An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Dustin and Grace were just watching the scene unfold when, suddenly, the ponytailed girl turned her focus on them. It took them a moment to shake off the surprise.

“Exactly! Just look at their dishes. Each is a culinary masterpiece. Compare that to what we’ve got on our table-it’s just garbage!”

“I don’t care! Swap our food right now, or we’ll cause a scene!” the group shouted. In the middle of their protest, they angrily tossed the food from their table onto the floor, making a mess.

“I’m afraid our small establishment has a few constraints when it comes to swapping these exquisite dishes,” the waiter explained, wearing a regretful and apologetic expression.

“You can’t swap them? Are you suggesting that we can’t afford it?” Bran frowned.

“Damn! Are you seriously discriminating against us? Do you even know who we are?” the ponytailed girl shouted.1

“We are disciples of the renowned Frostwing Sect. If you piss us off, we might just have to give your inn a bit of a makeover, you know?” she threatened.

“I’m sorry. It looks like there’s a bit of a misunderstanding,” the nervous waiter clarified.1

He continued, “The other guests’ personal chefs prepared those dishes. We provide only the kitchen facilities.”

“What? Personal chefs? Seriously? Who in the world hires a chef while traveling?” The ponytailed girl seemed skeptical.

She knew that those who explored the Deadlands were typically treasure- hunting adventurers. However, bringing a personal chef on such a journey was unheard of.

“It’s true. I witnessed it myself. I wouldn’t lie to you,” the waiter earnestly insisted. Upon hearing this, the Frostwing Sect disciples exchanged glances. They eventually directed their attention toward Dustin and Grace.

your chef?” The ponytailed girl

“We decided to bring our chef because

on the table and couldn’t

Pork Bites, and even Clam Chowder. There’s a variety of mouthwatering

to reply, the girl snagged a fork and sampled a bit of the filet. In an instant, her eyes sparkled, and a look of pleasant surprise flashed

“This is so tasty!”

the others to join, not noticing Dustin and Grace’s reactions. “Hey Bran, check this out! We’ve got something delicious here.

and Dustin’s feelings, the ponytailed girl

resist the temptation. Their delight was immeasurable after traveling a

this table, so you guys might want to scout out a different table for your meal,” Bran

an issue here? Just barging in without an invite and now trying to boot us out? Do you think you own

friendly drink or meal could have been

arrogance and lack of respect just made Dustin see them in

Okay, let me throw in some more.” Bran flaunted his arrogance, tossing another gold bar onto the table. “Is this enough

Dustin casually waved his hand, sending the

“Wow, he’s pretty bold!”

“This is unacceptable!”

“Unbelievable!”

his actions, sparking some intense protests from the disciples of

world, they were used to being treated with

what’s up with you?” the ponytailed

know who we are? We’re disciples of the Frostwing Sect, one of the big three sects in the Southwest. Check the whole martial world, and

and he

We’re claiming this table today. If you’re smart, grab those gold bars and scoot, or things might