"Prince, let's go. I've asked around, and there's nothing major going on. The Saintess and the Holy Master will never leave the Holy Temple, and you won't do any good squatting here until the world falls apart." The guard reminded nearby.
Aspen rubbed his numb legs, grimacing, "They will show up on their coronation day, won't they?"
The guard was exasperated, "Prince, what exactly do you want to do? This is not Ambrosia, no one will cover for you if you cause trouble. Just listen to the princess."
Aspen glared at him fiercely, impatiently saying, "Fine, fine, let's go back to the hotel. I've been squatting here for days, I stink."
When the two returned to the hotel, Aspen noticed that there were more guards at the entrance, and some had Eastern faces.
In a low voice, the guard said, "A few days ago, the delegation from Jimenez arrived and checked into this hotel. They're staying at the top floor but won't interfere with you, Your Highness."
