The reserve food raised is the Elf King

At night, in front of the hotel room.

Francis took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and asked softly, "Bella, can I come in now?"

"Come in, come in! Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The little girl replied immediately with a lively and enthusiastic voice.

It looks like the big bad wolf waiting for Little Red Riding Hood to enter grandma's house.

"Squeak".

When the door opened, Francis immediately saw Isabella sitting on the carpet in the center of the room. The little girl was raising her head, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Francis: "..."

He sighed indulgently, and without any further urging from Isabella, he transformed directly back into his rabbit form.

With a "bang", a large ball of white fluffy hair exploded, filling almost half of the room.

The height of the giant rabbit's head is the same as the door. The two big ears are restricted by the height of the ceiling, so they can only be folded in two and hang softly along the back of the round head.

Fortunately, the hotel they booked tonight in the main city of Karimola was a deluxe suite and the room was large enough. After Francis returned to his original form, he could barely squeeze himself onto the ground and stuff his entire body into the gap in the house.

His head was leaning next to Isabella, and his slightly protruding rabbit mouth happened to be facing Isabella's head.

The rabbit's two eyes are still closed, and the roots of the long and curly eyelashes are clearly defined. After being magnified several times, you can see very clearly that the dark traces at the roots of Francis's eyelashes gradually fade outward. Become light white.

Caught off guard, Miss Dragon, who was looking forward to hugging the little rabbit, was directly hit by the head of the big rabbit, choking her face with rabbit fur.

Isabella: "...ah bah bah bah!"

Isabella wiped her face, stepped back, and asked with a dull expression: "Brother, why did you become so big?"

Francis' muffled voice was full of innocence: "Don't you want to see my real body?"

Isabella: "..."

That's right.

"Get smaller."

Francis has shrunk by half, and now he can stand up in a half-crouch, with his fluffy bunny ears touching the ceiling.

Isabella swallowed, "Can it be smaller?"

What she wanted was a soft, chubby little white rabbit that she could hold in her arms and rub hard, not the big rabbit in front of her with ears that were taller than her whole body.

I feel like I'm going to suffer from macrophobia.

Isabella had completely forgotten how big her entire body was when she returned to her original shape without deliberately shrinking in size.

She has always been a domineering character with double standards.

Francis obediently shrank by half again.

This time, he and Isabella were eye level.

His front paws were folded on the carpet in front of him, his hind legs squatted obediently, and the bunny ears on his head shook uncomfortably. There seemed to be a slight hint of shyness on the face covered with fine hair.

Francis was embarrassed by Isabella's stare.

Isabella was very unresponsive to his subtle changes in mood, focusing on the rabbit's size: "Smaller?"

Once it becomes twice as small, you can cuddle it on the bed and sleep.

Looking forward to it.

Francis was keenly aware of the danger. The white fluffy rabbit head was soft and cute, but he shook it from side to side very resolutely.

He didn't agree to get any smaller.

In Miss Dragon's seemingly clear and lovely eyes, Francis saw a very dangerous signal.

"Bella, you've already seen it, can I change back?"

As the rabbit spoke, the slightly protruding three-petal mouth opened and closed, occasionally revealing a pink rabbit tongue, which made Isabella want to wag her tail in excitement.

but……

"Brother, why don't you have big teeth?"

The two rows of teeth are neat and not sharp at all. No wonder Lydia said that rabbits are all herbivorous beasts. How could such blunt teeth be able to bite meat?

"How can I have big buck teeth? I don't have buck teeth."

Francis couldn't laugh or cry, and his tone unconsciously sounded a little nostalgic, "You are really like your brother... uh cough cough!"

Just like your brother, he always likes to think about strange problems.

As soon as he spoke, Francis paused.

The rabbit's ears stood up reflexively for a moment, then slowly became soft and hung down on the side of the head.

Francis adjusted his facial expression without leaving a trace, secretly annoyed that he really hadn't changed back to his original form for a long time, and it was easier to relax once he changed back.

I almost said something I shouldn't have said.

But Isabella's attention was entirely on the rabbit's three-petal mouth, and she happened to miss Francis' brief pause.

She didn't even listen to what Francis said next, and she went straight to it, poking his mouth so quickly that the rabbit didn't have time to react.

"Hey!!"

The white-haired rabbit was covered in fur and jumped up suddenly.

Isabella thought the rabbit was about to run away, so she instinctively grabbed the rabbit's tail quickly, turned over in mid-air, pressed the rabbit under her body, and landed heavily on the bed next to her.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

Fortunately, the large bed in the luxury hotel was of good quality. The bed only shook a few times and did not collapse.

The two of them now took on the posture of hunter and prey.

Isabella was on top, one hand on the rabbit's neck, the other hand holding his tail, and her arms wrapped around the waist covered in fluffy white hair.

The rabbit lying on the bed seemed to be frightened. The whole rabbit was on all fours, with its soft belly exposed. It was so stiff that it couldn't even move, and it even stopped breathing.

Not breathing? !

Oh my god, aren't you scared to death? ? (艹艹)convex

Isabella was startled, and quickly let go of the hand that was suppressing Francis, rolled to the side and rolled off his body.

"Brother, are you okay?!"

no respond.

"Francis?"

After shouting several times, Rabbit seemed to slowly come to life, "...Ahem, nothing's wrong."

Rabbits will enter a state of suspended animation when frightened.

Francis sighed secretly, feeling very speechless about his racial characteristics. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she glanced at the little girl beside her without any trace of her head.

Under normal circumstances, he is not easily frightened, but if the other party is like Isabella...

No matter what form he takes, in this situation, he will be instinctively frightened by her.

Isabella felt that she had played a little too hard, and her momentum couldn't help but weaken. She apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, brother, I..."

Francis interrupted her and smiled reassuringly, "It's okay, Bella. I actually expected it to be like this."

"Eh?"

You know her character so well.

Francis didn't say much, he just looked at Isabella tenderly.

He took the initiative to rub Isabella's face with his bunny ears.

Now is not the time.

Wait for later...

Isabella felt that Francis' attitude had become loose, and she immediately climbed up the pole: "Brother, let's sleep together tonight! Look how cold your paws are, I will hold you to sleep, and I will make sure it is a warm little stove."

Francis: "...Isn't this bad?"

Rabbit didn't say anything, and his tone of retreat made Isabella see more hope.

"What's wrong with this? I just want to be a heater for my brother!"

The coaxing sweet words are spread out as if they are free of charge.

Francis' expression remained hesitant.

Isabella worked hard for a long time, and finally, she finally got Rabbit to relent and agree.

Instantly, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

Isabella carried the big rabbit and buried her whole face in it. She rubbed it here and there in the rabbit's fur for a long time, then suddenly raised her head.

"Ah, I almost forgot, I haven't eaten the jelly beans tonight."

Wuwu Rabbit is so cute that he almost forgot his daily plan to eat sweets.

Isabella climbed up from the rabbit, took out today's portion from the storage ring, skillfully tore open the mouth of the bottle, poured it into her mouth and started eating.

Turning around, she saw the rabbit's head facing her directly.

Although she couldn't see Francis's eyes, Isabella knew he was looking at her.

She tilted her head and suddenly remembered, "Brother, do you still remember that you asked me for a white jelly bean a few months ago, as if you wanted to use it for an experiment?"

It was also night and the two were sleeping together outside.

But after Francis returned, he never mentioned the whereabouts of the white jelly bean.

If today's occasion hadn't been similar to last time, Isabella would have almost forgotten about it.

Francis hesitated for a moment, then shook his big rabbit head from side to side, looking very cute.

He said, "I may have to wait until Senior Lance comes back before I can confirm my guess."

Isabella was puzzled: "Hey, is it so complicated?"

Just a jelly bean.

"I have never taken courses other than the Tower of Light, so I don't know much about magic arrays. However, that jelly bean obviously uses a very complex combination of magic arrays, including fire magic elements and water magic elements. …”

Francis said something roughly.

However, after seeing Isabella's confused face, which looked like she didn't understand magic circles better than him, a student of the Tower of Light, his voice gradually became smaller.

Francis was quiet for a moment, then closed his slightly pouted three-petal mouth. There was a hint of complexity on the face hidden under the abundant rabbit fur.

He thought of that elf who looked gentle and genial. He never showed off on weekdays and maintained an elegant and perfect scholar's demeanor, but in reality he was really secretive.

Even before, he subconsciously ignored the true potential of this elf out of his understanding of the general "non-aggression" of the elves.

Until I saw this jelly bean, this jelly bean that only Isabella had.

Just revealed the true ability of the elves.

Lancelot is indeed a genius who has been personally praised by Dean Green of the Mage Tower and the top magician closest to a holy magician in the entire Clavia continent.

Francis found several senior students who were also from the Mage Tower and were proficient in magic, but no one knew what magic circle was used in this jelly bean.

Some people tried to calculate backwards, but after a few weeks, they were still stuck at the shallowest level of the cycle and could not find the calculation rules of the magic circle.

A senior who knew a little bit about the secret told Francis that the magic circle in this jelly bean probably came from the cloud laboratory.

"How can I apply to enter the cloud laboratory?"

Francis wanted to see the core formation of this magic circle with his own eyes.

The senior shook his head, "At the end of the semester, Dean Green personally sealed off the top tower of the Cloud Laboratory. I happened to hear my tutor complain privately, and Dean Green gave the entire top floor to Senior Lance, in order to Provide him with the quietest experimental environment that will not be disturbed."

Francis: "..."

It was indeed difficult for him to find what he wanted on this white jelly bean.

However, besides the white jelly bean, there was also a very strange smell that attracted Francis' attention.

It was a taste of chaos, floating between light and darkness, and not belonging to any camp.

And he had only smelled this similar smell in a very long time ago, on the body of a witch who should have disappeared long ago.

However, how did a forest elf from the jungle kingdom of Pudacino, the most isolated dream kingdom on the continent, get involved with the witches that everyone on the continent avoids mentioning? Woolen cloth?

Francis looked at Isabella's ignorant and happy little face, and once again suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart.

Like a soul wandering in nothingness, always wavering, unable to find a way out in the boundless darkness.

Over the years, Francis has always been determined that he has things he must accomplish.

And he has already paid too much for his plan.

But no matter what, he would never do anything to hurt Isabella.

——Just like what he promised Eric himself many years ago.

"Brother, I want to touch your belly!"

Isabella chirped, rolling over him with her fluffy silver hair, having a great time, "It looks so soft, and it's also pink!"

Francis smiled and looked into the little girl's sparkling misty blue eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful, as if they are filled with millions of clouds and lakes, refracting bright light, so clear that you can see to the end at a glance. Flowers bloom, trees grow, and birds flutter their wings and fly into the endless sky.

Just seeing her makes people want to smile, feel the same freedom as her, and feel the endless vitality in her.

The enviable vitality.

The three-petal mouth moved slightly, "Okay."

"Hey! Do you really agree?"

As if he didn't expect why Francis suddenly became so easy to talk to. Before going to bed, he looked like he would rather die than surrender (bushi).

Isabella blinked in confusion.

But since Rabbit personally agreed, she was completely rude.

Ms. Dragon cheered and rushed forward completely.

"..."

The big bed was a mess, among a large mass of white hair, you could occasionally see a thin white arm stretching out, and then falling into the fluffy rabbit fur again.

"Hey, don't bite me!"

Rabbit screamed.

"Ah, okay, okay." He agreed perfunctorily.

Then he continued to take a deep breath.

"Bella!!!"

"Hey, okay, I won't touch you anymore."

"You are really... really," Francis panted after being scratched, and he began to regret his soft-heartedness and relenting just now.

Sure enough, the dragons couldn't believe it! !

No matter how innocent, silly, and sweet their faces are!

-

Arthur is coming back.

One day after class, Lydia rarely went to the potion library to help Professor Tinasi sort out the potions. Instead, she happily took Isabella and shared the great news with her.

"Really!!" Isabella was also surprised.

Arthur is coming back, does that mean Lancelot will be home soon?

"Yes, Arthur wrote me a letter! He said that he will be able to arrive at the academy in five days at the latest." Lydia nodded vigorously, and her face, which had always been expressionless, also showed a bit of happiness at this time. .

She suddenly paused.

"Wait, Bella—"

The cat girl looked up, "Didn't Senior Lance tell you about this?"

Isabella shook her head, "He stopped exchanging letters with me half a month ago, saying that where he is going next, communication becomes more and more difficult."

The last letter package was so heavy that it seemed to contain all the belongings.

When Isabella went to the inn to pick up the parcel, the inn clerk thought it was a family relic sent to her from the battlefield. His expression was particularly solemn when he handed it to her, as if he was worried that she would cry the next second.

Isabella didn't cry, but was so angry at the boy's eyes that she almost burst into flames. She didn't even give the boy a tip of one gold coin every time.

In fact, that oversized package was just nearly two months worth of jelly beans.

Since Lancelot's mission was in the wild forests of the North, he couldn't buy a suitable temporary storage ring for the time being, so he could only wrap up a big package and send her jelly beans.

Then I was misunderstood by the guy at the inn.

I'm really speechless.

Even thinking about it now makes me speechless.

Seeing that Isabella's expression was not good, Lydia said quietly, "Don't worry, Bella. We can just ask Arthur when he comes back."

"it is good."

"Then I will notify you as soon as Arthur comes back!"

……

Three days later, Arthur finally came back.

As soon as the bell rang, Lidya was the first to jump up from her seat, pulling Isabella and running towards the dormitory.

Like a gust of wind, the two of them quickly arrived at the door of Arthur's house.

The boy he hadn't seen for several months was already waiting outside the door.

——Perhaps it is no longer possible to call the person in front of me a boy.

After seeing Arthur's current appearance clearly, Isabella opened her eyes slightly.

Arthur looked like he had gone through a lot of hardships, and his facial features had completely lost the roundness of his previous youth, and had become sharp and sharp, as if carved by a knife or an axe. Even those round bright orange cat eyes, the arc at the end of the eyes lengthened, making them look much sharper.

The exposed skin on his arms was covered with various deep and shallow scars.

Some of them looked a little red and swollen, as if the wounds had not fully healed. These are just the scars on the outside of the clothes. It is not difficult to imagine what a dangerous struggle the body hidden under the clothes has gone through.

Even on the cheek, there is a scar, which stretches from the brow bone to the end of the eye, like the extremely sharp claws of a beast that have scratched hard and avoided the mark left behind.

The young man who had always been lazy, carefree, simple and happy in front of Isabella and Lidya completely calmed down at this moment.

Isabella could already vaguely see in the young man in front of her, that as the only male protagonist whose status in the original book had never been shaken, he would stand alone in the future, carry a heavy sword and move forward bravely, decisively and bravely confronting the most terrifying dark demon. 's shadow.

"Arthur..."

Lydia's originally light and happy eyes slowly froze when she saw the current Arthur.

She realized belatedly that the mission Arthur went out to do this time was completely different from every mission he had experienced outside school in the past.

If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life.

The cat girl raised her hand, wanting to touch the scar at the corner of Arthur's eye, but suddenly she felt timid, and her fingertips trembled and she wanted to retract it.

Arthur took the initiative to step forward and hold Lydia's hand.

"Lily, I'm home."

He hugged Lydia.

Even though the broad shoulders are covered with wind, frost, and dust, they are always reliable, always trustworthy, and full of security. They are the scent that Lydia is most familiar with.

Lydia was gradually comforted, and her tense body relaxed.

"Just come back." Lydia said softly.

After hugging her for a while, Arthur patted Lydia's thin back and let her go.

Then he looked at Isabella.

He opened his arms, trying to hug Isabella as he did Lydia.

But he was stopped ruthlessly by Miss Dragon.

Isabella raised a finger and poked Arthur in the head, stopping him from moving closer to her.

"You are covered in dust. Don't touch me if you are dirty."

Arthur: "..."

The atmosphere of reunion that moved people to tears was suddenly shattered.

"Bella, you really are..."

Arthur raised his hands in surrender, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Senior Lance has not learned the other advantages, so why have he become mysophobic like him?"

Isabella was unmoved, blinked and asked, "Where's Lance? He didn't come back with you?"

Arthur was silent for a moment, "Senior Lance seems to have some things of his own to do. When we were told to go back to the academy to rest for a while, he left the group early."

At this point, Arthur suddenly slapped his forehead: "Ah, by the way, the senior said there is a letter for me to deliver to you. I almost forgot about it just now, hehehehe."

As he spoke, Arthur scratched the back of his head out of habit.

Seeing Isabella raising her eyebrows with an expression that seemed to say, "How dare you forget such an important thing for me!!", Arthur felt even more guilty and quickly handed over the envelope with an apologetic smile.

It was only now that Arthur's face became alive again, and he was beaming when talking to Isabella and Lydia, regaining a bit of the silly boyishness before.

Isabella took the letter.

The envelope sent by Lancelot this time was not thick and felt like just a few thin pieces of paper. The seal is covered with a familiar crown of vines, and the vigorous branches and leaves wrap around the crown. It's almost the same as the letters I usually send back.

However, this time the fire paint is dark red.

Isabella frowned slightly, didn't talk to Arthur any more, and went home to open the letter.

[Bella, I'm sorry that I might have to go home later. Time is urgent and I can't find the place to send the letter. I can only ask Arthur to help me bring the letter to you. I miss you, Bella. 】

Isabella glanced at the letters quickly.

The previous paragraphs explaining his previous inability to maintain correspondence are not the main point for Isabella. In the worldview of the straight-tempered Ms. Julong, explanations have always been meaningless. Most of them are excuses to cover up the unsatisfactory things she has done.

But as an excellent breeder, Isabella has always been tolerant in her attitude towards reserved food.

Lancelot has his own ideas, and she will support him in doing so.

The only thing she wanted to know was when Lancelot would come back.

And whether he can come back with all his limbs intact.

[Around the Lost Forest, traces of the red-robed witch appeared again. The news this time was so definite that I couldn't persuade myself to give up going to the Lost Forest to find out.

That witch's matter is really important to me. I hope I can successfully find her this time. So, again, sorry, dear Bella. I originally promised you that I would go home as soon as possible, but it seems... I am about to slip up again. 】

【…】

There was another paragraph at the end. Isabella glanced at it casually. Most of it was the elf imagining where he would take her to play after he came back, or what delicious food he would make for her, and other such promises.

Let’s talk about it later!

Isabella was too lazy to read any more, so she folded the letters and stuffed them into the drawer.

Instead, she was a little concerned about the "red robe witch" mentioned by the elf many times.

It wasn't because Lancelot didn't go home and went to the Lost Forest to find witches that made Isabella jealous, or had some other strange psychology. It's because Isabella instinctively has a very bad impression of witches.

Although the Dragon Clan and the Witch Clan are both neutral camps, they have drifted away from the mainland for so many years and have never been firmly inclined to either light or dark forces.

However, these ethnic groups in the neutral camp do not live in harmony.

The witches, especially the witches in the tribe, are very good at mental control. They are very weak in terms of physical strength and defense, so every time they fight, they secretly hide in hidden corners where no one can find them, and quietly use their mental power to control others.

As for the giant dragon tribe, they are the most typical representatives of rough skin and thick flesh. They don't like to take detours and prefer to fight the enemy head-on.

The sharpest sword cannot cut off the dragon's scales, and the most powerful magic cannot penetrate the protective shield of the dragon's bone wings. They have incredible infinite repair capabilities, and a long lifespan that will never die.

So, just fight and that's it.

No one can defeat a giant dragon!

But the dragon clan is not completely without weaknesses.

——Few people know that the dragon clan’s mental defense is not strong.

Fortunately, both the Witch Clan and the Dragon Clan are very private. They have been hiding in their own territories for many years and rarely have any major disputes.

But Isabella often heard Eric yelling at the group of witches in the distant Lost Forest in the cave.

[A cunning old man! He always takes advantage of his relaxation to use sweet words to defraud the dragon of his treasure. After cheating once, you dare to cheat a second time. After cheating, you will hide like a shrunken turtle. If you have the ability, go to the door of Victor Lowe's house, and the two will have an open and honest fight! ! 】

Isabella:…

However, thanks to Eric's words, Isabella also subjectively had a very bad impression of the witches.

In addition to the second mission of the three-person competition last semester, Isabella saw a very strange witch altar in the town whose name she no longer remembered. Although Francis said at the time, this was not a real witch altar.

But those strange and ferocious statues, as well as the girl who was forced to lose her life in order to summon the witch, made Isabella hate witches again.

I really don’t know why Lancelot got involved with the witch.