"Good evening. How come I don't see that cute cat from last time?"
The Elf Girl seemed to be in quite a good mood. After taking her seat, she casually ordered a Butter Beer from the approaching waiter. Strictly speaking, this drink was not alcohol at all, since it contained no alcohol whatsoever: "Did you know? The tavern at Saint Byron's has always refused to sell me this drink."
"Why?" Luvia asked. The Elf Girl said, half-annoyed:
"That dwarf bartender said the Academy wouldn't allow him to sell alcohol to underage elves, even if I'm already this old. I once wanted to buy alcohol from that greedy goblin's shop across from Wand Street, but that damned goblin would rather sell me an Aether Decay Alchemical Bomb than alcohol."
She deliberately glossed over her exact age.
Both Shade and Luvia smiled, and the latter even said:
"Minors really shouldn't drink. Yes, I know Butter Beer has no alcohol in it."
"By the standards of the past, Miss Emilia is already an adult. It was only after Saint Byron's was founded that the standards for adulthood among the Elf Race were redefined," Shade pointed out.
"Yes! That's right! By the customs of the ancient era, I'm already an adult!"
The Elf Girl greatly agreed with Shade, though she did not forget the real purpose of her visit: "Mr. Hamilton, here are the materials you wanted. The Academy actually doesn't have many investigation reports concerning Randall River Valley."
As she said this, she seemed worried that Shade would be dissatisfied with her findings: "But when I was looking through materials in the library last week, I found that Miss Danist had someone gather together all the information related to Randall River Valley. The Academy seems to have some kind of special operation planned