The little tiger was far too fierce.
So fierce that if the Lungmen Guard Department members hadn't been holding riot shields with both hands, they would have applauded downstairs.
That was truly the most passionate declaration.
Even Sixth Serenade, famed for her mystery, found herself somewhat unable to handle it.
Warn her? But the phantom thief's creed was never to reject any sincere heart. The ladies of Victoria had learned that firsthand. They did not mind accepting the invitation and sitting together with their "romantic rivals" to watch the phantom thief perform. The more people there were, the stronger the phantom thief's legendary aura became.
It was a pursuit of art, of beauty.
Not like Swire.
When she wanted something, she simply wanted it.
Swire wanted it!
Hoshino kept shaking her head, unsure how to describe the feeling, but the phantom thief's image could not be altered, especially not in public.
She spun around, lightly tapped the ground with her toes, and gave the crowd below a gentle bow.
"Woohoo!"
Hoshino's gesture drew cheers like crashing waves.
At Swire's command, the Guard Department personnel changed their equipment.
Hoshiguma frowned and thought it over. Under her watch, Swire should have been incapable of pulling all this off. It could only have been the magic of money. The thought left her feeling a little melancholy.
Why hadn't she come to her? Did Hoshiguma just have a naturally upright-looking face?
She wanted some money to fix up her motorcycle too.
"Is that bird-catching equipment?"
A dark purple figure darted between buildings, occasionally weaving around onlookers, but the phantom thief had no mood for flirting right now.
Everything was too strange.
Swire was strange. The Lungmen Guard Department was strange. And so was all this sophisticated equipment... Well, that part was not strange. It