"This is a House-elf," Tierra explained with a smile. "They are considered a vassal race of us wizards. Wizards, centaurs, House-elves, and the less commonly seen vampires and werewolves together make up the wizarding society hidden beneath human society."
"Once you officially join us, we will open our wizarding library to you, and you may freely consult this history," Tierra said. "House-elves pose absolutely no danger. Though they look very different from humans, their way of life, language, and culture overlap heavily with those of wizards. They are exceptionally skilled at cooking magic and cleaning magic, so for a long stretch of history, they existed as a servant race to wizards."
"All right, please order now," Tierra said. "We can discuss the future later. For now, fill your weary stomach with the local specialties."
After giving the House-elf another few looks, Professor Frolov reluctantly opened the menu. Having just arrived in a new environment, Professor Frolov had little appetite, so he ordered a set meal centered on fresh lobster, which included a local seafood soup.
The House-elf then handed the menu to Mitchell Megan and Jeffrey Rogge before finally passing it to Tierra.
Mitchell Megan ordered seafood pasta and a vegetable salad, while Jeffrey Rogge ordered fried fish cakes and seafood fried rice with butter.
When the menu reached Tierra, he did not even look at it before saying, "Squid fried rice and clam chowder."
"Yes, Mr. Tierra," the House-elf said respectfully. Then, holding the menu, it slowly backed away and vanished behind the kitchen's iron door.
Once they had finished ordering, the restaurant suddenly fell silent.
"Um, Mr. Tierra," Professor Frolov was the first to speak, breaking the subtle and somewhat awkward silence. "You look very young."
Professor Frolov was still intensely curious about Tierra—
Why was a child