The reserve food raised is the Elf King

With less than two days left before the wedding, Lancelot found that Isabella had no intention of stopping this farce, and even started to try on new dresses with great interest.

The golden long skirt with a long train, the gorgeous skirt is dotted with pearls of even size, and there are hollow gems wrapped with gold wire, all of which are handmade and inlaid.

As long as there is a ray of light, it will be like a bright burning golden flame, dazzling under the grand night.

Louis and she wore similar military uniforms.

This is the dress with the highest standards in El Casa. When worn on a handsome young man, the two of them standing together can attract almost everyone's attention.

The elf hiding in the dark was almost crazy with jealousy.

But he was powerless against the wayward Miss Dragon.

I can only follow two people like I am being abused.

The night is getting darker.

Outside the palace gate, the guard came to inform Louis that there was an urgent government matter that needed to be dealt with.

Louis originally wanted to postpone the matter until the evening, but Isabella, who was changing clothes in the dressing room, had very keen hearing and immediately changed out of another long white gauze dress that she had just worn halfway through, and changed back into her own clothes.

Seeing Isabella coming out of the dressing room, Louis went up to her and explained, "It's not an important matter, Bella."

"No, government affairs are more important. You are His Royal Highness, and your people need you."

Lewis was helpless, "Okay, but you have to allow me to take you back to the palace to rest."

Isabella didn't want to agree.

Looking at Lewis' insistent expression, he had no choice but to nod.

The blond young man was tall and tall. Before he had time to change his clothes, he stepped forward and picked up the gold dress folded by the maids at the side.

Isabella was startled, "You...?"

Louis rolled his eyes and did not explain that he just wanted to help Isabella carry things himself, just like sisters Arthur and Nancy would carry their bags for their sisters when they were shopping outside in their free time.

"Come on Bella."

The big skirt hangs on the young man's strong arms, and the layers of gauze gently ripple in the breeze, occasionally floating on Louis' golden military uniform. Softness and abstinence collide with each other, hiding something subtle. A sense of ambiguity.

Isabella didn't notice this detail.

She was still worried about Lewis, "It takes twenty minutes to walk back. Will it delay your meeting?"

Lewis comforted her: "It doesn't matter, I will take care of it."

Isabella was relieved.

The girl stood on tiptoes and patted Louis on the shoulder vigorously, "Lulu will definitely become an excellent king in the future, I believe in you!"

Lewis's golden eyes flashed with softness.

"I'll work hard."

……

After returning home, Isabella urged Louis to go to the meeting quickly, watched him walk down the steps, and then closed the door herself.

As soon as she turned around, she was not surprised to see the elf sitting on the edge of the big bed, his silver eyes watching her quietly.

Isabella was already accustomed to Lancelot's presence. She was awkwardly undoing the braid that the maid had made when matching her dress, while looking at the silent elf casually.

"Do you have nothing to do every day?"

Following her and Louis all day long, his eyes almost poked a thousand holes in Louis.

Miss Dragon has always been keen, but Louis is an ordinary human being, so he didn't notice Lancelot who barely covered up his traces in secret.

"You are the Elf King, shouldn't you be busier?"

Isabella didn't mean anything else, she was really curious.

When she was in the academy before, this elf would never waste a minute. He was either studying or in the cloud laboratory. Sometimes Isabella wanted to look for him, but she couldn't find him.

Lancelot has been following her every day these days, and he is a model of idleness.

Lancelot pursed his lower lip and did not answer.

He changed the subject: "Let me help you take off your headgear."

Isabella said without hesitation: "Okay."

She immediately gave up trying to untie the complicated headdress on her head, walked to the elf, knelt down, half-lying on his knees, and leaned her head against him.

Just like when the two got along in the academy, Isabella liked to lie on Lancelot's lap, and then circled the two of them in the center with her fat tail, and then lazily enjoyed the elf's blessings. She smooths her hair.

Sometimes if you are lucky, you can happily listen to the ethereal voice from the elf and tell her some interesting stories.

But there are no fun little stories today.

After Lancelot took off Isabella's headdress, the little girl was concentrating on twisting her tail in circles. The big tail was shrunk into a small circle that could only accommodate two people, completely trapping the elf within herself. in the territory.

Then Isabella raised her head with satisfaction.

There was a slow smile in his eyes, and a bit of casual indifference.

It is obviously a perspective looking up from below, but it can easily appear a bit lacking in momentum. But Miss Dragon is like a proud queen, and every scale exudes a strong sense of power and intimidation.

It's easy to take control firmly in your own hands.

Isabella liked this feeling.

As a dragon, she should be the one controlling others.

Rather than being controlled by others.

Seeing that Lancelot had been talking very little today, Isabella said with a smile: "What's wrong, Lance, you don't seem to be very happy?"

The girl asked questions blatantly and knowingly.

He clearly knew the reason why the elf was in a bad mood, but he still insisted on teasing him deliberately.

The elf lowered his eyes.

The dragon's tail was slowly climbing up from his back, wrapping the elf's blond hair around the pointed tip of the tail. The scales on the tail are gathered together flexibly, taking care not to let the sharp edges damage any of the elf's hair.

Lancelot seemed obedient and quiet, letting Miss Dragon play with his hair as she pleased.

But Isabella didn't seem to like Lancelot's appearance very much.

His non-answer behavior made Isabella feel a little bored. She wanted to see more other expressions of the elf instead of being quiet and speechless.

She doesn't deny her bad taste.

Making Lancelot change his face was her biggest hobby these days.

And...Lancelot has been a little too good lately.

Isabella always felt that this elf seemed to be holding back some big move.

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Just as the silver-white tail was about to let go, there was a respectful knock on the door from the maid.

"Your Highness, I have your letter."

Ever since Louis discovered one time that Isabella didn't seem to like being called princess, he thoughtfully asked the palace attendants to change the title.

Isabella was curious: "Where did it come from?"

How could anyone send her a letter at this time?

Could it be Francis?

It feels like a long time since I heard from the blind rabbit.

Isabella thought of him two days ago and asked Lewis specifically.

Although Louis is a human race, he is also Arthur's prospective brother-in-law after all, and he also knows a little bit about the adventure team member of the male protagonist in the original book.

But Louis said he still didn't know where Francis was. A few months ago, Francis said he had something to deal with and left Arthur's team alone. Then no news was heard from him for a long time, and no one knew where he went.

The maid outside the door replied: "It's the express station in the border town of Elcasa, and it's an urgent letter."

Express delivery station?

Isabella suddenly jumped up.

It couldn't be related to the magic potion she sent to Clavia! ?

A week ago, she sent the finished magic potion machine and the summary of her graduation project to Dean Green through the express station in the border town.

When I thought of this possibility, Isabella had no intention of continuing to tease Lancelot. She quickly pulled her tail back, stood up, pushed the door open and walked out.

The blond hair, which had been toyed with by the dragon's tail, lay alone and lonely on the bed.

Lancelot watched as Isabella hurried out.

After a long while, he quietly stretched out his hands to bundle his long hair into a bundle, and slowly rearranged the messy hair smoothly.

Looking at Isabella's back with visible signs of anxiety, the elf who has always been acting weak and pitiful, a faint smile quietly appeared in her eyes.

But when Isabella came back again, the emotion in her eyes quickly dissipated and disappeared.

The elf once again returned to his sweet and harmless appearance.

He asked with concern: "What's wrong, Bella? Did something happen?"

Isabella stepped heavily on the ground, obviously extremely anxious, "The potion I sent to Dean Green was lost in the middle of the journey. The bounty hunter who delivered the courier encountered a sudden dark crack when crossing the edge of the desert. , not only lost my potion, but also lost my way during the escape, which led to me being notified of the news now."

There is only the last day left to submit your graduation project.

Isabella didn't have time to re-check and send the express.

Lancelot was also anxious for her and suggested, "How about I write a letter to Mr. Green with you to explain, and we can also ask His Highness Louis to be a witness."

Isabella shook her head, with a worried look on her face: "No, Mr. Green specifically told me not to miss the deadline. Once the score statistics system is shut down, there is nothing he can do even if he is the dean."

She pinched the letter in her hand and scratched her hair slightly manically.

Ignoring the elf who continued to give her advice, she kept her head down and tangled at the edge of the letter.

Isabella didn’t want to wait until three years to graduate.

Although three years is not a long time for Miss Julong, it may take more than three years just to sleep in a pile of gold coins. But Isabella really wanted to graduate and go home. From the moment she entered school... no, from the first second she learned she was going to school, she had been thinking about graduating.

She didn't want to wait a minute.

After a while, Isabella finally made up her mind.

"I have to go back myself."

The dragon flies extremely fast, and it only takes a day at most to travel from here to Clavia.

only……

Maybe I can’t keep up with the appointment with Lewis.

Isabella slowly flattened the almost crumpled letter paper in her hands and folded it carefully again. She struggled in her heart because of living up to Louis' expectations, but in the end, her desire to graduate was more important.

She stood up and looked up at Lancelot.

White hair like a waterfall poured down from her shoulders, and the girl's cold silver eyes reflected the gentle and well-behaved appearance of the elf in front of her.

She warned coldly: "Lance, it's best not to let me know that this matter has anything to do with you."