A beauty girl sits in a tall tower, pours out bitter tears, and guards it… Aha. Except it isn’t in a tower, it’s in a cave. And the beauty girl herself will make anyone cry. As for the dragon… well, that is me—I’m not exactly a tyrant and despot. Everything began like this: I lived in my cave, didn’t bother anyone. Then I got a letter from an ancestor: “Swap your son for the old man at work.” Why not, I thought, and I took it… What can I say—my refined psyche has never been subjected to such brutal mockery. I’ll never stop repeating: I hate princesses! I hate them!