"Alright."
A hoarse and elderly voice echoed. An old woman, her face crisscrossed with wrinkles, straightened up and reached out with her trembling hand to caress the young girl's forehead.
Seeing that this odd pair of "sisters" was ready, the middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, then instructed the wrinkled old woman,
"Lucy, the target this time has the ability to probe others' soul states, so once the meeting is over and we've chosen who will execute the ambush, I'll trouble you to step in again.
To prevent the selected individuals from harboring hostility towards the target and inadvertently alarming him, please implant a layer of false memories in the chosen ones to temporarily mask their original memories. Is that alright?"
"No problem."
"Thank you."
Nodding towards the old woman in appreciation, the middle-aged man leaned slightly forward, his hands pressing on the tabletop as he spoke directly,
