The reserve food raised is the Elf King

This world has very loose restrictions on men and women. The lifespans of different races vary greatly, and the characteristics and customs of races are also different.

Some races are monogamous and must enter into a marriage contract in order to have children. Some races support free love relationships, and as long as they have the ability, they can date ten love partners at once.

In order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, the human nobles will only recognize the children of pure human beings, but this does not prevent them from looking for alien creatures to pursue feelings.

Arthur grew up in this environment.

Both his father and his mother gave him more brothers and sisters than he could count on both hands.

This was the first time Arthur heard that only couples could sleep in the same bed.

——But to clarify one fact, Arthur has not heard of these customs because he is illiterate himself, and he cannot blame others.

In the cultural class, the instructor specifically talked about how different races get along with their partners.

They all fell asleep while Arthur snored.

The hair on the boy's head swayed, and he muttered in a low voice: "I'm shocked by the racial differences..."

"Yeah, I was shocked."

A kind voice came in from behind Arthur with a smile.

"——??"

All three pairs of eyes shifted instantly.

"Dean Green——?"

Arthur's hair swooshed and he jumped away suddenly, his voice changing its tone.

"Haha, long time no see," Dean Green smiled and stroked his white beard.

"The young man is still so energetic."

Dean of the Mage Tower, Mr. Green.

The once most powerful grand mage at Clavia Magic Academy, it is rumored that he is the closest to the holy mage.

His short and fat body was wrapped in a white mage robe, like a big round glutinous rice ball. There is no trace of age on the face hidden in the white beard, the skin on the face is also plump, and there is no wrinkle at the corners of the eyes.

"Dean."

Lancelot raised his head, his expression calm, unlike Arthur's shock.

The golden eyes looked at the man in black attire slowly approaching from a distance, smiled and nodded, "Your Excellency Solons."

He was calm, elegant and gentle, and introduced both parties:

"This is Miss Isabella of the Dragon Clan."

"Oh, dear Miss Bella—"

"Finally I meet you! You are such a beautiful and lovely little lady." Mr. Green walked to the basket kindly and stretched out one finger of his right hand, as if he wanted to shake hands with her in a friendly way.

The chubby big head came closer, and the fluffy white beard also floated over.

"Hello, Mr. Green." The cub's voice was soft, and he carefully stretched out his paw and gently poked Mr. Green's fingertips.

A small dimple was poked out from the fat white fingertip.

"...!"

Mr. Green took a deep breath and suddenly became enthusiastic and inconsistent with his kind appearance. He praised excitedly: "You are so powerful and perfect. Oh, look at your smooth lines, flawless dragon horns, and dazzling silver dragon." Scales, even..."

"???"

Is your mind okay?

Isabella was startled by his star-struck expression.

He raised his hand to reflexively pick up his tail. Unexpectedly, his center of gravity was unstable and his body fell backwards, almost falling out of the basket.

"Green, calm down."

Mr. Sorens grabbed Mr. Green by the back collar, moved the big white glutinous rice dumpling far away, and said expressionlessly: "He hasn't seen a dragon in thousands of years, and his hallucinations have worsened again."

Isabella: "...Oh."

She began to doubt whether this college was reliable.

"Sir Green, have you met my brother Eric?"

"Yes, yes, um, of course. Mr. Eric -" Fat Grandpa became excited again.

Recalling the past, the old face instantly glowed, and he chanted like a poem: "I will always remember his strong and brave silver wings, his giant claws that are sharper than the weapons of the Holy Swordsman, and his flames that burn the soul." Powerful magic, hotter than the hottest magma."

Isabella: "..."

The western fantasy world is also indispensable for groupies.

Eric's otaku character actually has ardent fans who write rainbow fart essays for him.

"Sir Eric once rescued Green and helped him embark on the path of learning magic."

Mr. Solens explained for Greene that he seemed to be reticent and would shut up after saying a few words.

But the hand holding Green's collar did not move away.

"Cough-cough-"

Mr. Green finally returned to normal, looking like a kind and kind old scholar again.

He took out a pair of black thick-framed glasses from his loose sleeves and placed them on the bridge of his nose. His eyes looked huge behind the thick lenses: "Miss Bella, do you mind if I take you to the laboratory to check your physical condition?"

"How to check?" Isabella was very cautious in this regard.

You won't need injections or blood draws.

She resisted and said bluntly: "You can write to Eric and ask him."

The tone was a bit harsh, but Isabella softened her tone again and blinked her big, watery eyes.

With an expression of "I am a good baby": "Mr. Green, just call me Bella."

"Little Bella." Mr. Green changed his title with a smile, "As far as I know, Mr. Eric has been sleeping for many years...?"

Lancelot explained on the side: "There is a phantom left by Sir Eric in the dragon's territory, and he has been guarding Miss Bella."

Mr. Green was stunned.

She must have regarded the Phantom as one of her own kind.

But the cub must not know that the phantom is just a phantom after all. After completing the mission of the established magic contract, it will turn into a point of light and disappear between heaven and earth.

Isabella: "...What riddles are you playing?"

The pity and love in Mr. Green's eyes almost overflowed, and Isabella felt uncomfortable with this kind of warm emotion coming from other people.

What happened to Eric?

Isabella was extremely curious. She looked left and right but no one gave her an answer.

Suddenly she remembered the notebook that Eric secretly stuffed into her before leaving the dragon's territory. Now the young dragon couldn't wait to find a deserted place and open it to find the answer.

Mr. Green avoided talking about Eric. He hoped that the little cub would always be happy.

"It doesn't matter if Bella doesn't want to check. Those cold instruments in the laboratory do look annoying."

You can't force a giant dragon, even if the little guy in front of you can't even walk.

Dragons are immortal, ill-tempered and vengeful. The consequences of angering the Raging Dragon are not something that a race with a short lifespan like them can bear.

Lord Green looked at Lance and said with a satisfied smile: "Thank you for your hard work along the way, Lance."

He arranged the next plan, "Miss Bella cannot transform, and she may not be able to keep up with many courses. It is better to adapt to the daily life of the academy first, and then formally study in the classroom after transforming."

The existence of young dragons should not be publicized.

Mr. Green hopes to provide her with the safest environment so that she can pass through her childhood smoothly.

"You first teach her the basics, including an introduction to each major in the Three Towers, the classification of magic departments and the types of combat weapons, as well as the various rules and regulations of the academy."

"Okay, Dean."

"You can also visit the Duel Tower. There are many exciting games recently."

"Okay, Dean."

This is what Lancelot should do.

"I will add cloud lab authorization to both you and her."

"OK?"

Lancelot hesitated.

There are many precision instruments and magic array equipment in the laboratory, and Isabella doesn't understand anything...

Lancelot was just about to find a reason to refuse, but was interrupted by Lord Green:

"You two are the guides and the new students. The relationship should be closer than that between ordinary classmates. Lance, you will always get along happily."

The fat old man smiled kindly and took off his glasses to straighten his beard that was weighed down by the frame.

His white beard floated in the breeze, just enough to reveal the six-pointed star magic circle pendant hanging on a thin chain on his chest.

That is the master key of the cloud laboratory. If you want to obtain laboratory authorization, you must use this key.

"Am I right, Lance? You are the best and brightest student in our Mage Tower. I have always been optimistic about you."

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and nodded, "I understand, Dean."

"As for where to live -" Mr. Green pondered for a moment.

His eyes fell on Isabella.

The little cub was bored, and just now he quietly climbed on top of Arthur's head and pulled his hair to play with it.

He fights and fights, and looks extremely dependent and clingy.

It seemed that Lancelot was a little lonely.

But Lord Green believes that the elf he selected will not let him down.

Lord Green smiled kindly: "Little Bella, do you want to live with Lance before officially enrolling? He is the ninth grade prefect and has a large single-person dormitory."

Isabella looked up.

Before he could speak, the shadow-like Sir Solons suddenly spoke abruptly: "Arthur also has an independent dormitory. You are of similar age, so it is suitable for you to live together."

"Haha..." Mr. Green narrowed his eyes slightly and glared at Mr. Solens.

Old guy, you want to get something for nothing without saying anything?

Of course Mr. Green refused to give in.

He swung his sword in an attempt to kill the bad guy next to him who was trying to rob someone.

But he did not argue with Sorens. Instead, he turned to Arthur and smiled kindly: "I remember that you just submitted an application this year and took your sister to live with you, right?"

Arthur was suddenly called by name and looked confused: "Um, yes, Mr. Green. My sister Lydia lives with me."

Dean Green smiled and said: "Good boy, you study so hard and take care of your sister at the same time. Thank you for your hard work."

"Ah... no, uh."

Arthur opened his mouth, embarrassed to expose himself in front of the two deans. All the cultural classes passed by at the end of the semester, and he got the first place in the overall ranking thanks to the accumulated credits from combat courses and college duels.

He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning slightly red.

"Actually, the prefects' dormitories are very close to each other. Little Bella likes Arthur and wants to play with him. It's very convenient."

"Are you right, little Bella?"

Isabella said with a reasonable expression, "Yeah, Arthur has his own things to be busy with, so Lance and I can just sleep!"

——In a rare moment of wit, she saw that both deans were competing for her.

Although I don't know why.

But since she was given this opportunity, she must seize it and stick to Lancelot's side openly and honestly, so that he can't get rid of her even if he wants to.

Long live the blonde beauty!

Of course, the dragon's most precious treasure must be guarded by her personally to rest assured!

Isabella puffed out her small breasts and said cheekily: "Lance also promised before that he would sleep with me!"

"Really?"

Mr. Green was surprised, "Lance, have you made an appointment with little Bella?"

Isabella wagged her tail triumphantly.

She was smart and caught Lancelot's weakness at a glance.

He made excuses to deal with her last night, so it didn't matter that he didn't want to sleep in the same bed with her.

How dare he not do what the dean told him to do?

Lancelot's forehead jumped twice, feeling a headache because of the cub's mischief.

Facing Mr. Green's seemingly smiling eyes, he couldn't deny it, so he had to respond: "Yes."

"But we didn't..." Sleeping in the same bed.

Lancelot wanted to clarify and make amends, but Mr. Green happened to smile with relief: "Haha, that's really the best."

"..."

"We old men, please don't interfere in the children's choices. Don't you think so, Solons?"

Mr. Green looked at Mr. Sorens, his eyebrows raised high, like a big and mighty rooster.

Lord Sorens was silent.

But Mr. Green was unwilling to let him go and insisted on competing with him.

Until the elf and the three dragon cubs had gone away, the two of them, one black and one white, were still standing on the corridor bickering.

Lord Greene had a one-sided quarrel.

Jumping up and down, his energy was completely inconsistent with his gray-haired appearance.

He is a fire elemental magician. When he was young, he also had a bad temper.

"You cunning old man, how dare you cut off your beard in front of my eyes!"

"Old guy! Bad guy! Of course I won't let your trick succeed!"

"...&!"

"Green——"

Solens' voice was low and cold, and he sighed slowly.

Like a pool of water dousing a fire instantly.

He lowered his eyes and fumbled with the hilt of the sword with his rough fingertips.

There is a bit of uncertainty and hesitation.

"Does the savior predicted by the doomsday really exist?"

Before his death, the greatest prophet on the continent left his last prophecy to the public.

——Doomsday prophecy.

【…

The end will eventually come/

In a continent abandoned by the god of light

Resurrection of the Undead Skeletons/Return of the Fallen Angel and the Scepter/

Wandering endlessly in the maze

Brutal beasts tear the sky apart/The evil god is crowned/

The tree of reincarnation will dry up

...]

Mr. Green also became quiet.

He calmly watched the three people disappearing in the distance.

The silver-white giant dragon cub shone in the sunlight. While playing with the young man with flaxen curly hair, she was using her fat tail to quietly hook the elf's hair that was floating in the air.

Carefree, even the laughter has no shadow at all.

"There will be."

Lord Green's eyes dimmed slightly, and he raised his head before smiling slightly.

"At least we have found the beast now."

The beast of prophecy.

The strongest overlord in the continent.

——The dragon tribe.