My Shabby Tavern Won't Change Even If I Give It to a King with a Different Surname!

The last thing that should not be messed with in the alien continent is not the palace or the temple, but an ordinary tavern. Compared to its staff and guests, it is unremarkable. After all, the one who cools down the wine is a frost mage; the one who sells and performs the wine is a fox demon succubus; the security guard is a dwarf uncle who can be a wine steward; and there is a young dragon who is crying and shouting that he wants to be a cashier: "I can count! And my claws are big! I can catch the evaders!" And those outrageous guests. It is said that a certain imperial princess once came here to cause a scene, but nothing happened in the end. It is said that there is a werewolf who will order a "fragment" set meal every full moon night, and then beg to be stroked near the bar. It is said that the dragon clan elder personally came to beg for the young dragon who had run away from home, and ended up getting a lifelong VIP for himself. It is said that a certain big boss in the temple comes once a month just for the cup of "hot thick taro paste pop pop without pop pop". Today's special is called "Hometown" – free, unlimited.