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.

to get certain public amenities like accommodation or even feeding. All was provided for by

course, in return, the Dragons had to serve their country in certain aspects of the economy--a major

complex than this, but the bottom line was... these

no kind of Social Credit in the human nation, or a Public Residence that had high class. This was a Capitalist world that

they accept their lack of currency and besmirch their identity as Dragons? No, how

would know...

a

seize the place anyway--and to do that, they would have to use

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

the desk,

words, a wave of power instantly emerged from her lips and spread to her immediate

invisible flow of sound filled the entire counter, making it into her domain of

cheerful

there any need to

"Umu!"

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

within her, but also one of

the mission!' She swiftly chastised

Reta, so she decided to address

you know who

the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly shook her

"No, I do not."

esteemed guests who have paid the finest sum of money in gold to you. As much gold to last us for a month, and also to cater for our feeding expenses as

30 Silver Coins, and 1 Bronze, to cater for all your

operated, so she

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

things in a book, and then generated

with the exact amounts that you've deposited within the room. They will serve as your passes to your room, proof of identification,

"I-I see…"

tell her information she did know without