When I said I dreamed of seeing historical events firsthand, I didn’t mean that I wanted to get into them myself! But by some miracle, I ended up on the scene where a disgraced princess’s life was unfolding—the one whose father displeased… a dragon. I’m a history major, and I always believed dragons had gone extinct—those who survived until us were only birds. Yet the one who came for me looks absolutely nothing like a chicken. Proud, rude, unbearable! I thought I’d be happy to kill him as soon as I got the chance—but I was wrong. When our ship was in distress, this monster went to save me first, but he ended up badly wounded himself. I managed to swim with him to an uninhabited island in the middle of the ocean. So what am I supposed to do with you now, you insufferable drago-saurus?