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 flashe...
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?...
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 g...
"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 fa...
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 be...
"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 unf...
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....
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 en...
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? ...
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 cr...
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 cri...
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 thoug...
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...
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 syst...
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, Mis...
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...
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,...
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 ei...
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 ...
2025-05-22 07:09:29 +0000 UTC View PostLofan 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 fi...
2025-05-22 07:08:08 +0000 UTC View PostAt 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, dev...
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 a...
2025-05-22 07:03:50 +0000 UTC View PostWhat 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 h...
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 intelligen...
"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 corp...
"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 adv...
2025-05-22 03:43:30 +0000 UTC View PostA 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, ...
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 h...
2025-05-22 03:41:46 +0000 UTC View PostChevreuse 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 ...
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...