It seems to be a small family meeting.
Ellie Miller put down the plate, handed 'The Wolf Cub' to Sophilia, and was about to walk out.
But Albert, sitting on the burgundy single sofa, called out to her, "Miss Ellie."
Ellie Miller turned her head, and Albert, with his long legs crossed, exuded an inherent laziness.
His perfect princely etiquette vanished when not in front of the Emperor.
On the contrary, Brandon, who sat properly, looked more like a member of the Royal Family than he did.
"Miss Ellie, if you have time, why not stay and listen."
"It's not as if we're discussing anything major anyway."
Hearing this, Ellie Miller decided to stay.
Sophilia checked on Wolf Winterwolf, took the bread from his hand, and then returned to her seat.
"No matter what you say, Achill must die," Sophilia stated incontrovertibly.
Ellie Miller: "..."
This really isn't a 'small matter' at all!
Ellie Miller subtly observed Sophilia.
