The reserve food raised is the Elf King

At night, Isabella suddenly remembered something very important.

Oh no, two pieces.

She looked at the elf who had changed into a loose robe at home and had just walked out of the study. He was about to go downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner.

The elf invited with a smile: "Bella, do you want to come to the kitchen and cook with me? I will fry the lamb chops for you tonight."

Lancelot unconsciously imagined in his mind that Isabella accompanied him in the kitchen to clean the ingredients. The little girl was so clumsy that she couldn't even distinguish the spice jars, and finally poured a pot in a hurry.

When she brought the cauldron out, it was definitely a cauldron so dark that it was hard to see what was being cooked - just like the time when she independently refined the potion, the liquid was boiling with black smoke. , which directly corroded a big hole in the floor.

It's so cute.

No matter what Isabella does, Lancelot will always find her lovely.

Even if she couldn't figure out the simplest and most basic question in the eyes of the elves, she was still very cute when she pretended to be pitiful and asked him to answer it with her pink and tender mouth.

And the next scene made the elf want to be intoxicated.

Isabella can't do the questions, so Lancelot, as her direct professor, is naturally obliged to teach her personally.

He would take his little girl in his arms and sit her on his lap.

She held the pen, stumbling to write unfamiliar formulas, while he covered the soft white hand from behind, and taught her to explore the most wonderful magic mysteries, stroke by stroke.

Lancelot fell into fantasy again.

It was like there was a huge black hole in my heart, from which seductive dreams continued to emanate.

Attracting elves to fall.

However, Isabella broke the elf's fantasy with her own hands.

She laughed dryly and refused directly, "Uh, no. I...I have something to do with Arthur!"

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding his apron stopped, "Do you want to go out now?"

Why don't you eat the food he cooked on your first day home?

"Ah, no, I'll just write him a flying letter. It's not a big deal, haha."

The more Isabella talked, the more she felt guilty.

She just remembered that since Lancelot went home tonight, he could no longer keep Louise in her bed. There were too many things happening today, and the complicated time management was obviously a bit confusing for the empty-minded Ms. Dragon.

Nancy will probably send Louise over soon.

If she dared to refuse the goods openly at the door of her house, Lancelot would definitely find out.

Isabella doesn't want Lancelot to know about Louise's existence.

Just like Francis before him, if you can hide something, it's best to hide it tightly.

The cunning rabbit also has three burrows.

Dragon's treasure.

Well, there are three hundred caves divided into categories, and each cave is full, waiting for the great dragon to come and favor him at any time.

This is the life a successful dragon should live.

Isabella sighed secretly, feeling that she still had a long way to go.

The first thing she has to do now is to deal with Louise.

But now that Francis is out on a mission, there is no extra room for Louise to sleep in the Tower of Light, so she can only...

cough.

Packed them together and threw them to Arthur.

I hope Arthur, the male protagonist of harem novels, can be more conscious and not bring his sister along with him when he hooks up with her.

The sister belongs to her!

Thinking of this, Isabella quickly planned to run upstairs to write a flying letter to Arthur.

Lancelot spoke and called from behind Isabella, who had already run to the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

"Bella."

Isabella turned around, "What's wrong?"

The elf raised his head slightly, and his flowing blond hair was braided into a soft and smooth braid, hanging down from the left side of his neck. From a distance, it looked like a big golden cat, lying lazily on his shoulder.

Isabella throated.

There is a strong urge to transform back into the dragon form and lie on the elf's shoulder together with the golden braid.

Delicious elves, I really want to eat them.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

After Lancelot finished speaking quickly, his ears felt slightly hot. He secretly glanced at Isabella with expectant eyes and raised his arms, ready for her to swoop down and hug him.

However, Isabella's reaction was a little different from what he thought.

The white-haired dragon lady was stunned, tilted her head for a long time and uttered one word, "...Eh?"

Why did the elf start to commit suicide?

To be honest, Isabella, who has always been her own boss and enjoys shamelessly pestering the elf to watch him blush, never thought that Lancelot's reserved mouth would spit out such an unpleasant-looking thing. If it fits his personality.

For a while, I felt a little bit unaccustomed to it. His slow brain suddenly got stuck and he forgot how to react.

"..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Lancelot's expression gradually darkened.

The dim sunset outside the window fell slantingly on the long eyelashes, as if cutting the light and shadow into a small piece of shadow.

Invisibly, a coldness spread from the outside.

A small bowl filled with water in the kitchen was suddenly filled with ice cubes. The cold white ice spread outwards along the table, and the next second the entire cooking table was covered with thick white frost.

However, before Isabella could possibly notice.

The cold ice suddenly disappeared.

Lancelot's fingertips hidden in his sleeves were quietly observing Isabella.

Elves are the best at observation.

Isabella didn't seem happy after his invitation.

His expression was even a bit troubled.

Usually, Isabella likes to sleep with the elf in her arms. She personally said that this is the happiest moment of her day.

What changed her attitude?

The smartest and calmest elf, at this moment, completely ignored the simplest reason - he behaved a lot uncharacteristically after coming back, and it was normal for Isabella not to be used to it.

His eyes, his thoughts, were completely blinded by another possibility.

Louise.

Every night that Isabella didn't know about, Lancelot watched clearly with his own eyes how she slept with Louise in her arms.

Hey.

Very intense jealousy.

Growing wildly in my heart.

This is not an emotion that a gentle and pure elf should have.

Gradually, it crawled all over Lancelot's heart, like dark vines, tightly wrapping around him.

However, while all kinds of negative emotions were repeatedly growing in Lancelot's mind, Isabella didn't think about it at all.

She scratched her hair and braided it into a side braid like the elf, but the method was obviously much rougher than Lancelot's, but she didn't care.

Then Miss Dragon, with her messy and cute white hair on her head, said matter-of-factly: "Of course we have to sleep together, otherwise where else do you want to sleep?"

After saying that, he glared at the elf angrily, obviously dissatisfied with his knowing behavior.

The whole building has three floors, and there are several bedrooms with beds, and only the bedroom where the two of them live together is in use. Initially, Lancelot prepared a bedroom for Isabella, but Isabella never lived in it and refused to sleep there by herself.

It’s funny, of course the owner has to hold the reserve food before he can fall asleep!

"You can only sleep with me!"

Ms. Dragon bared her teeth fiercely and reiterated the status and sovereignty issues between the two men.

After finishing speaking, not wanting to continue this topic, Isabella casually looked out the window.

"It feels a little cold inside the house. Has the weather changed outside? It's not the snowing season yet. It's really strange."

Isabella pouted her cheeks and muttered to herself, while pulling down the mid-sleeve dress that exposed half of her arms. Her soft skin had a higher temperature than normal people, and would be more responsive to low temperatures.

Outside the window is the clear breeze and sunset, quiet and beautiful.

It doesn't look like it's going to change at all.

But Isabella was sure that the sudden drop in temperature she felt at that moment was obviously not her illusion.

The dragons are very sensitive to any changes in the outside world, such as hearing, touch, smell, and the regulation of body temperature on their scales. As the most powerful hunters on the continent, they have external conditions that are as high as those of the orcs. They are quick and sharp, and have huge lethality.

However, the dragon's mind may not be as sharp as its external physical condition.

Lack of mental power is the only hidden weakness of the seemingly invincible dragons.

They don't like brains.

For example, a certain dragon lady who was chewing her fingers found that she couldn't figure out why the temperature was getting colder, so she put her confusion behind without hesitation.

Anyway, this is not the only strange thing.

Lance is also very strange today.

As for what’s strange—

Isabella looked up and down at the elf downstairs and found that, as always, she could not see any problems on that gentle and beautiful face.

Just treat it as if there is no problem.

She never thought about connecting two strange things.

But she decided to give the elf a friendly reminder.

She looked considerate and concerned: "Lance, you seem to be in a strange mood today. Did you just go back to the academy and didn't have a good rest? Let's go to bed early after dinner later."

Isabella is always concerned about the health of the food reserves. Even mental health requires personal care from the owner.

After speaking, he looked up at the magic clock in the living room.

Oops, it's almost eight o'clock in the evening. Normally, she would have gone to the Tower of Light to pick up Louise to sleep at this time.

No, no, no more chatting with elves.

Isabella said: "I have to go find Arthur early. I won't be able to make it in a while. Lance, please cook well. I want to eat the biggest and tenderest piece of lamb chop!"

As he said that, he no longer cared about Lancelot's reaction and hurriedly stepped on his slippers and ran upstairs quickly.

Lancelot was left alone: ​​"..."

How could the elves react?

The elf blushed again.

This time it was red with shame.

He, he seemed to have misunderstood Isabella.

It's all because jealousy goes to his head and makes him always think of some not-so-good thoughts. Lancelot secretly reflected that he must have returned from the Lost Forest and had not yet adjusted his mood and state, so he behaved so abnormally today.

He turned around and walked into the kitchen, silently cleaning up the puddle of water on the table that hadn't completely dried yet.

There are also a few sharp-edged ice shards left on the usually neatest and brightest table.

Awkward and messy.

It showed just how violent the elf's emotional changes were.

It seems...

Lancelot tidied everything up, and his beautiful eyes gradually returned to the purest and flawless golden color.

He had to refill his medicine.

Bella now just calls him strange if he doesn't control his emotions well.

In the future... what if Bella doesn't like him anymore?

Thinking of this possibility, the elf holding the knife and preparing to cut the meat pursed his lips.

Under the sharp white edge of the sharp knife, there was a cold chill.

Freezes into ice again.

-

Arthur is indeed a super nice guy.

Without even asking why, he agreed to the request to secretly hide someone at home.

After successfully negotiating with Arthur about Louise's temporary departure, Isabella was completely relieved. She threw herself on the bed and turned to the small satchel thrown casually beside the bed. Then she remembered that there was another very important matter that had not been resolved today.

She, Isabella, is a fourth-year student in the Mage Tower.

In the first class this morning, I openly skipped class.

Moreover, he still missed Lancelot's first class as a professor.

Such a huge mistake, given how serious the elf usually is about learning, it would have been possible for him to hold down Isabella's head and ask her to copy the thousands-page textbook on elemental magic.

Today... you didn't mention it even once? ? !

Has he forgotten?

There’s no need to punish her if she forgets, (＾－＾)v!

God of Light, I hope Lance really forgets this!

Isabella rolled around in her arms with the quilt, smiling happily, just like a white mouse who had stolen a large jar of honey.

She buried her head in the quilt and took a sharp breath. The freshness of mint leaves mixed with the coldness of fir trees filled her heart instantly.

"what?"

Isabella made a meal.

After a brief silence, he suddenly raised his head, poked the quilt with his fingertips, and pinched the pillow.

A fair and plump little face was covered with slight doubts.

Only then did she realize that the elf had changed all the bedding in the bedroom at some point. Moreover, after careful observation, Isabella discovered that not only the sheets and quilts, but also the dark brown wooden bed in the bedroom that had been slept on for several years had been replaced with a new one.

But the previous wooden bed was a year ago when Lancelot cut down a particularly old tree himself, transported it back from the distant southern forest, and built it by himself, knife by knife.

Why do you just change it?