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 accommodation or even feeding. All was provided

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

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

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

their identity as Dragons? No, how could they cause such a big stain on their

one would

remained a very

second choice would be to seize the place anyway--and to do

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

behind the desk, smiling at

words, a wave of power

sound filled the entire counter, making

cheerful suddenly became doll-like

Why was there any need to panic when we could always resort

"Umu!"

to the receptionist, noticing the name tag that was pinned to her slightly voluptuous

tinge of envy surfaced within her, but also

Focus on the mission!' She swiftly chastised herself and placed

Reta, so she decided to address her as

know

in the gem-like eyes of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly shook her head

"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 well

Coins, 30 Silver Coins,

really know how currency operated, so she wasn't particularly in

was a lot more convenient for her, and it made her even more pleased with

began to write down some things in a book, and then generated

within the room. They will serve as your passes to your room, proof of identification, and

"I-I see…"

enough to tell her information she did know without