The dragon flew over the city, and the wondrous sights of Tarlonnd, far surpassing Human Civilization, unfolded before Gawain's eyes.
Melita said this land lacked change. As a member of Tarlonnd society, she had clearly watched these magnificent sights for many, many years, so it was only natural that she found them tedious. Yet for Gawain and the others, seeing Tarlonnd for the first time, the scenery of this land was still novel and astonishing enough.
"Don't misunderstand me," Gawain said. "I'm merely marveling at how advanced you are—perhaps you've seen these sights for many years, but to every race on the Loren Continent, this is still a height beyond reach."
"Magnificent beyond compare, prosperous to an unbelievable extent," Veronica broke the silence beside him. The Saint Princess sighed sincerely. "The imperial capital of Gondor in its day might barely have compared to this place, but Gondor's prosperity was limited to one city, whereas Tarlonnd's prosperity spans the entire continent..."
She paused there, considering her words before continuing. "That is why I find it difficult to understand. Why would people as powerful as you be content to remain hidden away on this Far North Continent? You just said that dragons are not naturally fond of the Arctic's harsh environment, while the living conditions on the Loren Continent are clearly far more comfortable for you. You would not even need to spend effort constructing Ecological Domes."
It was an obvious fact, yet somehow strange when spoken aloud—the power of dragons was beyond doubt. Even without considering their mighty civilization, merely relying on the dragons' own strength and their apparently not-insignificant "population," these powerful creatures could easily have occupied the entire world. Yet they had not done so. For tens or even millions of years, they had remained huddled in this far