Elders feared that descendants who lived in a safe harbor would be unable to withstand setbacks.
This was a very common phenomenon.
Even Longevity Races were no exception.
By now,
the Elves still living in the Elsera Elf Kingdom were basically descendants of acquaintances of Allison and Golanel, separated by who knew how many generations of bloodline...
After all, even among Longevity Races, over these hundreds of millions of years, many had been nothing more than fleeting waves. Only a very small number of exceptionally powerful individuals were still stubbornly hanging on...
At present,
when facing these descendants, although the gap in seniority was so vast that both sides might never have even interacted,
when Allison and Golanel thought of the bonds they had shared with their ancestors over the years,
they still always took great care of them.
Every now and then, they would even consider whether to specifically nurture them...
But after hearing Allison's concerns, Orsaga did not feel much about it.
In his view, it was perfectly normal for such matters to have gains and losses.
Living in a safe zone while still wanting to be battle-hardened and unyielding despite countless setbacks?
That was indeed a little difficult...
Moreover, the Elves here had only been able to flourish under the shelter of his wings.
If there truly came a day when they declined...
that would only mean that Orsaga himself had probably already crashed and burned...
When that time came,
there would naturally be nothing he could do.
Other than accepting defeat,
he would have no other choice.
However, Allison certainly understood that principle extremely well.
The reason she had said all that, aside from wanting to lament the inadequacy of the younger generation and ease some of her own worries,
was more because she wanted to