An Extra’s POV

Dragons are a very prideful race.

Their finesse is immaculate, and their standards are extreme. It is practically impossible to impress a Dragon, who has experienced far better from their Empire.

And, even if such an impression is made, it is extremely difficult for them to express it.

But, to every rule there is an exception.

That exception happened in the case of Kat'erin and Shai'ya.

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"How may I be of service to you?"

The lady's beautiful smile; particularly her exotic-looking hair and captivating face, caused both girls to tremble slightly. Still, being the more sensible of the two, Kat'erin swiftly regained her composure and spoke up.

"We'd like to lodge in your most exquisite suite." There was no politeness in the way she spoke, as she was speaking to a mere human.

Her eyes were cold, her head was raised high, and her tone was imposing.

This was a command.

"I see. Well, it costs a Gold Coin per night." The ebony lady said, with her smile still plastered on her face. "That excludes food services and other extra services you may require."

"Gold Coin... huh?"

It was at this point that Kat'erin stared at Shai'ya and realized something quite fundamental.

'We don't have money!'

The Dragon Empire was, and had always been a Socialist State for as long as they could remember; where all economic planning was governed by the higher ups in the position of governmental power.

like accommodation or

country in certain aspects

and politics was more complex than this, but the bottom line was... these two had never used

This was a Capitalist world that they had been thrust into, and now they were faced with a completely

Dragons? No, how

no one would know... but THEY

Dragons remained a

to seize the place anyway--and to do that,

directly attacking, so this is allowed." Kat'erin told Shai'ya, who nodded

behind the desk, smiling at

moment Kat'erin muttered those words, a wave of power instantly

of sound filled the entire

and cheerful

Why was there any need to panic when we could always

"Umu!"

the receptionist, noticing the name tag that was pinned to her slightly voluptuous breasts. At the very least, the breasts were larger

envy surfaced within

the mission!' She swiftly chastised herself and placed all her

she

do you know

the gem-like eyes of the poor receptionist, Reta, who

"No, I do not."

sum of money in gold to you. As much gold to last us for a month, and also to cater for our feeding

a total of 50 Gold Coins, 30 Silver Coins, and

know how currency operated, so she wasn't particularly in a place to

her with the breakdown. It was a lot more convenient for her, and it made her even

some things in a book, and

with the exact amounts that you've deposited within the room.

"I-I see…"

appreciated that the lady was competent enough to tell her