Chapter 1

Fairy tales are such bullshit.

A girl gets a spell cast on her that turns her into a princess. She gets to wear a pretty dress. Pretends to choose a hot guy who chose her.

Then, the spell randomly breaks in the middle of it all. Lame, right?

Yet, for some reason, every girl wants to be a princess. Like, are you serious? The spell just breaks randomly?

Was it inevitable 'cause you broke your promise? Or time ran out, so what can you do?

But, you CAN do something.

Honestly, you're all idiots. Not one of you knows the real reason the spell always ends up breaking.

If magic only works on fools, then better off being the one who's casting the spell.

Dragons... Mythical creatures.

But, in truth, they are neither mythical nor creatures.

Since time immemorial, 72 percent of deaths in London have been caused by grotesque beings known as dragons.

That is the reason why they are so prominently displayed on London's coat of arms. Rampaging dragons cause great harm to humans.

In order to prevent this, the dragons must be monitored at all times. Unfortunately, the citizens of Front London cannot see the dragons with their naked eyes.

But, fortunately for them, there's also a Reverse London. Only those residing on the reverse side of London can see the dragons.

Therefore, due to this special ability, it inevitably fell to the people of Reverse London to take care of and manage the dragons.

The tip of my finger, the edge of my voice. Revenger Joe's iron key.

Five locks, three chains, silence sheathed. And a blast from the pipe to blind.