The reserve food raised is the Elf King

After hearing the response from the cub in the room, Lancelot opened the door and walked in, carrying a large bag of things in his hand.

There was a big plush white carpet, a mat with a slope, various fluffy and soft pillows and quilts, and a bunch of all kinds of gadgets, which dazzled the cubs.

"You have been sleeping since you came home yesterday. I called you several times and you didn't wake up."

Lancelot first put the bag aside, walked to the bed and leaned over, carefully observing the cub's condition.

Seeing that she was in good spirits, I was relieved.

Isabella: "...!!" Why are you so close suddenly!

She stuttered for two seconds and forgot how to speak.

Lancelot noticed that she was a little dazed and thought she had just woken up, so he didn't think much about it.

"Later, I asked a person who was very experienced in raising cubs. He said that cub sleepiness is normal, and I felt relieved." Lancelot smiled slightly and took out his cub raising record book. I humbly asked for advice: "Miss Bella, how much sleep should you normally have in a day?"

Isabella: "Ah... about ten hours."

She had other things on her mind and answered casually.

The blond hair flashed before the young dragon's eyes, and it was more dazzling than the midday sun outside the window.

But this time, Isabella's attention was not on the elf's long hair.

The ring is not hidden yet!

How to do! ?

On the surface, the cub appeared to be squatting on the bed obediently, but in reality, his heart was beating wildly. Seeing the elf getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but keep glancing at the storage ring containing the notebook next to the pillow. He was extremely nervous. .

Eric said that Lance should not know about the notebook.

But she didn’t know where to hide it!

The big shining gold ring was particularly conspicuous on the light-colored bed sheets. After thinking about it, Isabella's eyes fell on the gap between the pillow and the head of the bed.

Fortunately, Lancelot straightened up after recording the time in his notebook. Isabella quickly took advantage of this opportunity, hooked the ring with her tail without leaving a trace, and moved it little by little under the pillow.

Phew - hidden.

The cub let out a quiet sigh of relief, unfolded its tightly folded wings, and flapped twice in mid-air.

Treasures must be properly kept at all times to make the Dragon Clan feel at ease. Otherwise, they will always be restless, always suspecting that there will be cunning and insidious thieves who will steal the treasures that only belong to the dragon clan.

Isabella finally felt at ease. She raised her two front paws and stretched her body. Then her attention returned to the elf again.

He said smoothly: "I ate a lot yesterday, so I can sleep longer."

Lancelot was curious: "Did you eat anything special yesterday?"

"Uh..." Isabella froze.

In order to cultivate the cub's good eating habits and frequency, he personally arranges three meals a day. She didn't find any extra meals yesterday.

Isabella glanced at the elf's long golden hair. The smooth and shiny texture was so tempting that she couldn't help but swallow her saliva. But her intuition told her that she couldn't tell the elf directly that she liked to eat his hair.

I can only think of excuses like crazy.

In the end, it was Lancelot himself who filled in the logic for her: "Did Arthur secretly stuff some snacks for you again?"

"Ah...yes, yes! It was Arthur who gave me too much."

Sorry Arthur!

We're brothers, you should take the blame!

The elf sighed helplessly.

Rationally, he should not condone Isabella's bad habit of eating random snacks and overeating, but he also knew that it was the cub's nature to be greedy.

Looking at the little dragon cub sitting awkwardly on the fluffy quilt with his big tail coiled up in a ball, he hid a bit of partiality in his heart that even he himself didn't notice. He didn't want to blame the cub more, but pointed the finger of responsibility at Arthur, seriously Said: "I will have a good talk with Arthur next time."

"..."

Isabella shrank her head guiltily, digging her nails into her scales and not daring to answer.

Seeing that the cub had realized his mistake, Lancelot did not want to continue this slightly serious topic.

The cub in front of her was obediently staying beside her, her big watery eyes seemed to be filled with a lake. The elf felt soft and couldn't help but reach out and rub her little head.

The young dragon's head is a bit large compared to its body, and compared to the tall, boyish-looking elves, it appears to be particularly small and compact.

She always likes to curl up her tail and hold it in her arms, forming a round ball. The scales on the back are densely arranged. Due to age, sharp edges have not yet grown, and it feels soft to the touch.

There is also a small protruding sharp horn on the top of the head of the young dragon. The milky white dragon horn is round and blunt, and looks very harmless.

"Eh……"

This was the first time that Lancelot took the initiative to rub her head.

Isabella was stunned for a while, and then she blinked slowly when she regained consciousness.

Her gleaming beauty is no longer beside the bed, but is busy cleaning the house not far away.

Those slender and elegant hands, each finger slender and dexterous, took out the items in the bag into categories, placing each item neatly.

Drinking cups, small mirrors, matching small benches and small tables... After laying out these daily necessities for the cubs, Lancelot took out the large carpet from the bag, and took out a colorful one from his pocket. The magic circle is attached to it.

The colorful magic circle emits a dazzling light, automatically cutting the carpet into a size that fits the room layout.

But Isabella had no time to pay attention to this novel and convenient magic. Her pair of foggy blue beast eyes stared motionlessly at the elf's hand.

Still echoing in my dull mind...

It was those hands with sharp joints that just, just rubbed her little dragon horns!

Isabella raised her hand and touched the area where Lancelot had rubbed her, as if the elf's low body temperature just now was still on her skin.

Got his head touched by Lance...

So, so shy!

The cub let out a "Woo--", hugged its big head with its forelimbs, and "popped" its head down on the bed, with its tail raised high and twisting around.

It was obvious that Arthur had touched her head, but he didn't feel as happy as Lancelot did.

Isabella rolled around on the left and right sides of the bed, her nose purring unconsciously, like hot bubbles bubbling from a small hot spring.

"Ahh—!"

Suddenly her back was hanging in the air, and Isabella rolled from the center to the edge without knowing when. She turned over and rolled directly from the edge of the bed.

She flapped her wings awkwardly a few times, but the wing bones were not fully developed. Compared to the adult dragon's flight that covered the sky, these wings were more like a pair of beautiful ornaments on Isabella's back.

He simply covered his eyes with his hands and resigned himself to waiting to hit the floor and fall.

result--

Huh?Doesn't it hurt?

The cub put down his hand and blinked, his eyes suddenly rising.

Lancelot's incomparably exquisite face magnified in front of his eyes, his golden eyes sparkling, more tempting to the young dragon than the purest gold, almost sucking her in like a vortex.

He quickly ran over from another corner of the room and picked up the cub before it landed. Not caring about anything else, he didn't even have time to put down the sleeves he had lifted up when cleaning the room, and directly hugged the cub with his two arms.

"Lance, you're so kind... burp!" So nice.

Falling into the embrace filled with the aroma of food, the cub burped, his head felt dizzy, and he almost fainted from happiness in the Elf's embrace.

Woohoo, is this the joy of the dragon clan?

After being stared at intently by these golden eyes for a few seconds, Isabella felt as if she had eaten ten more meals, and a hot feeling of satisfaction and fullness exploded from the inside out.

So happy!

But... I'm just a little overwhelmed.

"Hiccup..." It's really easy to hold up.

Isabella is sleepy again orz.

Before falling asleep, the cub was still boasting proudly in his heart——

It was indeed the food she took a fancy to at first sight.

The shining golden archangel!

Super invincible and beautiful!

She loves him so much!

The elf lowered his eyes and looked at the sleepy, carefree and thoughtless young dragon in his arms. His thick eyelashes moved slightly, implying a slight hint of helplessness and worry, "Miss Bella, you really let me People can’t rest assured.”

Actually, there was no need for Lancelot to catch the cub.

The floor was covered with the fluffiest and softest carpet, and with the blessing of a magic circle, Isabella would not be hurt even if she fell to the ground.

But the moment he saw the cub fall, Lancelot still let out a sigh of relief.

He originally lived in this bedroom alone, with only a simple bed. Now that there was a cub that could only crawl around, Lancelot was worried about her bumping into it, so he carefully covered every place in the dormitory with carpets, and wrapped the corners of the table with soft materials.

When doing this, I seemed to have completely forgotten the dragon territory I went to in the Victro Canyon in the first place, and saw all the desolate, desolate, rugged rocks.

I just want the best for the baby dragon.

——Not for any other reason.

The elves are gentle and kind. Even if he has been away from the tribe for many years, the nature in his blood is still indelible. He kept his promise and would take good care of Isabella.

"I'll adjust the height of the bed. The room hasn't been finished yet, and I don't feel comfortable putting you on the bed alone. Would you like to stand on my shoulder for a while? Let's clean up the room together. You can also take a look at the places in person. Need to adjust." The elf spoke softly, discussing with Isabella softly.

In fact, he can also put the cubs in the basket.

But since he promised not to use the basket in the future, he would definitely not go back on his word.

"After the dormitory is packed, I will take you to practice walking."

Lancelot decided to go to the library to find out again why the cub could not transform, but she herself should also learn to walk normally in the dragon's animal form.

after all……

I have never heard of a giant dragon in history that could neither fly nor walk.

However, I didn't hear the response from the little cub in my arms for a long time.

Instead, there was a slightly warm breath that fell on his arm at a very even frequency.

"..."

"Miss Bella?"

The elf opened his eyes slightly, with a hint of surprise on his delicate and gentle face.

Why did you fall asleep again?

You obviously didn’t eat anything...?