The reserve food raised is the Elf King

On the day when the elemental magic class officially started its first period, Isabella was late in arriving at the classroom.

Lydia occupied an inconspicuous seat for her in the back row by the door, hoping that some sleepy dragon lady would slip in at the speed of light just before the bell rang.

"Jingle Bell--"

The first preparation bell rang, and students walked to their seats one after another.

One student said mysteriously, "I heard that the professor in this class is very young, as if he just graduated from college."

"Shouldn't a fresh graduate be a mentor?"

Seeing that there was gossip to be heard, the students quickly formed a small circle.

The Mage Tower has very strict evaluation standards for professors. The magician level must at least reach the level of an eighth-level great magician. He must have made significant achievements in his own research field. He must also complete a series of assessments and advanced tasks, have a certain reputation and various honor.

"I'm not sure about that, but as for the young professor, I pray that he will be more lenient with us. We are all poor little people who have been tortured by terrible homework and finals. I hope the professor will not be too strict."

"Great God of Light, listen to the children's sincere prayers."

The white-robed mages gathered in a group clasped their hands together and prayed piously and innocently.

"..."

When the second preparation bell rang, the classroom was already overcrowded.

The huge circular classroom has rows of stairs surrounding the central podium. There is a blank magic circle suspended in the center, with light-colored shimmering particles floating around. The dome in the center of the classroom is a transparent skylight, with a ray of skylight shining straight down from above, making it look extremely mysterious and elegant.

The white-robed mages sat neatly in their seats, quietly and obediently waiting for the arrival of the new professor.

The entire classroom was extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of pages being turned.

Ring one more official bell and it's time for class.

But Isabella hasn't come yet.

Lydia, a good student who loves to worry, is anxious to death.

It's okay to skip classes if you're usually late. For the new professor's first class, you'll probably have to take roll. No one knew the rules of this professor. If Isabella was deducted points right after the class started, she would probably pack her bags and prepare to retake the class.

Lydia pressed her frantically beating forehead and quietly sent a flying letter to Isabella.

"Miss, where is your old man?"

"I'm at the Tower of Light."

Isabella responded quickly this time.

"Why are you running to the Tower of Light so early in the morning? You said before that you ran to the wrong classroom, so why did you run to the wrong tower?"

Lydia didn't know Louise existed, and Isabella didn't tell her.

After all, the original purpose of recruiting the sister princesses Louise and Nancy was to find a wife for Arthur. Isabella felt weird mentioning this kind of thing in front of Lydia.

The Jenny before looked so annoying, her eyes were full of calculations about herself, and she thought others couldn't see it. Isabella didn't want this kind of person to come close to her at all.

Not even ten meters away.

So Isabella could only adjust the plot herself while being afraid of trouble, and found the little princess from the secret realm who was firmly on the throne in the plot of the original book.

Now Nancy and Arthur have gotten to know each other, and according to Francis, they have been getting along well recently.

But it’s better not to talk to Lidya about this kind of thing.

"I have something to deal with, so I probably won't be able to come in the morning. You have a good class, and I'll come and have dinner with you at noon!"

Lydia collapsed: "But this is the first period of the elemental magic class. What if your name is called?"

"Oh, don't worry. The great dragon never has bad luck."

When Lidya saw the reply to the last Fetion letter, her eyes darkened and she almost fainted. She decided to swear for the umpteenth time that she would never care about Isabella, a disobedient student again. Don’t even lend her your notes to copy! !

But it is.

Every time Isabella held her face in her hands, she eagerly came to Lidia, moaned and pulled her sleeves to act coquettishly, and sometimes even deliberately stretched out her beautiful silver tail from her skirt and handed it to her softly. When her hands were allowed to be touched at will...

Lydia could never say no.

After all, who can resist a coquettish dragon?

That's a giant dragon!

And a big tail!

"May the God of Light bless you."

The expressionless Lydia was so helpless that she wanted to sigh loudly, and sent the last Fetion letter just a second before the last official bell rang and the classroom door was about to close.

Then, he looked up.

Lydia: “………………”

Lydia: "………………???"

With a "hiss" sound, Miss Maomao took a breath.

There were many people around her who were as shocked as she was.

Until someone lowered their voice and exclaimed: "Senior Lance??!"

"Hello everyone, I am Lancelot. My main research field is the theoretical magic of interlaced cycles of time and space. Starting from today, I will serve as the tutor of the fourth grade elemental magic class. I am very happy to learn and progress together with all my classmates. "

The elf's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a ray of pale golden sunshine shining on the cool, green fir trees in the forest. A small voice sounded faintly in the huge classroom, clearly penetrating into every corner of the classroom.

"If you have any questions during class, you can come to my office after class. My appointment time for answering questions is the morning after each class. Please contact my teaching assistant through Jingka to make an appointment——"

As he spoke, the elf looked around the entire classroom indifferently. His light golden eyes were bathed in the ray of skylight in the center of the classroom, almost blending with the sunlight.

His eyes moved around quietly, scanning every student's face, but he didn't find the person he wanted.

His voice paused slightly and then returned to gentleness: "I will select a teaching assistant for this course as soon as possible."

"..."

next second.

The quiet classroom seemed to be exploding.

"Professor, choose me!"

"Choose me! Get high marks in every class!!"

"I'm so considerate, I can do anything you ask me to do!"

"..."

The students did not notice Lancelot's brief pause, and they all raised their hands to compete for his assistant position.

There are so many benefits to being Lancelot's assistant!

No matter which grade students are in the entire Mage Tower, there is no one who doesn’t know Lancelot’s name.

As a senior student before, he was a ceiling-like presence in the eyes of the younger students. In terms of academic performance and ranking in the Duel Tower, he was far ahead and firmly ranked first.

In addition, as an elf, he has a beautiful face, a gentle and elegant temperament lingering around him, and his waist-length blond hair is as dazzling as a god.

He is simply the most famous gentle and warm being in the Tower of Light.

Moreover, he also has a very rare permission that even professors may not have access to - the right to use the cloud laboratory.

As his teaching assistant, you may have the opportunity to enter the cloud laboratory with him. Even if there is no opportunity to conduct experiments in person, just being able to step into the experimental tower that goes deep into the clouds in the center of the Mage Tower is already a great honor that countless students dream of.

Students who want to be teaching assistants are enthusiastically recommending themselves, and students who don't want to be teaching assistants are also very excited.

I feel that the final of this course must be stable.

Professor Lance is such a gentle and kind spirit, he will definitely treat the poor students with dignity and care!

Only Lydia shrank her neck and lowered her head as quietly as a chicken.

He even sighed heavily.

She and Isabella have been together for a long time, so she will naturally be more familiar with Lancelot than others.

She knew very well that the elf's strictness and caution in dealing with academics and courses were completely different from his gentle face that seemed to be shining brightly.

Even Isabella, a little genius who skipped classes and fished for fish, had to pretend to study well in front of Lancelot. How could he have loose control over other students.

Lydia glanced at the empty space behind her from the corner of her eye, silently silently mourning for a certain dragon lady who didn't know what she was doing in the Tower of Light.

Senior Lance's expression paused just now, apparently because he found that Isabella was no longer in the classroom.

It seems...the camps are different, the God of Light will indeed not bless the dragon clan:)

Bless yourself.

-

And Isabella is really busy here.

Something huge happened this morning.

Louise woke up.

And I woke up very suddenly.

When Isabella was woken up by the alarm clock for the second time, she was so sleepy that she didn't want to get up, so she had to hold her blond life-size doll and rub it around, and happened to rub her face against an unknown person of hers, from the neck down to the waist. When in position——

Louise, wake up.

Isabella was keenly aware of the changes in the respiratory rate of the blond life-size doll in front of her.

It rises and falls exaggeratedly, like a bulging puffer fish.

It's hard not to find out.

Isabella was stunned for a second.

His mind was confused and he hadn't woken up yet, so he raised his head and met a pair of golden eyes.

A pair of pure gold eyes that can breathe fire even more than a giant dragon.

In Isabella's blank, unresponsive eyes, the blond doll she always slept with obediently gnashed her teeth with a very vivid expression, grinding her teeth and almost wanting to come up and bite her.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

A slightly rough and hoarse voice exploded in my ears.

Probably because she had been sleeping for too long without drinking water, Louise's throat was extremely dry, and every word was like a dull knife sawing wood. His voice was extremely low, and even when he shouted angrily, it didn't sound very loud.

But, uh...

I have to say, it’s hard to hear.

Shouldn't the beautiful little princess have a voice like Nancy's, soft-spoken and sweet?

Why is this person in front of me...

The voice was extremely ugly, like a boy whose voice had not completely changed.

Isabella couldn't help but rub her ears that were so abraded by the duck's voice.

My expectations for the soft, blond and beautiful little princess suddenly dropped drastically.

Started to find fault with Louise.

As a little princess, her whole body is stiff and woody. She can barely hold her in her arms to sleep, and it always feels like holding a bundle of wood.

So most of the nights during this period, Isabella roughly stuffed Louise into the quilt, pulling only her blond hair to her body.

It's not like when she slept with Lancelot, she wanted to wrap her arms, legs and tail around the elf.

Now, Louise's new problem has been discovered.

——The sound was unpleasant, like a carpenter pulling a saw.

Think again of Lancelot.

The elves are born with ethereal and pure voices that soothe the soul and are softer than the softest petals. Every time he spoke to Isabella, even if he continued to nag and talk about academic topics that Isabella was not interested in, she would hold her nose and continue to listen.

Isabella thought critically.

and.

This little princess has no breasts yet.

Even if Lancelot doesn't have breasts, she, this little princess who should be fragrant and soft, actually has no breasts either!

Ms. Dragon, who wanted to experience the joy of having her breasts buried, was very disappointed!

With a cold expression, Isabella released her hands holding Louise, patted her nightgown and got up from the bed.

"Get up, I'll take you back to the Tower of Light."

"what?"

The sound of sawing wood sounded again.

Isabella frowned impatiently.

It felt like my ears had been hit by a hundred thousand blows.

Miss Julong pursed her lips slightly, with a distant and cold expression on her face.

Her eyes fell on Louise, and her undisguised look was revealed in her light silver eyes, which was a bit condescending and indifferent even she herself was not aware of.

The most ferocious beast, sizing up a prey that didn't quite suit his taste.

Of course there is only indifference.

Louise didn't seem to react very well. It took a long time before she finally realized that she was not in a royal palace at home.

It's a completely unfamiliar environment.

The cold atmosphere in the room surrounded him, and he felt nervous as if he was being watched closely by a wild beast.

Louise shut her mouth quietly, not daring to speak again.

He silently pulled up the quilt, revealing only his blond hair that was scattered on the sheets, fluffy and soft, like seaweed with beautiful micro curls. A pair of beautiful golden eyes also restrained their emotions at this moment, and huddled in the quilt without daring to move.

When he shuts up, he seems to be able to make do with it.

Isabella blinked, thinking to herself.

Lance hasn't been back recently, and she needs some meal replacement food to satisfy her cravings.

Then, Miss Dragon's expression softened again.

She smiled with a cute smile and said in a sweet voice, "My name is Isabella, and I am a friend of your sister Nancy."

"Nancy is now a preparatory freshman at the Bright Tower of Clavia Magic Academy. She lives in the home of another classmate of the Bright Tower. It is not convenient to take care of you when you are sleeping, so please ask me to take care of you temporarily."

Isabella explained nonsense without batting an eye.

"The college does not allow outsiders to enter at will, but I have a special exception in my dormitory. You can live here with me. So now every night, you will sleep with me, and I will take you back to the Tower of Light in the morning."

"Is that so……?"

The unpleasant voice of sawing wood spoke again.

There was a trace of confusion in Louise's eyes, obviously she had no idea what happened some time ago. He could only look at Isabella dubiously, hesitating whether to believe her or not.

Nancy and Louise probably had a very difficult time after the tribe's demise. Louise's expression at this moment was like a sensitive and weak little beast, full of defense against everything in the outside world.

Isabella continued to smile.

The expression on his face resembled Lancelot's usual look, looking gentle and kind, very trustworthy.

But the action on his hand was to quietly raise his hand and rub his ears quietly.

Then he turned to the table and poured Louise a glass of water.

Isabella had a sincere smile on her face: "Come on, Louise, your throat must be thirsty after sleeping for so long. Drink some water to calm down."

Louise looked stunned for a moment.

He hasn't felt kindness from the outside world for a long time.

After his life was turned upside down in an instant, all the looks that fell on him and Nancy were full of calculations and covetousness, disgusting and dirty, and almost dragged him into the quagmire of suffocation.

That's why Louise's reaction was so intense and angry when she woke up and found herself lying on a strange bed, with her chest even being rubbed against her.

It turned out that he had misunderstood.

Louise looked at the girl in front of her who was more delicate and beautiful than a doll, and her eyes became less and less defensive.

He slowly took the water glass and drank water silently.

Isabella continued to have a smile on her face. After she saw the water in the cup was finished, she took the cup diligently and turned around to pour another large glass of water.

Passed it to Louise: "Drink another glass of water."

"Ah? I..." Louise was not thirsty, and the problem with his throat was not caused by lack of water in the first place.

Isabella listened to the rough and unpleasant voice, and without saying a word, she directly put the cup to Louise's mouth. Her voice remained gentle and kind, "Drink."

I hope drinking water will stop your mouth.

It’s so ugly!