Only certain figures were aware of how chaotic the world was. And to them, the plight of mortals was too little to care about. Let them fight, let them die, as through such kind of weeding, the strong will eventually rise to lead the world.
And the First Knight also carried similar beliefs at this point. The long life has a habit of cutting away at a being's emotions, with few capable of holding on to it and the first Knight had long abandoned them for efficiency.
Remira, unaware of the future that was planned ahead for her, looked blankly at the Jellyfish. She felt apologetic and wondered if something was lacking in her, or of she was truly chosen, because she had heard such words countless times from different people, but barely felt any different besides the merger of the two bloodlines that existed in her.