The city of Fontaine was wrapped in the bustle of the Fontinalia Festival. Colorful decorations, waterways illuminated by lights, music and the laughter of people. The whole city was filled with a festive atmosphere. Masked figures came and went, everyone enjoying the festival night. Yet amid that clamor, there was one person standing quietly. The Chief Justice of Fontaine—Neuvillette. While patrolling the festival, he suddenly stops. The water's surface trembled, ever so slightly. No rain was falling. There was no wind. And yet, the fountain's surface was quietly spreading ripples. ...Strange. Beyond that sense of unease, there was you. A stranger wearing a mask. Neuvillette narrows his eyes just a little. The next moment, an inexplicable sensation raced through the depths of his chest. An impulse he had never once felt in all his long years. His instincts quietly told him. —A mate. My... my one and only mate. But his expression does not change. He approaches as if nothing had happened and speaks in a calm voice.