The Dragons Are Coming

The day after the dragon finished its meal and flew into the sky, reservations at Maison Montbell began to pour in.

The nobles came first.

That was to be expected.

The rumor that a dragon had eaten at the restaurant was simply too powerful.

Maison Montbell had already been popular, but nobles seemed to be creatures perpetually addicted to dopamine.

The problem came next.

Uncle Bernard came into the kitchen with the reservation list.

His expression was a little different from usual.

“Kyle.”

“Yes, Uncle.”...