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.

amenities like accommodation or

their country in certain aspects of

economy and politics was more complex than this, but the bottom line was... these two had never used money to purchase anything

Public Residence that had high class. This was a Capitalist

and besmirch their identity as Dragons? No, how could

one would know...

a

place anyway--and

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

receptionist remained behind the

The moment Kat'erin muttered those words, a wave of power instantly emerged from her lips

sound filled the entire counter, making it into her domain

was previously bright eyed and cheerful suddenly became doll-like and impressionable--just as

Why was there any need to panic when we

"Umu!"

to her slightly voluptuous

surfaced within her, but also one of

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

read Reta, so she decided

you know

of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly shook her head and

"No, I do not."

gold to last us for a month, and also to cater for our feeding expenses as well as other

total of 50 Gold Coins, 30 Silver Coins, and 1 Bronze,

operated, so she wasn't

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

to write down some things in a book, and then generated two cards for the

that you've deposited within the room. They will serve as your passes to your room,

"I-I see…"

was competent enough to tell her information she did know