The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Bella, there is sad news and good news, which one do you want to hear first?"

When the elemental magic class ended, for the first time, Lydia did not rush to the podium to surround the professor and ask questions like other studious students. Instead, she grabbed her bag, tail between her legs, and ran out of the back door.

She finds Isabella.

The other party was eating fried skewers leisurely and happily, and handed a skewer to Lidya.

"Whatever, no matter how bad the news is, it's just the professor calling my name."

Isabella was so heartbroken that she broke the jar.

"...I didn't name him."

Isabella nodded, relieved, "Oh, then there is no bad news for me."

Lydia saw that Isabella didn't care at all and didn't know how painful the reality was. She took a deep breath and said the two pieces of news directly, "Senior Lance, no, now we should call Professor Lance. He's back." He is the professor of our elemental magic class this year. And then...well, he found out that you didn't come to class."

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Isabella paused while eating, and subconsciously took another bite before saying, "Lance is back? When did he come back, and why didn't he tell me."

Halfway through, the white-haired girl suddenly became furious.

"He saw that I wasn't in class!!!?"

Isabella jumped up from the stool, hurriedly walked back and forth twice, and looked at Lidia again, trying desperately to struggle, "Lily, do you think there is a possibility that he thought I didn't choose this?" A course?”

Lydia also had a heavy look on her face and patted Isabella on the shoulder, "Resign yourself to your fate, Bella. Elemental magic class is a compulsory course."

"Then I'm done."

Isabella was desperate.

Lancelot was very indulgent in all other aspects except homework and classes.

As an elf who loves learning and is very smart, it took him a long time to realize from Isabella that not everyone is immersed in the ocean of knowledge like him and feels that Researching new unsolved theories is a very enjoyable thing.

There are still little idiots like Isabella in the world who can't teach her no matter how hard she tries.

But Lancelot refused to give up. He firmly believed that even if he was stupid or slow, he could always learn knowledge by learning slowly.

Therefore, in order to adjust and correct Isabella's bad habit of being playful, Lancelot made a three-part agreement with her publicly. They were not allowed to miss classes, copy homework, or fail classes.

——Otherwise, you can’t go to his bed for a month.

He directly and accurately grasped Isabella's lifeline.

Therefore, in the past few years, Isabella was struggling to attend classes and do homework while quietly fishing in the dark. She only dared to skip class occasionally when Lancelot was not around or noticed. Go out and play. Or in the name of asking the elf for example questions, you can trick him into helping you complete your homework.

But today it was obviously overturned.

The big car turned over.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I have to go home and find a good reason."

After saying that, he gave all the food in his hand to Lidya, waved his hand and ran away quickly.

"Hey, there's no need to be in such a hurry. What if Senior Lance hasn't come home yet?"

This was the first time that Lydia saw Isabella rushing back without even eating.

"Don't worry, he must be at home!"

Isabella had sensitive ears. She turned around and waved her fist while running, and said super confidently, "If he dares not go home after being away for such a long time, where else would he want to go?"

"..."

Sure enough, as soon as she approached the door of her house, Isabella smelled the familiar scent of elves.

Light mint aroma, fresh and bright.

Hey, it's the flavor she's most familiar with and loves.

Isabella patted the hem of her skirt, happily opened the door and walked into the house. When she looked up, she saw the blond elf sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Lancelot sat in the sun.

The sun's rays near noon were particularly bright, pouring on the elf's golden blond hair, like a luminous waterfall, which was extremely dazzling.

There was an open book on his lap, and a small cup of steaming black tea on the table next to him.

Hearing the sound at the door, the elf raised his head.

Obviously waiting for her.

He closed the page and stood up.

He was also wearing clothes exclusive to the professor, a pure white mage robe.

Different from the simple ones worn by students, the professor's robes are very solemn and solemn in style and details. The high collar has no wrinkles at all, and is buttoned rigorously to the top button, making it look ascetic and cold.

The wide sleeves were embroidered with delicate gold thread patterns, which were the symbols of the magic circle that Isabella couldn't understand.

Stacked layer by layer upwards, as the arms are slightly raised, the golden threads reflect different lights from various angles, making them look extremely luxurious and mysterious.

It seems that countless magical mysteries are contained within it. The ancient and dusty historical years in the past and the endless and long time in the future are all contained in those mysterious and complex symbols.

This was the first time Isabella saw Lancelot dressed so solemnly.

Normally when he was at home, he would always wear a plain white robe. Occasionally, he would wear clothes of the same color if she asked him to, so he would have a few more bright colors.

Gentle as water, without any sense of distance.

But now.

A sense of strangeness arose out of thin air.

It's like an angel who accidentally fell into the world has returned to the high clouds. He is distant, cold, noble and untainted by any emotion. This is what he should really look like.

Isabella's eyes slowly moved away from the decorations on Lancelot's sleeves and returned to Lancelot's face.

Look at him steadily for a few seconds.

Golden eyes, tall nose, delicate chin.

And, the most dazzling golden hair is hanging down on the shoulders and rippling gently with the gentle breeze outside the window.

Isabella looked away.

The next second that no one expected, she suddenly ran forward a few steps, suddenly opened her arms and pounced forward.

Miss Dragon's speed is unmatched.

In Lancelot's slightly surprised eyes, Isabella ran into his arms, using all four legs together like an octopus, hugging him tightly.

She wants to drag the angel down from the clouds.

He was destined to be hers alone.

Even if the God of Light himself emerges from any corner and wants to get his angel back, he still has to consider whether she agrees with Miss Dragon's mighty big tail.

"Lance, you're back. I miss you so much. I miss you every moment and every second of every day."

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Isabella wrapped her legs around the elf's waist and hugged him with both hands, tightly, not wanting to give him a chance to pull her off.

Normally Lancelot would not allow Isabella to hug him like this.

Unless she transforms into the form of a small dragon, in human form, she is only allowed to lean on his shoulders at most.

But Isabella doesn't want to worry about that much now.

She just wants to have a good time with her food reserves.

So he hugged Lancelot even harder and unreasonably. The fluffy white head rested on Lancelot's neck, and he kept rubbing his cheek against the large piece of blond hair scattered on his shoulder.

Like a cat that has finally caught a stuffed toy, its lazy and clingy nature is revealed in its bones, and it is so domineering that it does not allow for a hint of rejection.

"Lance, I like you so much, hehe..."

He took a big breath of the aroma of the elf's blond hair, and the hunger that he had not eaten at noon was immediately filled up at this moment.

Sure enough, I have eaten so many different kinds of food.

Lancelot is still the most delicious.

A little full, Isabella licked her lips with satisfaction and planned to jump off the elf.

But a big hand happened to touch his waist.

He gently hugged her back into his arms.

Ok?

Isabella was stunned for a moment.

In the past, Lancelot would not take the initiative to hug him.

Most of the time, Isabella shamelessly hugged him in a sneak attack, and Lancelot couldn't resist. She was wrapped tightly tightly on purpose, and the elf was afraid of hurting her and would not be able to take it off.

Fortunately, Isabella didn't hug her for too long, and every time the elf would take the initiative to let go before reminding her and sneak away.

However today...

Lancelot held Isabella in his arms. The way a dragon lady took the initiative just now made it easier for him to hold her better.

He hugged Isabella and sat back on the sofa behind him.

The eyes of the two people suddenly dropped.

At this time, Isabella was sitting astride Lancelot's lap.

Because she had to deal with Louise's affairs this morning, she only picked up a very casual and loose skirt. Without the obstruction of the layers of skirts and wide bustles, Isabella could even feel the warmth from another person who was not her own under the thin fabric.

Different from the dragon's naturally high body temperature, under the layer of skin under the clothing material, the body temperature is slightly cool, as calm as the owner.

Isabella moved a little, and she could vaguely feel the lines of a thin layer of muscles between the friction, hiding an endless sense of strength.

She was inexplicably afraid to move.

Straightening her back, the broad and slender hand on her lower back slowly moved upward along the direction of her spine.

The two faced each other, their eyes blended, and their breaths were close at hand.

Lancelot rubbed Isabella's hair. The long silver-white curly hair was hung casually and had never received any careful care from the owner.

Because it was not her favorite color, it was never cherished.

Thinking of another girl lying on the same bed as Isabella every night when she went to bed, she had dazzling long golden curly hair.

The hair is fluffy, but it seems that the owner of the blond hair is in average nutritional status, and the curly hair ends often show signs of split ends and breakage. Compared with Isabella's naturally thick and smooth curly hair, it obviously pales a lot.

But his little girl couldn't get enough of Louise's long hair.

Even if I fell asleep at night, I would reach out on the bed and keep searching for her in my dream. Only when I grasped her blond hair firmly in my hand would I smile sweetly and continue to sleep soundly.

Therefore, she has a particularly strong preference for gold.

The beholder is clear.

Usually, Lancelot was trapped in Isabella's sweet words. In her mouth, every part of his body made her like it extremely.

There's nothing special about it.

But when he stood quietly in the dark every night, watching Isabella's sleeping face after falling asleep night after night, he naturally discovered effortlessly——

Isabella's special affection for blonde hair.

Elves are smart.

very smart.

Lancelot was looked up to and praised by countless people, and it was never without reason.

It's just that the previous authorities were obsessed with it.

Now he is a little more awake.

Naturally, he can find that many things may not be what he once thought.

When Isabella first entered the house today, the first place her eyes fell on happened to be his hair.

That blond hair shining in the sun.

Dazzling indeed.

Lancelot also liked his blond hair very much. It was as warm and bright as the color of the sun, so pure that it was not mixed with any haze or impurities.

But just for a moment, a thought flashed through Lancelot's mind.

What if he dyed all his hair to another color, such as the same silvery white as hers.

So, will she still miss herself every day and every moment like she does now?

"Do you think about me every moment?"

Lancelot asked with a smile.

The eyes seemed to be slowly flowing with bits of gold, hiding a look that Isabella couldn't understand.

Isabella said immediately, "Of course. You haven't written to me for so long. I'm worried about you."

The way the little girl spoke so confidently, Lancelot almost fell into her sweet words again.

Do you really miss him and worry about him?

Why have I never heard her mention it?

Every night at home, she was either busy happily counting her gold coins, or playing with the ball of light that Francis gave her. But most of the time, she was lying on the bed, grabbing Louise's hair, smiling with contentment. , as if I just had a big meal.

Where is there any spare time for him?

Miss him?

Lancelot continued to smile and asked softly, "Then how does Bella usually miss me?"

"……what?"

Isabella was stuck.

She looked at Lancelot dumbfounded, her big eyes full of confusion.

This conversation has never happened before.

As long as Isabella said sweetly that she missed him, the elf would turn her ears red and avoid her eyes, and even her eyelashes would tremble as if they were blown by the strong wind.

Where will I ask for further details?

How to answer this.

Isabella felt nervous inexplicably and swallowed quietly, "Well, it's the kind of thing I really want, and besides..."

Her voice became lower and lower, and she obviously felt that she was not confident enough.

"I'm probably thinking of you in my dreams."

Lancelot "..."

Confused for a while.

I didn’t expect Isabella to say that.

The elf looked at Isabella quietly for a few seconds, with all kinds of complicated emotions rolling around in his heart. While he was amused by Isabella's outrageous lies, he also unconsciously felt that his little girl was really cute. thought.

However, when Lancelot took a closer look, he suddenly discovered a small detail.

What Isabella just said seems to be true.

She didn't lie.

Usually when Isabella lied in front of him, especially when she was feeling guilty, her eyelashes would keep blinking and she would bite her fingernails unconsciously.

The more nervous she is, the more little movements she will make.

But just now, apart from lowering her eyes to avoid his gaze, she made no other unnecessary movements.

and so……

"Are you really thinking about me in your dreams?"

Lancelot was surprised, and his face began to turn red little by little.

"Ah, yes." Isabella nodded without hesitation.

She didn't lie.

In the dream, Lancelot is like a delicious big cake, and it is the kind with unlimited refills. Every bite is overflowing with sweetness, and your lips and teeth are filled with the scent of the elf.

Most of the time, the cake has a mint scent.

Occasionally it turns into the taste of fir, with a slight hint of woody coldness, but it's not unpalatable.

——Especially compared to Louise’s broken voice, which is comparable to sawing wood, the taste is thousands of times better.

Isabella suddenly added something, and said vaguely, "But don't ask about the specific thoughts in the dream."

Today, Lancelot unexpectedly likes to inquire deeply, which is very different from usual.

Isabella felt that he had not seen her for a long time. She wanted to chat more but didn't know what topic to talk about, so she could only talk about an embarrassing question.

Be considerate of the lonely elf.

He had been alone in the Lost Forest for several months.

Isabella's thinking came back perfectly, and she found a suitable reason for Lancelot's abnormal performance today.

She moved her body, and her slightly stiff limbs gradually relaxed.

Sitting astride her legs with her legs spread apart, all her weight rests on another person's body. This experience is also the first of its kind for Isabella.

Especially the elf's hand that was still placed on the back of her neck, as if she had forgotten to take it away, made Miss Dragon, a hunter, feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

This illusion of being imprisoned and restrained can easily arouse the dragon's resistance.

But if it was Lancelot, Isabella felt that he might have done it unintentionally.

In addition, the elf was willing to stick with her for free and unconditionally, and she did not need to be forced to humiliate her country and agree to some demands. Of course, Isabella was very happy.

"Anyway, I think about you in my dreams every night."

Isabella said sweetly, resting her head on the elf's neck again, and took a big breath of the golden aroma.

He continued, "You can't write or chat with me during the day. In dreams, we don't have this restriction."

Lancelot "..."

Seeing that Lancelot was quiet and silent, Isabella didn't care. She reached out and quietly pinched a handful of blond hair on her fingertips, wrapped it around her fingers a few times with satisfaction, and then raised her head.

I found that the elf's entire face was flushed.

what.

That's right.

The blushing elf was the Lance Isabella knew.

The cunning dragon lady smiled and rolled her eyes.

The sweet and coaxing words she just said are not in vain. I will ask Lydia for some books to read next time. She discovered that reading books occasionally seems to be very useful at critical moments.

Isabella beamed with pride.

"You can't think about me in your dreams, it's wrong."

Absolutely, said Lancelot.

Isabella "???"

What, is dreaming illegal?

The elf lowered his eyes, and his thick and curled eyelashes kept trembling. The light pink color spread upward from the depths of his neck, as delicate as the first blooming rose flower.

Isabella's thoughts of trying to antagonize him suddenly disappeared.

She swallowed unconsciously.

The fingertips moved slightly, and Isabella had an inexplicable impulse. She wanted to reach out and unbutton the extremely abstinent button on the elf's collar to see if the skin under the pure white and holy collar was also pink.

Lancelot no longer looked as at ease as before, let alone wanted to continue questioning and testing Isabella in his own way to see what kind of attitude she had towards him.

All he could think about now was what Isabella had just said.

Thinking about him in your dreams?

how to think?

What else to think.

Lancelot has lived for more than two thousand years and has been traveling and wandering. He has never been an ignorant elf growing up in a crystal jar.

He knows a lot of things that elves shouldn't know.

For example...

Think of someone in your dream.

You can also talk to him.

The only way Lancelot knew that he could meet, chat, and touch and hug someone in a dream was something he overheard a drunkard say when he was in a tavern to inquire about information. of.

After hearing this, the entire elf's face turned so red that it was about to be roasted.

Now Isabella actually said it so carelessly.

simply……

It's just too... too much.

Lancelot would never speculate about Isabella's feelings for him again.

She definitely likes herself.

However, there are some things that should not be thought about now.

Lancelot adjusted his expression and tried to look serious.

He cleared his throat and said, "Bella, you are still young. Some things cannot be rushed. We will take our time in the future."

Isabella "?"