The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Isabella had a dream.

In the dream, there was a fragrant, super-large golden peach, bathed in the warm sunshine. The size of the peach is huge, even enough for the greedy and lazy dragon lady to climb on it with her whole head. Every day, she only needs to "oow" and open her mouth to eat the fragrant and sweet peach flesh.

This dream was so beautiful that Isabella didn't want to wake up, she just wanted to lie on the peach and be a housewife.

However, one day suddenly, the bottom of the peach began to sprout again, and thick and solid dark brown vines grew silently. When Miss Dragon knew nothing about it, they suddenly wrapped themselves around the peach. A silver dragon that gnaws on fruit flesh.

The vines quickly tightened, wrapping tightly around her limbs.

Isabella fell into a dream and couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the big peach, which was originally so cute and watery, suddenly opened its huge mouth and swallowed the fat white silver dragon whole into its stomach, and then shut it up surrounded by vines. Among the dark peach cores wrapped in circles.

I want to open my shackles and escape.

But vines are actually tougher than any other material in the world.

Even when Isabella opened her sharp teeth and tried to bite open the vine on her wrist that climbed tightly along her arm, she was directly blocked by another vine that stretched out from the side.

"Well……!"

The thick vine hit her throat, and Isabella choked and whimpered, wanting to spit out the corrosive dragon saliva.

But because this is just a dream, Miss Dragon, who is trapped in the spiritual world, can't spit out anything.

The cheeks were sore from being stretched by the vines.

As if she felt that Miss Dragon was helpless against her, the vines became even more aggressive, causing a trace of physiological tears to gradually appear in Isabella's eyes.

Then he slowly withdrew.

But the vines on her limbs circled the city and tightly bound her wrists and ankles, restricting her movement.

From then on, the fleshy peach pulp could only be separated from the giant dragon by the peach core.

My mouth is watering all the time, but I can't take a bite.

——? ? !

what the hell!

You can only watch but not eat, which is really cruel for a giant dragon! !

Isabella was so frightened that she woke up from this strange and a bit sour dream.

She subconsciously reached for the other half of the bed next to her.

However, the big bed was empty and she was alone.

The moon outside the window has not yet set, and the foggy weather makes the air seem a bit dusty, giving it a gray and gloomy feel.

The academy has always been shrouded in the magic circle of a huge constant-temperature environment simulator, and such dark and dull weather rarely occurs.

It's just that it's time for the magic circle to be repaired and updated recently, and many of the great magicians in the Mage Tower have gone to attend a major meeting, so no one is repairing the magic circle for the time being.

Isabella sat up holding the quilt and glanced at the magic clock flowing quietly on the wall.

It's only half past three.

This was the first time Isabella had lost sleep at night.

I even dreamed that I was eaten by a golden peach, and...

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched her cheek.

I always feel that the slightly sore feeling from being stretched in the dream still remains in my mouth.

It's so weird! !

Isabella quickly shook her head and attributed all this to some unspeakable color books that Lydia insisted on giving her.

terrible!

However, Miss Dragon, who was rubbing her cheeks, ignored the two dark brown wooden bracelets in the shape of vines on her wrists.

She had been wearing these two bracelets for too long. In addition, Lancelot was very clever at the time and designed the bracelets to have basically no feeling. Isabella had forgotten the existence of the wooden bracelets on her wrists.

"It's so weird...I won't read the book Lily gave me next time. It's so messy that I'll have nightmares."

Isabella muttered to herself, shrank back into the quilt and decided to continue sleeping.

But this time, she tossed and turned and made pancakes on the bed, but she never fell asleep.

Unbelievable!

Ms. Julong, who usually sleeps very well, actually suffered from insomnia!

Insomnia makes it easy to have random thoughts.

Isabella remembered the... very confusing conversation she had with Lancelot on the night after the final exam in fourth grade.

……

After Isabella blurted out: "How could a dragon be married to food?"

Lancelot's face went blank for nearly a minute.

Those bright and dazzling golden eyes seemed to be unable to understand the simplest and most basic common language for the first time.

His blank eyes blinked several times, and then he looked at Isabella full of doubt.

Pure and true.

doubt.

"Bella, what did you just say...?"

The elf's face was whiter than the moonlight in the sky.

When their eyes met, Lancelot's eyes went from blank to confused to unbelievable.

Like a crumbling hope, there is still the last faint candlelight in those eyes where the tender love has not completely faded away.

The elf repeated the question softly, "Who is the food?"

Even though the facts were in front of him, Lancelot still didn't want to believe it. She refused to reconcile the word "food", which is full of the most ruthless cruelty of a predator towards its prey, with the way Isabella sees herself.

Isabella: "..."

She was silent.

After saying such cruel words, Miss Julong didn't even have the slightest excuse. Instead of her usual mischievous smile, telling Lancelot that she was joking. He didn't rush up to hug the cold elf, wrap his arms around his neck and act coquettishly.

Instead, he kept quiet and stared at Lancelot.

Let the last glimmer of hope in the elf's eyes be completely shattered and destroyed.

All likes are fake.

He assumed by default that every contact between the two of them who knew each other, fell in love, and were affectionate was all fake.

It's all his own fantasy.

All are fake.

So what is true?

Is there still reality in this world?

The truth is... a forest elf with thin skin and tender flesh will always be just a dish in the eyes of the great and aloof dragon tribe. When Isabella usually says "I like it" in her mouth, is she thinking mockingly and contemptuously in her heart about which piece of meat she should start eating?

"So...am I just a dish in your eyes after all these years?" Lancelot cruelly revealed the truth and looked at Isabella with a half-smile.

The ends of the elf's eyes were red, and scarlet bloodshot eyes filled the originally clear and soft eye sockets, and blood would drip out in almost the next second.

how so?

Not expecting things to develop to this point, Isabella was stunned.

He stammered hurriedly: "No, Lance. I like you, not just as a dish."

Lancelot suddenly raised his eyes, "Like it? What do you like about me?"

"My blond hair, my eyes, or my face?"

The elf was originally smart, but he had fallen into a shallow love before. Even if he saw some small details that were wrong, he would convince himself.

But now, all the truth is torn apart.

Isabella saw the heart-wrenching pain in Lancelot's eyes.

Those beautiful golden eyes almost shattered into traceless light.

"No, no."

Isabella organized her words in a panic. She wanted to tell Lancelot clearly and clearly that what she just said was just to illustrate a fact in the dragon clan's concept.

The dragon tribe regards marriage as sacred and unique.

As natural predators, they are not meant to be married to food.

This sounds like a joke.

Isabella didn't want to be as vague as before about marriage and deceive the elves.

So she told him the truth.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't like Lancelot; she does like him.

Moreover, Lancelot didn’t just like his blond hair, his eyes and appearance, as he thought.

She preferred the feeling of being with him.

But when she faced the elf's almost broken eyes, Isabella suddenly stuttered.

It's like a child who has done something wrong stands in front of an angry and sad parent, so nervous that he forgets to even breathe or blink.

Isabella stuttered for a long time, but she couldn't hold back a single word.

The last hope in Lancelot's heart was completely shattered.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Then when are you going to eat me?"

——Six academic years.

The elf suddenly remembered that when Isabella came home from her exams in the afternoon, she was extremely excited and counted down the time at home happily, and the deadline she mentioned was "six academic years."

"So that's it." The elf lowered his head and murmured to himself, chuckling softly at himself.

Perhaps for Isabella, after graduation, the existence of Lancelot, the elf, will have no effect. Food that has no effect will of course become a dish on the plate. Isabella had reason to eat him smoothly.

and so.

"No wonder my name never appeared in your plans when you talked about returning home after graduation."

It turned out that at that time, he had been completely eaten by Isabella.

Isabella was stunned by the elf's speculation.

If Isabella first saw the elf outside the cave in the dragon's territory, this was indeed what the dragon lady had planned at that time.

But the two have been together for so long now.

As a giant dragon, no matter how cold-blooded Isabella was, she would not really eat Lancelot.

She even considered setting the elves free.

Isabella wanted to explain and raised her hand to touch Lancelot, but he suddenly waved his sleeve and opened his arm.

"Snapped".

The crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet dark night.

A deathly silence fell all around.

After silence, the elf raised his hand and gently touched his eyebrows with his fingertips. His lowered eyelashes covered the gradually deepening look in his eyes.

His voice was low and dark, as if a broken flower had bloomed from the abyss of despair, teetering on the cold cliff.

He said, "I'm sorry, Miss Isabella, I just lost my temper."

"...W-what?"

Having not heard Lancelot call her this again for many years, Isabella raised her head blankly.

"I need to calm down for a while, excuse me."

Isabella was completely panicked now, feeling that the current situation was many times worse than she thought.

She tugged hard on the elf's fallen sleeve, and this time she said nothing to let him get away from her.

"No, Lance! Listen to me, I really didn't mean to treat you as food. What I just said was just..."

But when it comes to this, Isabella also feels that it seems a bit contradictory.

She could only make up for it crazily, "I like you, I really like you."

But this time, no matter what beautiful words Isabella said, Lancelot refused to believe it.

The elf looked at Isabella steadily, looking at her seemingly sincere and innocent eyes that were always full of clarity.

After a long while, he said coldly and calmly: "Please allow me to calm down alone, okay?"

"Then, don't be really angry with me."

Seeing that the elf's face had returned to a calm and calm expression, and even a smile that was no different from usual appeared on its lips, Isabella believed it to be true and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Lancelot smiled slightly.

The smile is gentle, and every arc is perfect. But hidden under the smile, there is a coldness and coldness without a trace of true feelings.

The elf smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Isabella silently looked up at the elf, and under his fixed gaze, reluctantly let go of the hand holding his sleeve.

……

But what Isabella never expected was that since that time, she had never seen Lancelot in the academy again.

She searched every corner, but no one knew where the elf was.

Until Isabella came to Dean Green's office again.

The old man with a white beard sat behind a large table, stroking his neat beard with a smile.

He kindly told Miss Dragon, who looked grumpy and anxious because she couldn't find the elf, "Lancelot has gone home."

"go home?"

Isabella suddenly remembered that she had never heard Lancelot mention anything related to her family.

She once thought that the elves, like herself, no longer had any family members on the mainland.

"Yes," Dean Green poured a glass of water for Isabella and handed her a handful of candies, "Lancelot's family came to see him."

Isabella was not in the mood for water or sugar.

He just asked: "Then when will Lance come back? School will start next month."

Dean Green smiled and said nothing.

Behind the slightly funny and dull black-framed glasses, his eyes carefully observed every expression on Isabella's face. Miss Dragon never knew how to cover up or whitewash, and her care and worry for the elf were all revealed on that snow-white face.

Dean Green curled up the corners of his lips without leaving any trace.

He comforted Isabella softly, "Maybe Lance will come back tomorrow, or next month, maybe..."

The last words were not finished.

Isabella looked at Dean Green with half-understanding.

Sometimes she really couldn't figure out why this mysterious old man never gave an accurate answer when he spoke.

Seeing Isabella's confusion, Dean Green asked: "Miss Bella, do you want to find Lancelot?"

Isabella thought for a moment.

There was a little hesitation in my heart.

After all, Lancelot was obviously still angry with himself when they separated last time. Isabella was a little afraid of the angry elf with a straight face. She always felt that he would be more terrifying than a fire-breathing dragon.

"How about...well, let's wait a little longer."

Isabella wanted to dig a hole, bury herself in the soil, and cover it with her wings.

She said coyly in a low voice, "Maybe Lance will come back when school starts next semester."