The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Lancelot has been back for a week.

But Isabella didn't know about it at all. Even when she read his name in her sleep in the middle of the night the first night, she thought it was her illusion.

——But it doesn’t matter, she has new toys.

Miss Dragon was so immersed in the joy of her recently acquired blond doll pillow that she forgot about the time.

Every morning, Francis would go to her door and take the sleeping little Princess Louise back to the Tower of Light. In the dead of night, he would quietly send her back to her.

Even during class during the day, Isabella was thinking about the lovely Louise and her soft blond hair.

Ah, if only I could never wake up.

Isabella felt that she would be happy to sleep with Louise until the end of time.

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As for Lancelot, he was far from as carefree as Isabella.

At the beginning, when the academy sent Lancelot and Arthur to the Navia Mountains in the north, they did not expect such a big disaster to follow.

At that time, apart from them, there were only some crispy magicians who were studying the reasons why the teleportation array was out of control. Out of surprise at the rare phenomenon, they stayed in the northern territory shrouded in the polar night.

Therefore, when a large-scale beast riot suddenly broke out, the sleeping beasts in every corner of the north woke up and ran around unscrupulously.

These magicians who were obsessed with research and didn't know how to fight were suddenly caught off guard.

In addition, unlike the Kingdom of Sissel, the tribes in the North are managed in an orderly manner.

Most of the towns are independent of each other. If one of them is attacked by wild beasts, it is difficult for other towns to take the initiative to help after sending out a distress signal.

So Lancelot and Arthur temporarily changed their missions and participated in suppressing the beast rebellion.

Every day is an endless fight.

From the claws of large, irrational beasts, ordinary people who had no ability to protect themselves were rescued.

At first, Lancelot did not want to kill the violent beast.

Because the elves cherish every life, Lancelot believes that the beasts also lose control due to unknown reasons.

He can use magic to remove negative control and help them return to normal.

But later, more and more towns were attacked by violent beasts.

Even once, when Lancelot and Arthur received the rescue signal and rushed over, all that was left in front of them were the dilapidated and embarrassed ruins.

On the city walls, on the haystacks, and on the wide and empty streets, except for the dark red blood stains that had dried and darkened, there was no sign of life.

Bloody, violent.

It was more ruthless than any war we had seen before.

The one-sided massacre brutally swept through a once peaceful village.

All that was left was the broken wreckage of despair.

The impact of that moment was too tragic for an elf who loves vitality by nature and empathizes with nature.

Lancelot's mind went blank at the time.

Only the scarlet blood spread, quietly turning his pupils dark.

But a new distress signal came every day, and Lancelot had no time to adjust his mentality and emotions.

Day after day, Arthur and Lancelot's daily life is fighting against beasts.

Later, Lancelot gradually, like Arthur, no longer used gentle magic to repel the enemy, but directly raised his sword and killed the irrational beasts with the sharp blade.

In the corner where the elf didn't pay attention, his pair of golden eyes, which had always been bright and bright, were becoming darker and darker, and the expression on his face was becoming colder and numb.

It wasn't until the college decided to send a new batch of students to the north to replace them that Lancelot had a little free time.

But it happened that at that time, Lancelot learned the news that the witch in the lost forest appeared again.

A rare opportunity.

Even if Lancelot knew that his current mental state needed to be cultivated after returning to the academy, rather than going to the Lost Forest with a strong dark atmosphere.

However, he really didn't want to miss the answer he had been looking for for thousands of years.

So he could only suppress his negative emotions, break away from the team returning to the main city of Clavia, cover up his traces alone, and quietly head to the Lost Forest.

The Lost Forest is the boundary between the light continent and the dark land.

It was full of the breath of death.

Even the plants in the forest are nourished by the power of darkness all year round, and grow ferocious branches and leaves with teeth and claws in the chaotic black mist.

The moment he stepped into the Lost Forest, Lancelot felt uncomfortable.

The overwhelming aura of coldness and despair enveloped him from head to toe.

Fortunately, many years ago, he had made sufficient plans to one day enter the Lost Forest to find the red-robed witch. He barely managed to hold up a magic protective shield that could isolate the breath of death, and struggled to find it in the dark and silent forest.

In those days, every day felt like a long year. It took almost an extremely strong willpower to support the elf to continue searching in the Lost Forest.

Unfortunately, he was not able to see the red-robed witch in person in the end.

She didn't want to see him.

Lancelot refused to give up until the last of his stored magical shields was used up.

The elf passed out in the dark forest.

At the last second before those dim golden eyes closed, a bouncing silver-white figure seemed to appear in front of them, and the whole body was shrouded in the white sun.

The little girl, wearing a tutu embellished with lace, passed by him, humming a brisk song as she walked further and further away.

The elf struggled to get up in embarrassment, trying to reach out and grab it.

Just as he raised his arm, it brushed the side of the girl's finger. The soft fingers were extremely warm, and even the pure gold ring worn on the index finger was tinged with warmth.

Unfortunately, he didn't catch it.

His arm fell heavily at the foot of a big tree covered with dead branches and leaves, and his eyes fell into complete darkness.

"..."

Waking up again, the elf found himself in a wilderness outside the Lost Forest.

There are no people around.

Lancelot was in bad shape.

He is a magician of the water system. In a normal and healthy state, water is the warmest and softest element, enough to soothe all restless hearts.

But now he's out of control.

Completely opposite to the gentle and kind-hearted person he usually is.

The whole body is filled with a cold aura, and the body temperature is already lower than that of normal people. Now it is even colder, like a piece of ice that has been frozen for tens of thousands of years. From a distance, the cold air is rising.

Not only that, the air the elf breathes will leak out due to the magical power he cannot control, and condense into sharp ice spikes, full of killing and aggression.

Even if his mood was slightly unstable, those spikes would reverse their direction and cut blood marks on Lancelot's skin.

Lancelot hesitated for a long time, and his reason told him that he should not go back to the academy now, but to return to Isabella. He was worried that Isabella would be frightened by her current appearance.

But he couldn't help but want to see her.

The two did not see each other for eight months, and no matter how frequent their daily letters were, they could not fully express how much Lancelot missed Isabella.

He couldn't wait to see Isabella.

I want to see her sparkling eyes, I want to hear her act coquettishly and cutely, I want to pester him all the time to give him a hug, but I worry about his reserve and discomfort, so I want to stay by his side obediently.

Thinking of Isabella, Lancelot's cold eyes softened slightly, and a trace of tenderness flashed across his expressionless face.

He thought that when he went back this time, he would never refuse Isabella's approach again.

He was wrong before.

An elf who stumbles and grows up entirely on his own, even though he has tried hard to integrate into the group on the outside, behaves flawlessly, and always maintains an extremely gentle image.

But in fact, Lancelot didn't know how to get along with other people normally.

The conservatism and reserve of the elves, at some point, became a yoke that restricted Lancelot, making him more emotionally resistant to the approach of outsiders than other elves.

He even almost pushed Isabella away.

Fortunately, Isabella never gave up on him. Even if he behaved very badly before, she still approached her enthusiastically, like the sun that always shines in the sky, melting the ice deep in the elf's heart little by little.

This time when he goes back, he must tell his little girl personally.

Their love goes both ways.

The author has something to say: I haven’t finished writing anything today, but I will write more tomorrow.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: it can slowly return to 30 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!