The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Tonight Louise was sent by Francis.

"Hey, brother, when did you come back?"

Isabella was a little surprised. She opened the door and let Francis into the room. "Did your mission go well this time?"

She raised her head eagerly, and her big eyes were full of clear hints: When you go home after completing the task, did you bring me a shiny, fresh and delicious ball of light?

Miss Dragon drooled greedily.

Francis smiled with his eyes bent, and took out a bag of light balls. "The task is not finished yet. I have an assignment to hand in when I come back. I will leave in a while. I thought you were going to bed, so I dropped Louise off for you. come over."

"Oh...how long do we have to go?"

Isabella was a little disappointed.

She doesn't like to be alone.

The withdrawn character of the giant dragons has never been innate to them. Most of them choose to live in isolation and live quietly in their own caves because they live too long and don't want to see the people they know die in front of their eyes.

But Isabella is still young and has not experienced too many things. The only thing she worries about every day is the homework that she can never finish.

——So just choose not to do it.

This way she has more fun time playing.

But Lydia's time has been taken up by Professor Tenasi recently, and she stays in the professor's potion library every day and refuses to come out. Lancelot hasn't come back yet, and hasn't even written a letter to her.

Now even Francis has to go out on missions.

"Then when will you come back?"

Francis hesitated, seemingly troubled by the answer to this question.

After thinking for a moment, he was interrupted by Isabella before he spoke.

The dragon girl sighed silently, picked up the sleeping Louise and put her on the bedside, arranged her skirt and blond hair, then turned back to look at Frances, "Forget it, you can tell by the look on my brother's face, you are like this It will definitely take a long time to go out."

Miss Dragon isn't really interested in other people's affairs.

She just wants someone to play with.

If Frances couldn't, she'd find someone else.

For example, the Louise in front of me is a very good "playmate".

After thinking about it, Isabella felt better again and warned carefully: "Brother, please pay attention to safety. Remember to send me some light balls when you have time."

She believed that the smart rabbit would be able to hear that the key point in this sentence was the second half.

I hope he won't be as nagging and talkative as Lancelot, just send the jelly beans directly, and insist on sending her a large pile of letters by the way.

Francis smiled and agreed, and then looked at the clock on the wall. It was still early. He came to Isabella's house in advance today because he had something to ask her.

However, you can’t ask too obviously.

Frances pursed the corners of his lips and asked in a casual invitation: "Bella, the wind outside the window is very comfortable tonight, shall we go sit on the terrace for a while?"

"..."

There was no response from the other side.

Isabella sat cross-legged on the bed, her fingers twirling Louise's curly hair unconsciously, but the expression on her face was a little blank, and it was obvious that her thoughts had wandered to nowhere.

"Bella?"

Francis asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

"……Um?"

Isabella came to her senses in a daze and replied subconsciously: "I'm thinking about Lance."

"Do you miss Senior Lance?"

"Ah..." Isabella hesitated for a moment, then responded in a straight voice, "Absolutely."

She was actually wondering whether Lancelot had come back or not. Reason told her that the elves were still in the far north, but the dragon clan's intuition told her that this was not the case.

Lancelot was beside her.

It's just that she forgot.

Moreover, she also forgot another important thing.

But...what did she forget?

Isabella frowned in confusion and looked around. Following the direction in which his neck was twisting, he scanned the entire bedroom carefully and found nothing wrong.

"Bella, what are you looking for?" Francis wondered.

"...Forget it, it's nothing."

Isabella chose to give up.

If you can't think clearly about something, don't think about it.

"Would you like to sit on the terrace for a while?" Francis repeated the invitation, "It feels like I haven't chatted with you for a long time."

Isabella nodded disinterestedly, and the two of them came to the terrace outside the bedroom.

Frances pushed open the glass door for her, and the night breeze blew in, carrying the scent of the lush plants growing on the white wall.

The glass door was pushed halfway and got stuck.

There was a small golden bowl on the ground outside, which happened to jam the door.

It was after Isabella finished eating one time, she threw it away and forgot to take it back. Lancelot was not at home, and she was always neglected and did not want to clean.

Isabella blushed, feeling embarrassed that her bad habit of throwing things around was exposed in front of outsiders, and she quickly squeezed past Francis.

"I'll collect it!"

The small terrace outside the bedroom is not large, and even the glass door is a bit narrow. When Isabella squeezed between the door and Francis, she seemed to have slipped directly into his arms, face to face.

From a distance, the two people were tightly connected, like an extremely intimate embrace.

She picked up the small golden bowl and put it away. When she raised her head again, Miss Dragon suddenly made a move.

His nose moved slightly.

For a moment.

A very brief moment, fleeting.

Isabella seemed to smell a smell that was... very familiar, yet very strange.

It's like a fir tree standing quietly in the white snow in the ice and snow where everything is withered in winter. The light-colored bark branches almost blend into the white snow in the sky.

Alienated, cold, even a bit freezing indifference.

The smell of the branches and leaves of this plant has always been very similar to Lancelot, who was born in the Elf clan.

But the Lancelot in Isabella's impression has always been gentle and warm, with the cool and bright smell of mint leaves, and as soft as petals, bathed in the bright golden sun of spring.

How could he be indifferent?

"Bella, you're distracted again."

Francis took Isabella's hand and quietly conveyed a burst of warm light to bring her thoughts back.

Isabella blinked and looked at him.

The foggy blue eyes are clean and clear, without any impurities. However, his normally lively and lively eyes now held a hint of confusion.

After a while, his eyes focused again.

Francis' expression was a bit worried, "What happened recently?"

"no."

Isabella herself was a little confused.

She always felt that Lancelot was by her side, and she had smelled his familiar scent more than once. Although it was only for a moment, Miss Dragon believed that her sense of smell was never wrong.

But every time I looked back, I never saw him.

She had told Lydia about this situation before, and Miss Cat said with certainty that it must be because she missed Lancelot so much that she missed every detail of him day and night.

Isabella felt that missing this kind of behavior was not in line with Miss Dragon's character.

Louise, a cute and quiet doll, sleeps with her every night. During the day, she has a large stock of jelly beans to eat. Francis occasionally feeds her photosensitive balls.

Isabella was almost overwhelmed by these delicious foods, and her face became vaguely round.

The dragon owner will only remember the food reserve of the captive dragon when he wants to eat.

Isabella is not hungry now, so how can she miss Lancelot?

"I guess I'm thinking about having another class in a few days, and I feel very depressed." Isabella didn't really want to talk to Francis about Lance, so she just found an excuse to talk nonsense.

"Is the course difficult?"

"Yeah, it's super difficult. The college distributed the textbooks in advance. Lily said she barely understood it after previewing it once, let alone me qwq"

I can only hope that the amiable old professor will show his respect.

Isabella gets irritated when it comes to studying.

She scratched her hair, pursed her lips and complained in a low voice, "It's all my fault that my brother insisted on tricking me into learning some ghost school. Now he's in dire straits every day, but he's at ease."

"elder brother?"

Francis raised his hand, gently held Isabella's hand that was roughly tossing her hair, and gently arranged her long silver hair.

"Is Bella's brother also attending the academy?"

The rabbit's voice was gentle and gentle, almost melting into the slow night wind, floating up to the sky along the traces of the wind.

It was as if in a magnificent church, devout believers were praying to the God of Light, and every word they spoke carried a sense of sacred purity that made people unconsciously want to relax their spirits.

Isabella said without thinking, "His big-headed ghost!"

After saying this, Isabella became angry!

She didn't notice that Frances held her hand and never let go.

Isabella glanced at the beautiful rabbit with a light golden light in the dragon's eyes. She couldn't help but want to talk. She started to complain with her little mouth: "My brother is so cunning. He doesn't come to school by himself." , I have to arrange for my poor sister to experience the severe beatings of college education."

"And you know, he was the one who kicked me out of the house! He was so ruthless, wasn't he?"

Francis touched Isabella's head comfortingly, looked at the little girl in front of him who was so angry that she wanted to spit fire, and put his arm around her shoulders to calm her down.

"In the past few years, you haven't gone home every time during the holidays. Hasn't your brother ever thought of coming to the academy to see you?"

"Oh, I don't expect that. Anyway, he won't come out——ai." Come on.

Isabella suddenly paused, quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, her big eyes widened, as if she just realized what she had said.

!!!

How could you just talk about Eric so casually!

I've been really in a trance lately.

Not only did he always fantasize about Lance being around, but now he was talking out of his mind.

Isabella wanted to punch herself in the head twice.

She blinked, raised her head and looked at Frances hesitantly.

The gentle rabbit eyes are curved into beautiful crescents, which are more beautiful than the moon in the sky. He smiled slightly and asked, "What's wrong, Bella?"

The expression looked innocent and harmless.

Isabella: "..."

She stared at the rabbit confusedly for a long time.

Maybe, it should be, it’s not a big problem.

Francis didn't know her identity, so he probably didn't know that the brother in her mouth was the dragon Eric who was supposed to be sleeping now.

So, there should be no need to kill rabbits to silence them?

The author has something to say: Just a quick calculation, starting tomorrow it will be Lance’s home court.

(Actually, he also appeared today, but he just appeared in the wind...surreptitiously watching + jealous)

I couldn't help but open a new pit where the male protagonist is a tentacle type, and I wanted to write a love story that adults should read.

It is estimated that the number of words will not be long. If you are interested, you can click and add it to your collection. I love you all!