"Listen up, Novia. As the Guardian Dragon of the Nation, you must carry yourself with dignity!"
"Dignity!"
"You must be proud!"
"Proud!"
"Look down on all living beings as mere ants!"
"Ants! ...So, what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"It's simple. Treat everyone like bugs and weaklings who couldn't survive without you (and your protection)."
"...Seriously?" Novia hesitated.
"Try it and see."
At the ceremony unveiling Novia as the new Guardian Dragon of the Nation, she said, "Huh? Are you all really weaklings who can't survive without me?"
The people burst into cheers of agreement (?).
"Then I shall grant you bugs and weaklings the protection of a divine dragon!"
The people burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.
Is this country really going to be all right? Maybe it would be better off exploding?
And so, one night not long afterward, the country was blown sky-high.
