Never touch an unknown magical creature, assuming it’s injured. Otherwise, you might—quite by accident—turn into one of the contenders at the next selection for yet another unbearable, self-absorbed handsome guy who has imagined himself the Ruler of the Worlds.
– Actually, this dragon is the Ruler! – my unexpected helper replied.
– We didn’t ask the snow-white and sly-tailed ones! – I snapped.
– Sorry—please continue!
The main thing is to somehow get out of this trap, even if your rivals have already written you down as a main competitor and are sharpening knives. And you yourself are being drawn to the audacious groom like a magnet, against your will.
How did I end up living this way? Well then—let’s figure it out together.