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.

public amenities like accommodation

Dragons had to serve their country in certain

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

human nation, or a Public Residence that had high class. This was

and besmirch their identity as Dragons? No, how could

one would

remained a very prideful

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

this is allowed." Kat'erin

remained behind the

those words, a wave of power instantly emerged from her lips

invisible flow of sound filled the entire counter, making it

who was previously bright eyed and cheerful

simple. Why was there any need to panic when

"Umu!"

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

surfaced within her, but also one of

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

name-tag read Reta, so she decided

you know

the gem-like eyes of the poor

"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 expenses as well as other

of 50 Gold Coins, 30 Silver Coins, and

Kat'erin didn't really know how currency operated, so she wasn't particularly in a

her with the breakdown. It was a lot more convenient

write down some things in a book, and then

credited with the exact amounts that 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