"I think that once your ideas are spread and turned into reality, not only humans but also gnome halflings, even dwarf elves, and more wisdom races will be willing and acknowledge your worthiness of the title of Holy Dragon."
In the Dragon Nest, a strikingly handsome Silver Moon Elf sincerely marveled, looking at the young Golden Dragon before him, which wouldn't even transform into a humanoid form, his gaze had entirely changed.
This was the most compassionate dragon he had ever seen. It was hard to imagine that the Golden Dragon, which stood at the pinnacle of the Metallic Dragon Race, and was still a young dragon, could have such empathetic and compassionate thoughts toward short-lived species.
"These are merely ancient wise individuals' existing ideas; I've only refined and summarized them, not turned them into reality. Only if it can be achieved would I deserve the name of Holy Dragon."
