As time passed, the entire Terra Continent learned that Blazing Flame Lands had deployed the Demon Legion, achieved certain victories on the Western Border, only to finally hit a wall in Southern Ridge—and that the Dragon King had personally intervened to take away the Abyssal Dragon.
When many people received this news, their first thought was not to mock Blazing Flame Lands' failure, nor to be wary of the Empire's hidden cards. Instead, they cast cautious eyes toward the sky.
Dragon Island.
From the Lost Epoch until today, and even in the more distant era of Pre-Epoch Civilization, Dragon Island had always existed, concealed behind the history of civilization.
The ancient kings of the True Dragons had always overlooked all things in the world. Human wars, slaughter, and ugliness could not stir Them. Only a scant few evils and natural disasters capable of destroying everything could prompt Them to act, to punish and pacify.
And this time, had Blazing Flame Lands crossed that unknown line no one knew existed?
No. Apparently not.
Sharp-eyed nations had noticed that the Dragon Kings had only taken away the Abyssal Dragon this time. They had not punished Blazing Flame Lands, nor had They rebuked Blazing Flame Lands' demon technology—just as in the past, so long as it was technology developed by humans, no matter how inhumane it was, the dragons would not interfere.
Just as They would not interfere if humans created poisons potent enough to kill themselves upon this land, demon technology, in the Dragon Kings' eyes, was perhaps no different from those highly polluting industrial facilities.
But... if one used some method to create True Dragons for one's own use... or made use of those miraculous Sparks, one would suffer the Dragon Kings' wrath.
That was Dragon Island's true bottom line.
Then