In one of Pentagon’s hotels, Kristina was looking down from a window in a luxurious top-floor suite as the whole city below her was dyed white. Although the people of the city had been confused by the unannounced snowfall, everyone was now out on the streets, enjoying the surprise event.

“I really want to see what a snowball fight is like,” Raimira muttered from her seat on a large sofa.

Sitting across from her, Mer glared down at the cards spread out in front of Raimira and hissed, “You can have as many snowball fights as you like afterward.”

“Snow never fell at the Dragon-Demon Castle,” Raimira continued to mutter. “Ever since this Lady was born, I have never once seen it snow.”

“If you really want to see it, you can just look out the window, can’t you?” Mer impatiently recommended.

“This Lady cannot be satisfied with just seeing the snow from here,” Raimira insisted. “I wish to have a snowball fight.”

Mer sighed, “Hah, really now, if you want to do it, then just go down there on your own and have a go at it.”

Raimira retorted, “Where’s the fun in trying to have a snowball fight by myself? Mer, this Lady wants to have a snowball fight with you.”

“Sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. Sir Eugene and Lady Sienna might be returning any moment now,” Mer grumbled as she slowly stretched her hand toward the cards laid out in front of Raimira. “Why don’t you tell me where you put the joker?”

“I don’t know why you’re expecting this Lady to reveal something like that,” Raimira sniffed.

“It’s because I don’t want to pick the joker,” Mer honestly replied.

The two had been focussing on their card game for a while now. In fact, Mer would also prefer to go out with Raimira and have a snowball fight or build a snowman instead of staying in this room and playing cards or fidgeting by herself. However, like she had just said, Mer felt there was no way she could go outside right now, especially with all her anticipation. The sun was slowly...