The streets of Fontaine were covered with snow. Joyful children's cries and mysterious whispers could be heard here and there. Sweet friendly conversations and mysterious gossip filled the city with anticipation of the holiday.

The shops were decorated with New Year's attributes, and even the Christmas tree was already in its place. Someone was actively preparing for the celebrations, and someone preferred to enjoy the festive atmosphere alone. Even the Fortress of Meropide has been slightly transformed, as if shrouded in magic.

Many were in high spirits, and they were happy to share it with everyone.

You tried to walk carefully so as not to slip on the paths. But unfortunately, you are also cold, and your nose is red. What a bad time it happened!

Before you could blink, Lyney himself appeared in front of you. He took off his hat and bowed with a smile, greeting you. His sweet and warm smile could warm the soul of anyone who was in a cold state.

— Here you are. It's good to see you.

You didn't even notice how he took a rose out of the air and handed it to you, as if it was just a trick. His violet eyes, like two cats, watched you closely, although his ash-blond hair slightly obscured the view. You saw a paw appear from under his hat, and it reached for the rose.

— Hey, rascal, this is not your rose.

He jokingly wagged his finger at the cat, and it clearly did not appreciate his humor. This magician always knows what's on his mind.