Chapter 542. Remove The Makeup

“No, no,” Federico said, shaking his head. “That should be Prince Magnus Leifsen, the Crown Prince of A Nation. From what I know, the king has limited mobility, so most public appearances and diplomatic events are handled by the prince.”

Caitlin nodded in understanding. She wasn’t particularly interested in royal gossip. “Mr. Ashfall, let’s go around and keep moving.”

The group left St. Sanctum’s central square, turned down a side street, and continued their search.

As they followed Ashfall’s lead, their car slowly left the city’s bustling center behind and entered the suburbs.

When the road became too narrow, they got out and continued on foot.

Though the streets looked familiar, much of the area had been redeveloped. Some sections were still under construction, and it seemed like many of the old buildings had been demolished.

After all, the place where Ashfall had painted *Despair* was originally a very old structure.

Ashfall eventually re