Mr. Assath soon left the Welfare Institute. This surprised Sister Celine somewhat, but Mr. Assath also promised that he would be back soon, so Sister Celine had better prepare a late-night snack.
Before long, Mr. Assath arrived in front of a hotel—the Grand France Hotel.
He pulled the half-burned matchbox from his pocket. Comparing it with the design printed on the box, he confirmed that it was indeed the logo of this grand hotel.
Could that badly injured fellow be staying here?
With that question in mind, Mr. Assath walked up to the hotel counter, only to be told that there were no rooms available tonight. Because of the Saint Maiden Ritual, all the hotel rooms had been booked long ago.
"Then there's nothing I can do... May I rest in the lobby for a while?" Mr. Assath asked casually.
"No problem, sir. I'll pour you a glass of water." The young receptionist gave him a pleasant smile.
Mr. Assath took a newspaper from the lounge area and began reading... He felt that perhaps he was simply being overly sensitive, but his instincts told him that staying a little longer might lead to some new discovery.
A little over half an hour later, Mr. Assath unexpectedly saw a group of people walk in.
It was The President.
Watching the man with white eyeshadow enter the elevator hall under the protection of a group of guards, Mr. Assath frowned slightly. So this was where The President was staying?
Sister Celine had said that the people following the badly injured man wore clothes with a very distinctive style...
"It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right..."
Mr. Assath put down the newspaper... Watching the floor number where the elevator finally stopped, he fell into thought.
Perhaps because of his naturally sharp instincts, Mr.