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.

pay to get certain public amenities like

course, in return, the Dragons had to serve their country

than this, but the bottom line was... these two had never

a Public Residence that had high class. This was a Capitalist world that they had been thrust

of currency and besmirch their identity as Dragons? No, how could they cause

no one would know...

a

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

allowed." Kat'erin told Shai'ya, who nodded in pure

the

Voice]." The moment Kat'erin muttered those words, a wave of power

entire counter, making it into

cheerful suddenly

any need to

"Umu!"

the name tag that was pinned to her slightly voluptuous breasts. At the very least, the breasts were larger than Kat'erin's and

envy surfaced within her,

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

name-tag read Reta, so she decided

know who we

eyes of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly

"No, I do not."

to you. As much gold to last us for a month, and also to cater for our feeding expenses as well as

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

really 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

in a book, and then generated

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

"I-I see…"

that the lady was competent enough to tell her information she did know without her needing to