just leaped from nearby elevated spots, but later found that spending time in Fontaine's crowded are...
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At the Opera Epiclese, Lofan stood on the raised platform reserved for the accused. He was charged with inciting innocent civilians to leap from buildings—the true mastermind behind Fontaine's recent "serial jumper" cases.
Before him stood Charlotte, the accuser. Lofan observed her face, devoid of expression, eyes staring blankly at the ground with no focus, as if in a trance.
Lofan's gaze lingered briefly on Charlotte before shifting elsewhere.
To his left, a massive throne stood ...
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Charlotte had never seen Lofan like this. The unfamiliar expression on his face froze her smile, and her hand, poised to greet him, slowly lowered.
In the next moment, Charlotte found a hidden corner to conceal herself, instinctively activating her camera. This was a reflex honed by years as a journalist, though inside she felt utterly disoriented.
"Hey, you filthy insect! How dare you still breathe this air?"
"I can smell your stench from a mile away."
"Is your sole p...
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What kind of philanthropist is this?!
Charlotte? Ah, that's fine then.
Initially consumed by grief over wasting his day's food allowance on Fonta, Lofan hadn't noticed the person who bumped into him was someone familiar.
Only after hearing her words did Lofan focus on her, immediately recognizing her.
Though Lofan hadn't read Fontaine's story, Charlotte had appeared in Mondstadt before, so he knew her.
Coming to the Steam Bird office, Lofan had mentally prepar...
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When Lofan opened his eyes, his mind was already filled with information about his current body.
Name: Lofan Shenayevich
Nationality: Fontainian
Gender: Male
Build: Slightly frail
Thank you for the invitation. I just came from the House of the Hearth, being a trivial intelligence collector for the Fatui.
Lofan's current residence was a small, clean apartment in the Court of Fontaine's residential district. His money only covered a week's worth of living expenses.
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"Dead again."
"Another death."
"Breaking news! Another suicide at Fontaine! Is this a distortion of human nature or a collapse of moral standards? What hidden grievances could there be? For details, see the latest Steam Bird!"
At that moment, a crowd had gathered around a horrifying corpse. None of them noticed a transparent youth floating not too high above their heads.
"I actually got 99 points this time. Not bad, not bad."
Lofan—the transparent youth hovering in mid-air—...
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"All right, then. I'll see you this afternoon." With that final announcement, Luna curtsied and left.
"...In any case, don't try opposing the court of justice. If you're innocent, there's nothing to fear. Just tell them what you know according to procedure. And remember, choose a decent advocate," Chevreuse finished before leaving herself.
"Apologies for disturbing you all." Navia smiled at the troupe members, then quickly caught up to Luna.
As she stepped outside, she saw C...
2025-05-22 03:43:30 +0000 UTC
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A while back, Luna purposely meandered through the streets, eager to find her beloved Captain.
After all, if she needed to locate someone from the security team, why not choose the one she knew well?
Moreover, the thought that just yesterday she had been an enemy with a gun pointed at her, and today she was an ordinary civilian Chevreuse had to protect, utterly fascinated Luna.
"Miss Chevreuse, I wish to accuse a murderer, but I'm feeling somewhat uneasy..."
At these words, Chevre...
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Chevreuse repeated the name Confrerie of Cabriere to herself as she walked back to the Special Task Force headquarters.
"Miss! Miss Chevreuse!"
A sudden shout drew Chevreuse's attention. She looked up to see a familiar figure running over, gasping for air.
Oh, for heavens' sake...
Charlotte skidded to a halt in front of Chevreuse. "Can I do an interview with you, miss?"
Reporters from any newspaper were all the same—fly in at full speed the mo...
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Chevreuse couldn't believe her ears. "Repeat that."
"I wish to kiss Miss Chevreuse on the cheek."
After a long silence, Chevreuse said, "That's no laughing matter."
"No laughing matter indeed. Although I must admit, I mean it seriously."
She pressed her lips together. "It's even less amusing now. I have no reason to make you do such a thing. Even if I wanted to strike a deal with you, my payment could never be 'my face'," she said, inadvertently echoing the previous encounter.
...
2025-05-22 03:41:08 +0000 UTC
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Luna swung her legs. "'Why am I doing this?' Even if you ask me like that, I don't know what you mean."
"Why are you attacking other criminals like them?" Chevreuse asked blandly.
"Do I need a reason?" Luna showed no sensitivity to Chevreuse's probing.
Even though she couldn't see Luna's face clearly, Chevreuse could almost feel her basking in an irritatingly pleased smile.
She leaped lightly from the tree, carrying a smile as expected. "Would you like to hear a story?"
"Sure, ...
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