They all waited for a while, anticipating the arrival of the greatest swordsman but there still wasn't any sign of him.
"Well, this sucks." Justin exclaimed.
"Master," Attica called. "I don't think this swordsman will appear."
"Me neither." He turned to Michael's direction. He was giving out instructions to some of the guards.
"The king seems to be patient as well." Attica added and Justin looked up at the podium but he quickly looked away, not being able to stand the hideous red light coming from the princess.
"The day is running like water and my house is at risk of getting blown up." He said and Attica knew what he was referring to. "If I leave right now, I don't think I'll want to come back here."
"Why, master?"
"The palace stinks too much." He muttered.
Attica looked confused. What did the palace stink of?