How do you know that?

The dragon was about to answer... but shut his eyes again in fear. Oh, please! Come on, Dragon! Don’t be afraid of him. He’s just the writer who has to narrate. He won’t harm you.

The dragon opened his eyes. You won´t harm me? No. Do you swear? I swear. Okay, I believe you, but I’m watching you. Got it? Got it.

Alright, back to the story... Dragon, how do you know that there are terrifying things out there?

I don’t know... I’ve been told.

You’ve been told by whom?

I’ve... been told... by... myself.

And why have you been telling yourself that?

Uh... out of... habit?

You mean you’ve never been outside this castle?

Umm... no.

Why not?

Because there are terrifying things out there! I’m not getting through to you, am I?

But there’s no way to know if you’ve never been outside -- said the princess, trying to get him to understand. -- And you can’t just sit around, assume, and do nothing about it. We have to leave -- said the princess decisively.

Where to?

It doesn’t matter. We’re just going to leave, and that’s it. We’re going to be daring.

But what about the sign?

There is no sign.

But we need the sign so that we can leave! -- yelled The Dragon of Fear fearfully.

Alright, alright, don’t get so upset. The sign... the sign is... -- Odai thought -- the sign is... life itself! As easy as that. If we’re here, if we’re alive, I’m sure it’s not to stay locked up. Life, itself, is the sign that we can leave. That we MUST leave! Do you get that, Dragon?

Umm... no.

It doesn’t matter. I get it for the both of us. That’s the sign, alright? Let’s go.

Okay, if you say so... let’s go.

And they headed towards the door. Is he coming with us? He has to; he’s the narrator. I’m the writer. He’s the writer. Alright, but I got my eye on you. You don’t have anything to worry about. I’ll worry if I want to. Well, you’ll worry in vain. I’ll worry in whatever way I want to worry! Can we go now? -- asked the Princess, interrupting the ridiculous dispute, and they walked out of the tower.

The night was very cold, perhaps the coldest of all nights. The princess gave the narrator a hostile look. Couldn’t you switch it up, just for once? The night was very cold, but the princess felt such a warm enthusiasm emanating from her heart that she wasn’t aware of the cold.

But it’s freezing!

On the other hand, the fearful dragon was trembling against the incessant wind that bore into his bones.