"We moved the tamers to Hive Rich, so they wouldn't conflict with the already tamed ones," Workharder said. "So far, we lured a small group around—they don't trust us, but they will soon, I'm sure! I didn't want to tell you, Father, until we got something more certain."
"I see… No sight of their eggs, either?"
"No," Bloodhero said. "Our dragons rarely even sleep in their nests. The Researchers say it's because dragons don't need beds, or nests, anyway. They can sleep on the ground and be fine."
"I'm surprised you need Researchers to tell you this," Tabletina said.
I frowned, wondering when the dragon nesting season would finally start.
By my estimate, it should be soon. I spent more than a year in this world, give or take a month in the gods' dimension—right now the time should be spring.
"Keep searching for eggs. Now, the next projects… We must increase our colony's lowest attributes—especially culture! For too long we lived like savages—it's time to invest into art."
