The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The academy is shrouded in a giant constant-temperature magic circle all year round.

It's ice and snow outside, but it's like spring inside all year round.

After entering the academy, Arthur put away his wind-blocking cloak, and Isabella could no longer hide in his hood.

He offered the cub to Lancelot.

Isabella fluttered her limbs, arrogantly wanting to protest.

Under Arthur's encouraging gaze, he gradually became motionless.

Okay, okay.

Then let’s have a chat.

Lancelot took the cub to find the wizard, Dean Targrin, and Arthur was also going to find the Dean of the Warrior Tower.

The three of them happened to continue along the way.

"Miss Bella." Lancelot broke the silence.

Isabella took the initiative to sit back in the basket and chose a position farthest away from him.

Not even her eyes fell on him.

Still angry...

Lancelot didn't know how to coax her.

Isabella didn't look at him, but her ears were quietly perked.

She wanted to see what this elf had to say.

"are you hungry?"

After a while, the elf took the initiative to hand over a gold coin.

"…………"

Look, he’s been holding it in for a long time and what nonsense he’s talking about!

"Not hungry!"

Isabella grabbed the gold coin fiercely, bit it open with a crunch, and turned her head to ignore him.

"..."

They walked past the fountain pool in the center of the teaching area.

White doves flew across the square in flocks and landed on the hands of the ancient clock at the top of the tower.

The pillars made of spar exude a light golden halo, like a rising sun at the end of the wilderness mountains. The light penetrates the gaps in the clouds and illuminates the sanctity of Jinshan.

Isabella was attracted by the outside scenery and gradually forgot her anger.

Everything here is as beautiful as a fairy tale. Even every breath of air has a wonderful and fantastic rhythm hidden in it.

There were students coming and going wearing long white robes. Some were holding thick ancient books, some were carrying large and heavy bows and arrows, and some were similar to Lancelot, accompanied by beasts who could not transform.

——That’s a junior student majoring in beast control.

They need to develop an indispensable tacit understanding with each other through frequent exchanges of feelings with the companion beasts.

Lancelot is the prefect of the ninth grade in the Mage Tower. Almost all the students in the school know this outstanding elf.

Along the way, Lancelot smiled gently and nodded politely to say hello.

Around the woods is the office area of ​​the instructors.

Lancelot sighed secretly.

We are about to go to the dean's office and we can't continue to be in this stalemate.

He took the initiative to break the invisible silence in the atmosphere.

He raised the basket in front of his eyes: "Bella, do you want me to hold you?"

I just noticed that Isabella's eyes often fall on the beast control students, and there seems to be envy and desire in her eyes.

Lancelot seemed to guess the reason for the cub's anger.

don't want……

It would be strange not to!

It's okay to be angry, but whoever doesn't want a good thing like picking up money for free is stupid.

Isabella: I have a temper, but no spine.

"want!"

After changing from ignoring others just now, the cub confidently stretched out her paws and waited humbly for Lancelot to pick her up.

The elf smiled softly, with a hint of indulgence in his expression that he was not even aware of.

He leaned over and hugged Isabella into his arms, his slightly cold fingertips instantly stiffened, and he quickly covered up the unnaturalness.

The body of the silver-white little dragon cub was suspended in the air, and then gently landed on the ground.

The tail moved.

Falling into a cloud-like soft and silky robe, like mist floating in the clouds, hazy and sweet.

The breeze ruffled the elf's blond hair, attracting the young dragon's full attention with each breath.

Floating here and there.

It all fell on her face.

Isabella opened her mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. But before the sharp dragon teeth fell, a gap opened in the air.

She is not willing to bite off this precious golden hair!

woohoo-

Dragon birth is complete =3=!

Seeing that the cub finally smiled, the elf quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you happy now?"

"...Hum."

Isabella tried to suppress her smile, but the scent of the elf was overwhelming and she couldn't control it at all.

He was still insisting: "I have always been happy, not especially because of you."

Lancelot's eyes were tolerant and gentle, "Yes, I know."

"Not specifically because of me."

A little too gentle, no temper at all?

The blond elf under the sun is pure and fearless, and no dust can fall on him.

Isabella blinked slowly, feeling a little guilty if she didn't.

Even if he did something wrong, it was not Lancelot's original intention.

Ah no, how could a pure and kind elf do anything wrong?

He was originally...

There was nothing wrong with him to begin with.

A feeling of guilt filled the air, and Isabella's troubled mood and noise in the early morning suddenly disappeared.

Lancelot did nothing wrong.

He just loved reading so much that he forgot to say that he wanted to sleep with him... that's all.

It was because she had too many expectations in her heart that she became angry and lost her temper after not getting a satisfactory answer.

The more Isabella thought about it, the more she felt that she was bullying him.

He added in a low voice: "Also...a little bit, it's because of you."

"Just a little!"

After Isabella said, "Oops!", her eyes lit up expectantly.

Waiting for Lancelot to speak.

She admitted that she was happy because of him, so should he kiss her?

Isabella raised her big head and brought the dragon horn, which was not fully grown yet with slightly rounded edges, under the elf's eyes.

However, the elf didn't notice her little thoughts.

He moved his stiff wrist, trying hard to ignore the baby dragon's body temperature that came through his clothes.

Instead, follow your own science popularization plan and introduce it from the very basics:

"Miss Bella, it takes ten academic years to complete studies in the academy. After completing the credits in each academic year, apply to participate in the final assessment. If you want to advance to the next grade, in addition to passing the final examination, you must also accumulate enough points for the academy's tasks."

Isabella: "..."

If you don’t kiss, don’t kiss. Try your best next time.

She is a little sorry.

Not very interested in new topics.

But I wanted to talk to Lancelot more.

She barely suppressed the feeling of loss and followed his words, "Are the points recorded in the crystal card? It's the little card you helped Arthur repair."

"Yes, Miss Bella is so smart."

Lancelot was very satisfied that the cub could understand things by analogy, which fully satisfied his interest in teaching.

His eyes became softer and he made a little joke: "Miss Bella will also receive a crystal card that belongs only to you. Even if it is bitten, it doesn't matter. You can ask me to repair it."

"..." Isabella didn't find it funny.

Hey, that's too much!

Which pot does not open which pot.

She's not a dog, she just bites things when she sees them!

She already knew she was wrong when she accidentally damaged Arthur's card last time.

Dragons are moody by nature, and Isabella has not yet learned to control it. Her mood changes quickly, and she is not happy even if she is not happy.

Now, she didn't like Lancelot again.

Anyway, the elf's beautiful blond hair has been eaten in his mouth, and his stomach is full today.

At worst, if I'm hungry tomorrow, I'll find another excuse to come to him!

So the big tail flicked hard and jumped from the elf's arms to Arthur's arms.

"Miss Bella——"

Lancelot was startled, "You...?"

The cub pretended not to hear, ignored Lancelot, and kept clinging to Arthur with all four legs.

Not only did he wrap his fat tail like a snowball around the boy's arm, he also used the small pointed corner of his head to rub Arthur's chin affectionately, making him ticklish and shrink back.

The fight was as if no one else was around, as if Lancelot was the outsider.

Lancelot subconsciously pursed his lips and slowly lowered his empty hands.

There was an indescribable feeling of dryness in my heart.

When Isabella ignored him just now, there was already a hint of irritation as weak as sparks.

It's getting stronger now.

what happened……

The atmosphere had obviously eased, and she was quite happy chatting with herself.

Why are you suddenly ignoring him again?

Lancelot suddenly felt the urge to pull Isabella off Arthur.

But the elf's restrained nature quickly brought him to his senses.

Lancelot blinked, and his pure gold eyes returned to calm as a lake.

He looked at Arthur calmly and said, "We are almost at the main room of the Mage Tower. Arthur, aren't you going to find Mr. Solens?"

Lord Saurons, the dean of the Warrior Tower.

His office is at the other end of the tower corridor.

"Ah, the dean said that he is with Mr. Green, I will continue on the road with you... Haha, stop scratching me, little guy, the scales on your tail are so prickly!"

Lancelot: "..."

What kind of steel head is this?

The elf's reserve prevented him from speaking outright and asked Arthur to return his Isabella.

But the dean's office is close at hand.

Lancelot forced himself to find an excuse for his irritability——

He couldn't let the dean see that the young dragon didn't like him.

Yes, for his lab key.

That's why.

Lancelot softened his tone, making his already gentle voice even softer, "Little Bella, are you uncomfortable if I hold you?"

Isabella looked nonchalant, her eyes turning left and right, but not looking at the elf, "No."

"Did what I said make you unhappy?"

"……No."

It seems there is.

He hesitated and said, "Can you talk to me?"

"Humph."

"..."

And refused to communicate.

Lancelot was troubled.

Elves rarely have strong mood swings.

Lancelot always kept a distance when getting along with others, so he had never met someone like Isabella.

When you are happy and enthusiastic, it is like a ball of fire, but when you are unhappy, it turns into a big iron plate, covered with long and sharp thorns, making it impossible to attack.

It is capricious and even more unclear than a complex magic circle.

As an elf who is absent from Pudacino all year round and has a high level of force, Lancelot is not as good at solving problems through patient communication as his peers.

In his mind, trouble can usually be solved with a beating.

If one beating isn't enough, give it two.

But Isabella was a precious dragon cub, and even if her body was invulnerable, he wouldn't dare to beat her.

Lancelot sighed, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

He lowered his eyes and said bluntly, a little at a loss, "Bella, seeing you unhappy makes me very distressed."

Isabella was not soft-hearted this time, and choked out: "What's there to worry about? You're just completing your academy tasks."

She didn't think it was anything before, but Lancelot's lukewarm attitude towards her was now all impulsively attributed to her "mission".

Isabella felt an inexplicable thorn in her heart.

She doesn't like being treated as someone who earns points and benefits.

"..."

The elf paused for a moment, then said calmly and calmly: "Where did you hear this statement?"

And those golden eyes fell directly on Arthur's face without hesitation.

The boy with a bird's nest suddenly felt a chill in his back.

Yes, there is murderous intent.

Isabella was about to speak when Arthur suddenly grabbed her tail.

No matter how stupid a straight man is, he knows that he must not let the young dragon repeat the exact words he just said!

Misunderstand!

Big misunderstanding!

"Ahaha, Miss Bella, what I'm telling you is... well," the young man was stuck for a moment and his mind was spinning, "Senior obviously doesn't need to waste time on tasks, he is here specifically for you. "

"Yes, yes." Arthur justified himself, even believing it himself: "He came specifically for you."

"Really-?" Isabella was confused.

Her eyes were suspicious, her tail swayed, and she poked her head out hesitantly.

Lancelot took the opportunity to lift the cub into his arms again, and with a little skill, he wrapped the baby dragon's tail around his arm so that she could not easily jump away again.

He smiled slightly, "Yes, Bella, I'm here just for you."

He didn't lie.

Just to avoid unnecessary trouble, the existence of the cloud laboratory is omitted.

Isabella was silent for a moment.

Convinced.

"Okay... okay."

"Then I want you to sleep with me tonight."

The cub goes beyond the limits and makes demands.

Lancelot hesitated.

Isabella didn't hear the answer she wanted, and immediately raised her head, her eyes widened: "You said you came here for me, then you have to listen to me! And we are friends, so why can't friends sleep in the same bed? !”

Arthur also helped, with a very experienced look, "Yes, senior, cubs like to be fucked by others. I often coax my sister to sleep, she is a giant cat."

Lancelot: "..."

Can that be the same?

My sister is my sister, but Isabella is a female dragon.

Although she is not mature in mind and body, if you include the time she spent in the eggshell, she is much older than most of the students in the academy.

Yes, why not sleep together!

Isabella was about to nod in agreement, but suddenly paused for a second and realized that the sister of the giant cat tribe in Arthur's mouth should be his childhood sweetheart and the first woman in the harem.

Have you already slept together at a young age?

Playing so wildly!

Isabella looked at Arthur dumbfounded.

How old is he, and he has already collected his first harem? ?

Although I know that Arthur is the male protagonist of the harem novel in the original book, women are definitely indispensable.

But when it comes to his face, which still looks a bit immature and smaller than hers in her previous life, Isabella is completely unable to take on the role of the male protagonist of a harem novel.

Arthur: "..."

He blinked his beautiful orange cat eyes, mistaking Isabella's stunned expression at this moment for misunderstanding that the human race had a sister from the giant cat race.

After a moment of silence, he decided to speak directly, "Actually, my sister is a half-orc, but half-orcs are not welcome in the human race, so she has been allowed to live as an orc in the academy. I know that the senior and Bella are both good people. So I think it’s okay to tell you.”

Arthur intuitively knew that he could trust the elves and the little dragon cubs in front of him.

And he also hopes that sister Lydia can make good friends in the college who do not view her with prejudice.

Lancelot and Isabella were both friends he had scouted for Lydia in advance.

As a brother, he really worried about his autistic and shy sister.

He will try his best to protect his sister, but after all, they are not in the same grade. Sometimes when he is not around, he also hopes that she will not be bullied in school.

Lancelot didn't know as much inside information as Isabella, so he just said calmly: "You are no longer a child, and you can no longer sleep in the same bed with your sister."

After a pause, he added: "Especially the sister who is not the same father as the mother."

The reserved elf rarely talks about such issues.

But considering that the young dragon was also listening, he could only ignore the increasingly red ears and continue to teach his younger generation: "You can't sleep in the same bed until you get married."

He meant something, and glanced at Isabella from the corner of his eye.

I hope she can understand what he means and stop clamoring to sleep with him.

Arthur: "..."

Isabella also: "..."

stunned.

What an old-fashioned speech! !