"As long as the power of the Lifeladder Tree serves as a foundation, then no matter how the elves are modified, they can fully bear it, right."
"No wonder The Sustenance Party wants to get rid of you."
Ian nodded slightly. The internal factions and objectives of the elves were quite complex, and Master Glarvie was drawn into what was essentially a national policy-level route conflict for the future of Canaan Moore. No wonder even a slight ripple caused the Siren, such a heavyweight diplomatic ship, to encounter an accident.
"Having heard so much, how do you feel?"
Turning his head, Ian patted Sio, who was happily eating ice cream, on the shoulder. The Dragon Maiden looked up confusedly, glanced at Ian, then at Master Glarvie, who had a blank expression: "Hmm?"
"It's nothing." Ian sighed, realizing he couldn't rely on Sio's political sensibility: "Just eat your ice cream."
"Okay!" Sio continued licking enthusiastically.
