Draoved the hoodie of his cloak before settling down to eat, revealing his striking horns—a feature that sparked the curiosity of nearby adventurers in the bustling pub.
The atmosphere was soon filled with murmurs and whispers, as more and more patrons took notice of him.
No one in the current era had seen or even knew what a dragon kin was, and his appearance drew both admiration and skepticism.
While a few might have made a e between him and Bahamut who he bore simir features with, there was a clear distin; she was a goddess.
Draco was a mortal with dragon-like attributes, making him an anomaly in this era.
The unique aura of the gods, an unmistakable presehat set them apart from mortals, even with their powers sealed was not present in him.
Draco, however, paid little mind to the inquisitive stares and hushed versations.
He focused ily on his meal, fully aware that such attention would iably draw a few bold souls to inquire about him.
He had anticipated this moment, knowing that he o cast a subtle image of his familia in a favourable light before rival familias resorted to crude tactics against the Bahamut familia.
The news of his ret double level-up would soon spread throughout Orario, making him the ter of discussion.
He figured it would be advantageous to attach a face to the name early on, even if most people were likely too inebriated at night to retain much of what they see or heard.
Still, he thought, making an effort was worthwhile.
“Draii, I think we should leave once you’re doing,” Dimitra whispered, her tone ced with as she noticed the increasing number of stares directed at their table.
“I ’t leave just yet; you girls head out if you want,” Draco replied, his voice steady.
“Are you up to something fun? Do you need our help?” Vasiliki chimed ione furtive, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“Not really. Just do what you want,” Draco said, a hint of amusement in his voibsp;
He hadn’t anticipated running into Cir, Eleni, Dimitra, and Vasiliki at the pub, so he had no pns for them.
He could tell from their expressions, however, that they would likely stick around regardless.
Cir, oher hand, appeared lost ihoughts, her fork absentmindedly pushing food aroue.
Draco sidered asking her what was wrong , but the ret i —where he had rejected her love fession—made talking to her awkward.
Just then, he felt a geug on his cloak.
Turning, he found Anya, the little cat-girl server, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.
She hesitated, as if torween her curiosity and the fear of something he couldn’t quite tell.
“Hmm, is there something on my face?” Draco asked, mimig her earlier expression when she caught him watg her.
“You’re handsome, but what are you?” Anya blurted out, her bluaking everyone by surprise.
Though Anya was still a child, her straightforwardness caught Drad the eavesdropping patrons off guard.
‘Well, I was expeg someoo ask me questions, so I might as well answer her, but that wouldn’t be fun,’ he thought to himself.
“Take a guess,” Draco replied, sp a wry smile.
“Hmmm…” Anya hummed, her cat ears twitg as she trated.
“Nya, are you an elf with horns?” she asked.
“Bo answer,” Draco chuckled, crossing his arms pyfully.
“I’ll give you a hint: it starts with a ‘D,’ has horns, scales, and breathes fire,” he teased, notig the growing i from the surrounding adventurers, who began to cheer Anya on.
“Nnnnnnn, a dungeon monster!” Anya excimed, her voice rising iement.
“Wrong again,” Draco replied, amused.
“I’m sure you’ve at least heard of it in princess stories,” he added, trying to steer her toward the right answer.
He was aiming for ‘dragon,’ but Anya seemed to drift further away with each guess.
After several more failed attempts, Anya sighed i.
“Sigh, I guess I’ll have to give you the answer. I am a… dragon kin,” Draco finally revealed.
“What is that?” Anya inquired, tilting her head.
“Just think of us as humanoid dragons,” he expined, a hint of pride in his voice.
“Oh, so the answer was ‘dragon’,” Anya muttered, nodding as if the pieces clicked into pce.
At that moment, a voice echoed from the back of the pub, startling everyone.
“Anya!” it called, and the little cat-girl immediately scurried toward the kit, where her boss awaited.
The voice beloo Mia Grand, the pub’s owner of the hostess of fertility.
A dwarf with long brown hair and stern brown eyes, Mia was a semi-retired level 6 adventurer and the former captain of the Freya familia.
She had a reputation for being strict with both ers and employees, and her sudden outburst was due to Anya’s distra during a busy work period.
‘Ugh, I feel a bit bad. Did I get her in trouble?’ Draco thought, guilt creeping in.
Moments ter, Mia stepped out of the kit, her eyes sing the room before log onto Drabsp;
She approached him, scrutinizing him with a pierg gaze.
“Are you the one?” she asked, her tone serious.
“One what?” Draco replied, fused.
“Don’t joke with me. Are you the one who disrupted her work?” Mia poi Anya, who peeked from behind the kit door, her expression apologetic.
‘So she threw me uhe bus! How hurtful! I thought we were just starting to bond,’ Draused, watg the se unfold with amusement.
The pub had fallen silent, with patrons pretending to eat while stealing g the frontation.
“Sigh, o meet you. You must be the owner. I’m Draco Bck, captain of the Bahamut familia, and these are my panions,” he introduced himself along with the girls, who looked ready to draw their ons if necessary.
“I apologize for interrupting little Anya’s work. I’ll make sure to order and spend generously today as pensation,” Draco added, hoping to smooth things over.
Mia’s serious demeanour shifted, her expression softening as a grin broke across her fabsp;
“Bahahaha, that’s more like it!” she ughed, then turned and walked bato the kit.
Anya quickly returo their table, eager to take more orders while avoiding Draco’s gaze, a hint of embarrassment c her cheeks.
“Draii, do you know that woman? She was quite scary,” Eleni whispered, her eyes wide.
Draco took a moment to expin Mia’s identity.
The girls listened in shock, realizing the caliber of the woman who had just reprimahem.
Mia’s reputation wasly a secret, so it wasn’t surprising that Draco was familiar with her.
Once Mia left, the pub buzzed back to life, and Draco could hear ss of versatiarding the Bahamut familia.
He hadn’t revealed much, but he felt a sense of satisfa knowing that their name had been put out there.
After finishing their meals aling the bill—much to Eleni's dismay—Draco divided the costs acc to each person’s order.
The total was shogly high, leaving a signifit dent in their wallets.
“That was crazy expensive! Draii, why didn’t you cover our bill? Aaaah, my pocket money—my sweets money!” Eleni pined, her face a mix of frustration and disbelief.
“You all chose to dine here, so deal with the sequences,” Draco said, turning to leave.
“Where are you going?” Cir asked, a puzzled look on her face.
“To kill some time. There’s still about an hour before Denatus ends. You girls should find Michalis, Nikoos, and Vasileios. Stay together somewhere he western gates,” Drastructed before disappearing into the night crowd.
“Tsk, why is he so stingy?” Eleni muttered, already calg how she would earra money in the duo replenish her sweets fund.
Although she had earned some extra money from helping Draco , most of it was now gone.
As they made their way toward the western city gates, Vasiliki became lost in thought and actally bumped into someone.
“Sorry!” she excimed, looking down to see a petite young girl with flowing blonde hair and striking golden eyes.
The girl wore a bnk expression, and the sword strapped to her side appeared ically rge for her petite frame.
‘Doesn’t she look a bit too young to be an adventurer?’ Vasiliki mused, noting that she herself was 11, yet this girl looked to be around 7 or 9.
“Hmm,” the girl responded briefly before tinuing on her way, heading toward the Hostess of Fertility—the pub they had just exited.
Vasiliki watched her go, a sense of curiosity lingering.
‘What an odd kid,’ she thought, shaking her head before rushing to catch up with the others, who were already ahead.
