Outside the Ellison family estate
"I can't reach Medala by phone."
A burly, rugged man sitting in a corner café, clutching a coffee cup, gazed at the bright lights outside, the passersby, and the dim sky, frowning slightly.
"Bart," a slender man with a slightly sharp voice sat across the table, looking at the rugged man, "are we really going to betray our little sister? The status and power we have in the family now, it's all because she's been protecting us."
"When you mocked her before, you were the most enthusiastic, calling her a wretched woman," the rugged man glanced at the slender man, "and now, when it's time to act, you're suddenly hesitating and calling her little sister?"
"Mocking is one thing; she indeed has a terrible attitude towards us and often behaves arrogantly, which is very hateful," the slender man said slowly, "but after all, she's never truly wronged us, and now we're going to betray her, isn't that not quite right?"
