Chapter 89 A Two-Way Trip, Unfortunately, It's Against...

"Hahahaha! I knew it!"

The news that Marcel had been killed by a lynx and his body dumped at the Sacred Opera House reached Navia's ears immediately.

Navia was overjoyed.

"I knew it! That droopy-eared bastard wouldn't just quietly send Marcelle off; he'd have to do something to ruin his image to feel better!"

Fortunately, I ransacked Marcell's house overnight and handed over some important evidence to Steambird Newspaper, which published the fastest articles, thus exposing Marcell's facade of a kind person. Otherwise, that guy would have really succeeded. I'm a true hero!

Navia was both relieved and pleased with herself, but the others in the Rose Society were clearly unable to keep up with her train of thought and were in complete confusion.

"Lynx? The one who kidnapped the boss was a lynx? That famous lynx? Hmm—even if we don't talk about that, Miss, I still don't understand."

Silver was completely bewildered:

"If he wants to kill Marcellus, let him. Once the truth is out, the Rose Society will only cheer him on. But why would he go to the opera house to kill him? Is it because it's close to the entrance to the Mello Petersburg?"

It's entirely detrimental and offers no benefit whatsoever!

"Perhaps he wanted to use Marcel's body to express his disappointment with and mockery of the justice system."

Miles couldn't understand it either, and tried to analyze it rationally:

"After all, both the serial disappearances of young girls and the mystery of Les' origins are unsolved cases that the Court of Justice is powerless to solve."

"But the glorious justice did not stop the evil; instead, it ended the sacrifice of the beast's despised henchmen. It was indeed a fine satire, and the lynx was furious with the law..."

He suddenly recalled the day when the frail boy, trembling, pressed him for information about White.

White died shortly afterward.

Shortly after, the merchant who sold the goods to Whiteless also died.

While reviewing the people killed by the lynx, they also discovered the buyer who had harmed and abandoned White.

The wrongful deaths of loved ones, the rampant villains, the absence of justice, and the fierce desire for revenge—all of this left Myles with a multitude of thoughts. He sighed deeply, believing he had found the killer's soul.

"...That's understandable, sigh."

"Thinking about it this way, what if he suddenly puts on a black cloak, masters double doors, and yells at criminals, 'Get out of my Fontaine,' while swinging darts and grappling hooks?"

As Miles was lost in thought, he noticed Navia looking at him with an indescribable expression.

"What's wrong, Miss? Is there something wrong with my analysis? These are all classic plots."

"Nothing's right! It's all stereotypes and misunderstandings. Stop watching movies with Silver, Myles!"

Navia cried out in unbearable pain.

That cat-eared bastard might indeed have some tragic, unknown past, but given his easily frightened, easily deceived, timid, and cowardly nature—he's the type who's timid enough to not even dare to extend his claws when touched—

"Don't overestimate his intelligence; that idiot is completely incapable of having any lofty goals!"

"He's just a stupid coward who's gone mad and is obsessed with making everyone hate him!"

Based on her own understanding and personal experience, Navia truthfully expressed her views.

But clearly no one accepted it.

"puff."

Silver couldn't help but chuckle.

"Excuse me, young lady, but are you saying that the lynx dumped its body at the opera house to make everyone hate him?"

“That’s right!” Little Navia nodded firmly.

"If I weren't smart, he would have succeeded by now!"

"puff."

Even Miles couldn't hold back anymore:

"Young Miss, are you saying that lynx, the one who was invincible in Fontainebleau and beheaded countless jackals, is a coward who wants to be disliked?"

"Don't laugh, I'm telling the truth!"

Little Navia got anxious.

But it didn't work.

When the facts seem too absurd, people are willing to believe the falsehoods.

"It's alright, Miss."

Miles gave her a loving smile:

"You're still a child, so it's inevitable that you'll misjudge people."

"Ahem, Senior Miles."

Silver thoughtfully changed the subject:

"Since the lynx only targets thugs, why do you think he kidnapped Boss Carles...?"

"Perhaps the enemies of the Rose Society misled him."

Miles echoed him, like a mature person saving face for a child.

"You know, there are always people who smear Mr. Carles's charity work as a facade..."

"You don't even believe me... Humph! One day I'll prove you wrong."

Seeing that the two were stubborn, Navia was angry for a while, but she stopped insisting. She knew that there were many contradictions and doubts in Mainkun's personality and behavior, and the truth was as unclear as fog. She could only barely maintain her composure now.

'But one day I will investigate everything thoroughly.'

After thinking about it, she made another vow in her heart.

'You cat-eared bastard, listen up! From now on, every day, in every case, I will keep a close eye on you. If you are evil, I will personally slay you; if you are good…'

"Is this Miss Navia from the Rose Society?"

A well-mannered reporter knocked on the door at just the right moment.

"It's me. You must be Mr. Galanopolo, the Makino reporter from Steambird News."

Little Navia raised her neck and reached out to the reporter like an adult, but before she could clasp her hands together, she noticed a small pink figure following behind the reporter.

Who did you bring?

"I'm Charlotte, a future journalist!"

The child stepped forward first, excitedly snatched Navia's hand, and waved it wildly:

"Sister, dear sister! I heard you had a close encounter with the legendary lynx? What does it look like? Is it tall or short? Beautiful or ugly? Or is it like the adults say, with a blue face and fangs, that it eats disobedient children?"

"Huh? Huh?"

Navia was taken aback by the barrage of questions. "I remember there was only one reporter I had an appointment with."

"Charlotte, what kind of behavior is this!"

Mr. Galanoplo quickly scolded her and apologized to Navia repeatedly:

"This is my daughter Charlotte. I didn't intend to bring her along, but she heard that the person I was interviewing was related to lynxes, so she followed me all the way to the Grey River. Sigh, I'm so sorry..."

"You can't send me away! The Grey River is so big, I can't find my way home!"

Charlotte's face showed no shame at being criticized, only a thirst for the truth. She ignored her aching father and stared at Navia with longing eyes:

"Please, sister, let me listen in!"

Faced with the child's pitiful and adorable plea, Navia's reaction was—

"don't want."

Navia remained unmoved.

"Hey—"

"Don't look so disappointed. It's only natural that they would reject you!"

With her hands on her hips and cheeks puffed out, Navia firmly refused:

“You don’t have a press pass, and you didn’t sign an agreement with me. What if you just listen to a couple of sentences and then go and brag to your friends about spreading rumors? I have to be responsible for the Rose Society and the Lynx. I can’t leave such a big loophole.”

"I would never do that!"

Just as Charlotte was about to defend herself, she suddenly realized her blind spot:

"Take responsibility for the Rose Society and... the lynx? The lynx? Does a murderer have to take responsibility too?"

This naive question instantly silenced the room.

This is not an interesting question.

"No, Miss Charlotte."

But when Navia spoke, her tone carried a seriousness beyond her years:

“I am not responsible for the person ‘lynx’, nor for what he did. I am responsible for the ‘truth’ itself.”

“The truth,” Charlotte repeated the word unconsciously.

"Yes, that's the truth."

Navia looked at her with a smile, her face showing none of the coldness she had shown when rejecting her.

"You should know what Marcellus did, right? He died, and his death wasn't peaceful. How do you feel about that?"

"I didn't feel anything, I was actually a little happy."

The answer is obvious.

"What if you didn't know? Let's go back to yesterday. You only knew that Marcel was a philanthropist who brought hundreds of millions in taxes to Fontaine every year to fund orphanages and build fountains. He was a great benefactor praised by everyone. Then, you heard that he died and was killed by a man called 'Lynx.' What would you think?"

“That…that lynx is a terrible guy! He killed good people!” came the obvious answer.

"See, this is the importance of the truth."

Navia understood, but still felt a lingering fear, and she gritted her teeth even more.

You cat-eared bastard! What are you doing?! Do you want to be nailed to the pillar of shame?!

"All the evidence I am about to provide is for the purpose of conveying the truth."

Without further hesitation, she gave the young Silver a wink, and he immediately recalled what he was doing and reached out to take out several thick stacks of paper materials from the box.

"What...this is!?"

Mr. Galanoplo nearly dropped his glasses in surprise; he rushed over to examine it closely:

"Information on the victims of the Lynx case!? So many nobles... Ah, ah, this is indeed information that only the Rose Society could obtain! I... I thought you called me here to discuss the waters of the Primordial Sea of ​​the Dead?"

"Hmph, that's important too, your homepage will be filled with it."

Navia raised her eyebrows smugly and corrected:

"But let me remind you, they shouldn't be called victims of the lynx attack, but rather—"

"Sinners for whom the law has failed to punish in a timely manner."

"Wow, wow, I always thought that the idea that lynxes only kill evil people was an unrealistic fantasy of the poor, but Ms. Navia, I never expected that you could produce evidence!"

Ignoring the reporter's sudden display of respect, Navia waved her hand dismissively, continuing to ponder her unfinished vow.

'You cat-eared bastard, listen up! From now on, every day, in every case, I will keep a close eye on you. If you are evil, I will personally slay you; if you are good…'

'I will make it public.'

Want to be hated for no reason? Dream on!

*

Mainkuhn, who knew nothing about it, was still trying.

Before going home, he changed his clothes and went to the fireplace house.

"How effective is the medicine?"

Arecino asked him:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Bang!! Mainkun suddenly slammed his hand on the table, half-swaying and half-falling, barely managing to suppress his fear as he made a tiger pouncing on its prey to scare her. He would stop at nothing to collect negative emotions.

"!"

Arecino frowned. "There really are side effects? That shouldn't be the case."

"..."

The negative emotions you want to suppress are not the same kind.

Not really.

Mainkuhn silently gave himself an injection.

"Pepe."

He quickly put on his cat ears, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Fontaine is going to be destroyed."

Mainkuhn pushed the fetal water to the person he trusted most.

"You're going to make me hated again."

"What's wrong with you now?"

Arecino regretfully found herself unable to maintain her elegance in front of Mainkuhn:

"Kujavina is dead. All you have to do now is live happily... whether you're the Grand Inquisitor's cat, the parent of those three children, or lying on your brother's lap, whatever makes you happy."

"Wow, you know quite a lot."

"I have basically taken control of Kujavina's resources."

Arecino had a headache; she didn't want to recall the complicated feelings she had when the Fools' informant reported that 'Navilette keeps a Maine Coon with a broken tail, which can be used to create chaos in the Momon Palace when needed.'

Well, that's fine. Even though my brother has stopped being human, he's still the most noble cat.

"As for Leosley, his eyes are indeed exactly as you described. Clementine finally managed to mix a similar color this time."

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Arecino, her face expressionless, raised her hand, unscrewed the bottle of seawater with her dark fingers, and fanned herself with the aroma:

"Why are you giving me seawater?"

"..."

Mainkun noticed that her wet nail plates did not dissolve.

So he quickly got up, rushed into the children's bedroom next door, picked up a Fontainebleau child from the bed, and rushed back.

"Father, sob sob sob!"

Seeing the child startled awake, Arecino glared and warned in a low voice:

"You can't take mine with you."

"..."

Mainkuhn didn't say a word, but simply extended his fingernail and made a cut at the end of the child's hair.

The child froze.

The child felt wronged.

Is it okay for a child to think and feel like crying?

It seems like it could have been done a long time ago.

"Waaaaah, Father—he cut off my braid—"

"Mainkuhn!"

Arecino stood up to protect her son, only to see Mainkuhn expressionlessly throw the hair into the bottle.

"..."

Like sugar dissolving in water, the black hair quickly disappears, leaving only the pink hair tie floating upwards.

"!!!"

Instinctively pulling the child behind her, Arecino looked at him with a serious face:

"You actually dared to bring chemicals with you in your clothes. What if you spill them?"

"I'd rather it were a strong acid."

Mainkuhn responded by shoving his fingers into the bottle and retrieving a rope.

"Peruvéli".

He dodged the child's hand as he tried to grab the hair tie.

"We are in trouble."

He tied a pink hair tie around the head of the black-and-white-haired woman.

"Because everything we love is always so fragile and fleeting."

For the sake of protection once again.

He looked into Arecino's eyes, which should have been as cold as a spider's.

"Let them hate me, you know what to do."

"..."

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

"Father?"

The child was a little scared.

"Shut up... Sorry, I wasn't talking about you, Ella, go back to sleep."

My father is very gentle.

"Mainkuhn, you come here."

The father was very angry.