The group’s plan to grab lunch at a hotel ran into an unexpected obstacle.
“I’m sorry. We don’t accept beastkin at our hotel.”
From world-famous hotel chains to low-end budget inns barely worthy of being called hostels—
Every place recoiled the moment they saw Corvus, refusing to offer a room.
The Saint tried to argue, but it was no use.
Hotels turning away beastkin wasn’t about hatred or prejudice—it was about primal fear.
“Just last week, beastkin terrorists ate hotel staff during a room service call. I’m sorry, but… we have to ask you to leave.”
