The reserve food raised is the Elf King

When Isabella woke up, she found herself lying on a huge bed. The soft and fluffy mattress was her favorite style.

She was confused, rubbed her head and got up, starting to think about what had happened.

Take a look at the new environment around you.

The square four-poster bed is a full meter wide.

Dark brown vine patterns are carved on each bedpost, drawn into complex ancient totems. There is also a small fitting copper ring on the top, which seems to be able to buckle something in.

The thick curtains beside the bed blocked the view outside. The two pillars at the foot of the bed were much higher than the ones at the head of the bed. The hanging brocade seemed to be used to tie the bed curtains.

Isabella had never seen such a large bed with a tight covering on all sides. She curiously touched the soft goose down pillow under her body and asked, "Did some kind elf pick me up and take me home?"

The world of elves...

Miss Julong also had aimless and divergent thinking, and she didn't feel nervous about being in a strange environment at all.

After all, as an invulnerable dragon, she has always been confident.

After a while, Isabella belatedly remembered the business.

"Oh, by the way. That golden apple..."

The one I only took a bite of, but haven't tasted the taste carefully yet, is the golden apple.

It actually made a giant dragon that was immune to five poisons pass out easily.

and……

Isabella raised her hand slightly hesitantly and touched her lips lightly.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but there seemed to be a familiar scent of fir trees lingering on her lips. Of all the people she knew, only Lancelot had such a cool and unique scent.

But soon, Isabella personally ruled out this speculation.

Because when she lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed and look around, she discovered to her embarrassment... that she had been changed into a nightgown at some point.

The hem of the thin nightgown only reached the middle of her thighs. A little movement would expose most of her fair skin.

If it was Lancelot, he was very familiar with Isabella's habits and knew that she had some unusual mysophobia and reserve (?) in some aspects. That is, in addition to sleeping at home, she also wears a pair of loose pumpkin pants under her nightgown, even in the most luxurious hotels.

Otherwise it will be uncomfortable to sleep.

Lancelot would not make her uncomfortable.

Isabella took it for granted that even if she hadn't seen each other for nearly ten years since fourth grade, if she saw Lancelot again, he would still take care of her as thoughtfully and meticulously as before.

So it's definitely not him.

Isabella pulled up her skirt again and lay beside the bed, not wanting to move.

I don’t know how long she slept. Isabella still hasn’t recovered from those two days and one night of swimming across the sea. Especially the muscles in my legs are sore and swollen due to excessive exercise. They have not been massaged in time. Now they are so sore just by moving my feet that I can frown.

"What a delicate humanoid body." Isabella muttered, patted her thin and pale arms, and frowned in disgust: "Such thin arms, you can eat so much every day without getting fat."

She was so majestic when she transformed into a giant dragon. The thickness of one claw alone was much thicker than her current arm.

This was also the reason why Isabella always wanted to go home. She didn't want to expose the identity of the dragon outside, so she could only hide in the crowd in human form, which made Isabella always feel aggrieved.

She still likes the feeling of being able to spread her wings freely, stretch every scale, and fly freely in the sky.

Miss Julong raised her head and looked around to make sure there was no gap in the bed curtain. She planned to transform back into the form of a giant dragon. Only in the dragon form could she recover her strength quickly.

——This is her best way to be lazy every time she is injured or tired.

One second, two seconds.

The girl sitting cross-legged on the bedside suddenly straightened up, the laziness in her expression disappeared, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

She pinched her still sore legs and became quiet again.

One second, two seconds——

Isabella: "???!!"

She was shocked.

Why, why can't you change back? ? !

It's like he's back to the cub stage where he couldn't even walk, and he still can't accurately control the dragon's transformation. But after so many years, Isabella is now a fully grown giant dragon, and it is impossible for her to make such a weak-minded mistake.

"what the hell……"

Isabella frowned and tried four or five times again.

But no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't change back. She couldn't even change back with a finger.

Isabella was completely panicked now.

If she couldn't change back, she wouldn't even have the strength to swim back to the mainland with her current human body, which was so fragile that it couldn't lift a bucket of water.

From the time she broke out of her shell until now, Miss Dragon has always relied too much on her physical fitness as a dragon.

Including every time she competes in the duel arena, she relies on her agility and speed that others cannot detect her transformation with the naked eye. Every time the opponent's attack hits her, she quickly transforms a certain part of her body into a giant dragon. Scales with extremely high defensive power to resist various attacks from opponents.

Except for Mr. Green, who has sharp observation skills close to the level of a holy magician, most other normal people are unable to capture Isabella's transformation speed.

This is why Mr. Sorens of the Warrior Tower made many requests, but Mr. Green never relented and agreed to let Isabella transfer to the Warrior Tower. Because he knew that according to Isabella's lazy character, if she really went to the Warrior Tower, she would completely let herself go, not learn any serious fighting skills, and only rely on the dragon's natural super defense and physical attack capabilities to be lazy. .

Now, there is no way to turn back into a dragon.

Isabella's greatest reliance was gone.

Her humanoid body was severely lacking in exercise, and she didn't have much magic control. She could memorize most of the spells with difficulty, and was no different from an ordinary human being.

——There is no difference at all.

The dragons are immortal, and no matter how fatal the human body is injured, they will only fall into a coma.

But this did not comfort Isabella at all.

Her face was pale, and there was a hint of panic in her misty blue eyes.

This was a situation Isabella had never expected, and she didn't know what to do at the moment.

"No," Isabella muttered in a low voice, nervously holding the quilt in her hand, "I have to send the invitation to the Elf King quickly, and then ask him to send me back to Clavia."

She needs to return to a place she is familiar with before she can feel safe.

Isabella touched her hand subconsciously, and was suddenly stunned again.

"Where's my ring?"

Such a big, so shiny, storage ring!

There was nothing in the sky above the slender fingers.

But Isabella clearly remembered that she put the storage ring on her finger before going into the water.

There is also a notebook for contacting Eric.

Now, I wanted to ask my brother why he couldn't transform back, but there was no other way.

It is impossible to fall into the sea, and the dragon will never lose his treasure through negligence.

Unless... the elf who brought her home took her ring away.

Isabella frowned.

Things felt vaguely bad.

However, the more this happened, the more Isabella had to calm down.

Fortunately, the other storage ring hanging around her neck was not lost. This was the vine crown ring that the Duke gave her when she was in the human palace. At that time, Isabella was so strange that she stuffed the invitation letter to the Elf King into the ring without even thinking clearly about it.

By accident, the invitation is still there.

Isabella opened the bed curtain, planning to go to the Elf King to explain the situation first, and hoped that he could retrieve the dragon's storage ring for her.

otherwise--

The dragon will never spare any thief who covets her treasure.

Isabella slowly moved her legs and grinned for a while before moving to the bed and stepping on the ground. Her arms were also sore, and she tremblingly lifted up the bed curtain and hung it on both sides of the bedpost.

Looking up, his entire expression suddenly froze.

what is this?

birdcage?

The sturdy birdcage is made of pure gold and is as high as a storey. The gaps between each rail were very small and went straight up, surrounding Isabella and locking her in the center of the cage.

Not far away are tables, wardrobes and other common furniture, as well as a huge mercury mirror.

The mercury mirror printed the girl's confused and uneasy expression, and every slight change in emotion seemed to be clearly recorded by this mirror.

Like a pair of eyes, staring at her closely.

No detail is spared.

Isabella was in no mood to continue looking around.

Recalling what the fisherman said before, she guessed the reason why she was locked up. Could it be that she entered the kingdom of elves by mistake because she did not get the approval of the Elf King?

She pursed her lips, and her intuition told her that it was not that simple.

I walked to the edge of the birdcage and looked outside through the railings. There was a thick white fog and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The entire birdcage has no doors that can be pushed open.

It seemed that the person who locked Isabella in had no intention of letting her leave again.

"Is there anyone?! Is there - anyone -?"

Isabella hid her increasingly uneasy look and tried to look outside, trying her best to show a kind and polite side, "I am a student of Clavia Academy of Magic, and I am here to send an invitation to the respected Elf King to celebrate the academy's anniversary. letter."

After shouting dozens of times, I finally heard the sound of the scraping of clothing coming from far and near.

The nearby fog dissipated, and as the two tall figures approached, the thick fog reunited behind them.

Two black-skinned and silver-haired elves stood outside the birdcage. One had a long sword hanging on his waist, and the other had a bow and arrow on his shoulder. They looked like they were guards nearby.

This was the first time Isabella saw such an elf who looked completely different from Lancelot. They were taciturn and said nothing. The pure silver eyes showed an emotionless hollowness and indifference.

Four eyes were staring at her at the same time, which actually made Isabella feel a little scared.

She was stunned for a moment before she remembered her purpose, and tried to put on a kind and bright smile to explain her purpose.

"Hello, I'm..."

Just as the smile on her lips rose, the silver-eyed elf interrupted her coldly.

"This is the elf king's will."

"what?"

The smile on Isabella's face froze.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and the air temperature dropped sharply.

The two dark-skinned elves seemed to be aware of this, and looked behind them in unison.

The next second, the two of them bowed and saluted silently at the same time, with expressions of solemn reverence. After getting up, he disappeared into the mist again.

"Hey! You haven't heard me out yet. There must be something -" What a misunderstanding!

Isabella stretched out her arms from the gap between the railings, trying to catch the two elves who were moving away, but only caught a handful of air.

"..."

She lowered her head in frustration, rubbed her flat belly, and said with a sense of grievance in her voice, "Even if you don't want to hear my explanation, at least leave some food for me."

From the time she landed until now, poor Miss Dragon has only taken one bite of the golden apple.

Ah wait - Isabella suddenly recalled that she seemed to have eaten something similar to this golden apple somewhere. But Miss Julong has eaten too many good things, and she needs to think for a while.

She lowered her head to recall and didn't see it.

The mist in the distance dispersed to both sides again, as if respectfully clearing a path for the figure walking on the road.

The visitor was wearing a pure white robe, almost blending into the mist. Her loose blond hair was braided into complicated hair accessories, and she had a crown of thorns on her head, with a dark silver simple carved gemstone inlaid in the center.

The elves are shining with golden light, sacred and cold, and are out of reach above the clouds.

However, unlike his beautiful appearance, his eyes were so gloomy and cold, his pure silver eyes were empty and as cold as a cold pool.

Isabella was still immersed in memories.

Ah, I remembered!

She finally remembered!

The taste of golden apples is exactly the same as the golden jelly beans that Lancelot gave her every day when she was in fourth grade!

A trace of joy flashed across Isabella's face as memories of more than ten years could still be brought out. Suddenly she heard footsteps getting closer and closer to her ears, and she subconsciously raised her head.

Instantly, her eyes were filled with stars, and the girl shouted with joy and surprise: "Lance!?"

"Why are you here!"

She finally saw an acquaintance and happily slapped the railings of the golden bird cage. Her voice was clear and bright: "Help me open this strange cage. I'm here to send an invitation to the Elf King. I'm not an intruder." .”

After not seeing each other for so many years, Isabella saw the familiar elves again, and there was no sense of strangeness or distance at all. It was as if the two had only been separated for a few days. These long thousands of days and nights were like passing smoke in her world, not worth remembering at all.

Isabella had many things to say to Lancelot.

She complained familiarly about all the strange and unlucky things that had happened to her since she landed until now.

"I don't know which elf took my ring by mistake, and I still can't change it back to its original shape...Lance, your elf king's aesthetics are so strange. You even use this strange-shaped birdcage to arrest people, like a birdcage." It’s like people are kept in captivity like little birds.”

When the girl spoke, her expression was natural and intimate.

There was genuine joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

As if it was just an ordinary day after school, the little girl came home after a day of classes, leaned on the elf's shoulder and shared with him the trivial events of the day.

"..."

The elf didn't speak.

Isabella finally realized what she was saying and slowly stopped talking.

She looked up and unexpectedly saw the elf's cold, pure silver eyes.

His eyes were blank.

"Lance, you..." Isabella vaguely felt something was wrong, forced a smile, and asked tentatively: "Did your Elf King arrest the wrong person?"

She put the emphasis on the words "Your Elf King" hard.

The growing sense of uneasiness in her heart gave her a very bad intuitive signal.

But Isabella still wanted to whitewash the situation.

The elf outside the cage did not respond. The girl raised her lips in embarrassment and repeated dryly: "I really... just came to deliver a letter, that's all."

But I don't know which word actually angered the elf completely.

A trace of anger flashed in his cold silver eyes, which was his first emotion today.

The next second, the elf appeared in the birdcage.

Isabella was startled unprepared and subconsciously took a step back.

Being pinned against the birdcage by Lancelot.

There was no physical contact between the two of them, but Isabella felt like she was being suppressed and unable to move.

It's confinement magic.

Under her ankles, several vines grew out of the soft and clean soil. They quickly took root and sprouted, running up her white calves, firmly holding Isabella in place.

Isabella tried to lift her legs, but the vines around her ankles became tighter.

"hiss--"

The delicate humanoid skin couldn't stand such rough friction, and soon the ankles were red from being strangled.

But the vines had no intention of letting go.

Isabella was afraid of pain, so she had to stand where she was.

She raised her head and swallowed lightly.

I want to say something to ease the increasingly strange atmosphere.

"Lance..."

"Shh."

The elf chuckled and interrupted her.

The ethereal voice passed through the white mist in the distance and echoed in the ears.

A wooden scepter suddenly appeared in his right hand, with a crown of thorns at the top holding a huge crystal, symbolizing the supreme royal power.

The cold crystal pressed against Isabella's throat, and gently lifted the girl's chin.

The sharp crystal almost scratched the delicate skin.

But the elf just looked at it indifferently, showing no pity at all.

Isabella had no choice but to raise her chin according to the force, and looked directly into the elf's thick silver eyes.

"Dear Bella, it's me who wants to trap you."

From now on, you can only stay here forever.

Be the only one that belongs to me.

Caged bird. wPlease remember:,