The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The cave with rugged rocks is filled with the oppressive atmosphere of death.

Hot magma was bubbling deep underground, and the deep grunts of beasts came from nowhere, along the rugged path of the cave, from an endless distance.

Scary, dull, and extremely depressing.

It seems that a huge disaster will happen at any time.

A figure in black robes stood in front of the huge stone door in the center of the cave.

In his hand he held a strangely shaped double-edged scimitar. One side of the hilt is inlaid with evil gems, exuding an overwhelming dark aura, like the eyes of a night demon. The other side is inlaid with bright gems, shining as bright as fire in the dark cave.

The man in black robe slowly raised the scimitar and drew it towards his wrist with trembling.

The robe swayed as he raised his hand.

"Zheng-"

The second before the sharp blade was about to cut through his skin, a hand behind him tightly grasped his knife-holding arm, stopping him from moving.

"What are you doing?"

An ethereal and cold voice sounded in the cave.

Lancelot's eyes were cold and resolute, and he quickly knocked the scimitar from the man in black robe's hand.

With a "bang" sound, the scimitar parabola passed through the air and hit a stone on the side.

The man in black robe turned slightly sideways, and his huge hood fell down in the movement, revealing a head of white hair.

"Your Majesty the Elf King?"

His voice was surprised, obviously he didn't expect Lancelot to appear here.

Lancelot ignored it, his sterling silver eyes were cold, and he asked again: "Francis, what are you doing?"

In front of Shimen who sealed the Dark Demon God, his behavior just now was obviously very strange.

Francis paused, and a wry smile escaped his lips.

He slowly raised his head, revealing his face that had just been obscured by the brim of his hat.

The originally beautiful and holy face now had two huge holes, and the eye sockets were empty. The ferocious scars had not yet completely healed, and there was even a faint smell of decay in the wounds.

Lancelot was slightly startled, "Your eyes?"

Francis lowered his head again. His mutilated face made him feel inferior when he stood in front of the elf king who was as glorious as a god.

"I'm paying for the mistakes I made."

He spread out his other hand, and in the palm of his hand lay two blood-red beads like scarlet rubies. Mysterious patterns flowed inside the beads, which were very similar to the terrifying and evil aura inside the stone door.

The strong dark aura came over, and Lancelot couldn't help but frown subconsciously.

"Did Bella ask you to come?" Francis asked.

As if sensing Lancelot's discomfort, Francis thoughtfully took the bead farther away. He chuckled and said calmly: "If this is Miss Bella's wish, then it will also be Mr. Eric's wish."

"So, please, His Majesty the Elf King, don't stop me."

These words were so confusing that Lancelot interrupted Francis directly, suppressing his every move with his fingers. There was no way he could make this strange-looking rabbit do anything unpredictable.

Francis didn't pay attention to Lancelot's defense. He was even in the mood to smile, "The dragon chose the light. I will never go against the wishes of the dragon."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Shimen.

It seemed like he was mumbling to himself, or explaining his strange behavior to Lancelot.

"There was once a little turtle who yearned for eternal life. Because of his greedy desire, he made a deal with the Dark Demon. From then on, he abandoned his body, tore his soul apart, and became an immortal monster on the continent."

"Eternal life comes at a price. The Dark Demon used him as a medium to send a small piece of soul to him, hoping to use his eyes to spy on the other half of the free continent."

Francis looked at the scarlet bead in his palm and smiled mockingly.

He regretted it early.

So I never opened my eyes again.

But there is no use regretting it.

The contract of the Dark Demon God was not something that a little turtle with little power like him could resist.

So Francis shamelessly took advantage of Eric's trust in him, and quietly stole a secret treasure in the Dragon's Cave before feigning death and leaving Victro.

It allowed him to gain faith in endless light and suppress the fragment in his soul that belonged to the Dark Demon.

Eric has so many treasures, coupled with his careless and reckless character, that he may not have noticed Francis' little moves so far. He even truly felt sorry for his partner who died unexpectedly, and wrote many fragments of Francis in his notebook.

It's a pity that Francis failed him.

He is a liar.

The liar even tried to get forgiveness from the dragon before he died.

After all, it is an unattainable delusion.

Dragons are the most vengeful race, and they will never forgive those who betrayed them.

……

The huge sealing magic circle began to flicker, which seemed to indicate that the monster inside the stone door was about to wake up.

As the light shone cooler and cooler, Francis frowned and said with a particularly ugly face: "It's almost too late."

This was beyond his expectations.

I thought the Dark Lord would wake up later.

Lancelot also discovered this problem, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he faced the stone door head-on.

As soon as he raised his hand, Francis mistakenly thought that the Elf King wanted to attack head-on, and quickly squeezed forward to block him with his body.

Lancelot frowned: "Do you know what you are doing? If you stop me again, even if you are Bella's friend, I will no longer be merciful."

Francis pursed his lips, lowered his head and moved half of his body away, "This is my sin, and I should pay for it myself."

As he spoke, he stepped on a magic circle under his feet.

Lancelot had not discovered the magic circle until Francis activated it. He glanced briefly, his expression flashing with surprise for a moment.

Is this... petrification sealing magic?

It was not an ordinary petrified seal, but a very complicated and ancient sealing magic circle of the highest level. Lancelot had only seen the incomplete magic circle pattern on the top floor of the Fort La Porte Library.

It is one of the magic circles in the long-lost ancient scrolls. It is powerful enough to seal gods with incomplete power. The Dark Demon God happened to be in a semi-awake state at this time, meeting the conditions for being sealed.

This scroll was also stolen by Francis from Eric's treasure in order to one day... have no choice but to reach this point.

However, the conditions for opening this magic circle require the caster himself to be sacrificed. In other words, once the magic circle is opened, Francis will be with the Dark Demon in the seal, and his soul will be petrified and sealed forever.

But for things like seals, for existences such as the Dark Demon God and the giant dragon that have eternal lifespans, one day the seal will loosen.

Maybe ten thousand years, maybe tens of thousands of years.

But Friesland will disappear forever.

The only thing he did was to postpone the return of the Dark Demon until he could cultivate brave men on the mainland who could truly defeat and destroy the Dark Demon.

"I shouldn't have existed in this world a long time ago. I have survived for so many years and even almost brought the devil to the mainland, disrupting the rare peace and tranquility these years. This is the price I should pay."

At the expense of the life Francis cherishes most.

After speaking, Francis picked up the fallen scimitar again, which was also stolen from Eric's treasure. Using it to sacrifice his wrist could strengthen the effectiveness of the seal.

"Wait," the elf stopped him, "there is another way."

Lancelot went to the Dark Lord's cave alone, without even informing Isabella in advance. He was not unprepared and recklessly wanted to fight the Dark Lord on his own.

He raised his hand to summon another huge magic circle, with aqua blue elements lingering in the shimmer of pure gold, as fine as woven vines, floating in the air.

This is the space-time magic circle that he finally succeeded by borrowing from the cloud laboratory in the college and even delaying it for an entire school year. Also last time in Pudacino, in order to prevent Isabella from escaping, a magic circle that could overlap and overlap different times and spaces was secretly used on her.

In this magic circle, the flow of time will be different from that in the outside world.

It can slow down, it can grow.

People in the magic circle will not be aware of this.

For example, it may seem like five days have passed inside the magic circle, but five, fifty, or even more years have actually passed outside. But the greater the time difference, the more magic this magic circle needs to consume. Sir Green once privately suggested to Lancelot that Isabella help him provide energy for the magic circle.

But was rejected by the elf.

Not to mention that the dragon clan has nothing to do with these disputes.

For his own selfish reasons, Lancelot did not want Isabella to be in danger of facing the Dark Lord.

Although he overestimates his capabilities, Lancelot hopes that he can protect the girl he likes. Even if she is so powerful that no one can defeat her, in his heart, she will always be someone who needs his protection.

After returning to Pudacino that year, Lancelot absorbed most of the energy transmitted to him by the Tree of Life.

This takes years to absorb and integrate.

The elf clearly realized that Isabella might not wait for him. So he set up this magic circle outside the birdcage. I hope I can buy myself some time, at least... at least until he completes his mission.

He knew that his behavior was despicable, but he couldn't imagine life without Isabella.

Sure enough, Miss Dragon was as angry as he expected.

But fortunately she didn't really ignore him.

This made Lancelot ecstatic.

When everything is over, he is willing to spend his long life in exchange for her complete forgiveness.

Only now—

The seal on the stone door became looser and looser, Lancelot said coldly and solemnly, "Get out of the way."

Francis hesitated.

As an old tortoise who has lived for thousands of years, he is far from as raw and young as the rabbit skin he is now. He doesn't know whether Lancelot's magic circle is reliable.

There is only one chance.

Francis didn't dare to gamble.

Lancelot ignored him. Faced with the powerful force, Francis could not really stop him. He summoned the Elf King's scepter. On the top of the scepter of the Tree of Life, the huge crystal stone shone brilliantly, illuminating the entire cave in an instant.

Francis was stunned.

Even though his vision was pitch black, he clearly felt a powerful force coming from a strange god.

Full of infinite natural vitality and vitality.

Like... the power of the God of Nature, which is said to have disappeared earlier than the God of Light.

Seeing Francis frozen in place, Lancelot thought he was going to stop him, so he said impatiently: "If it weren't for Bella, I wouldn't have stopped you from making a unnecessary sacrifice."

Lancelot had always disliked Francis, but he didn't want to see Isabella sad.

"Step aside!"

Francis slowly backed away.

To be honest, he really didn't want to die.

The despicable man who paid so much to survive in this world certainly did not intend to die without a trace in such a dark corner where the sun would never shine.

Moreover, he still owed Eric an apology.

A friend of many years, he betrayed his trust.

With no more obstacles in front of him, Lancelot raised his scepter high and moved the crystal ball to the center of the magic circle. In an instant, abundant water element magic poured out from it and was quickly poured into the magic circle.

Francis watched silently. His body had no magical talent and was completely unable to help Lancelot.

Suddenly, Francis turned pale.

"wrong!"

The surrounding environment suddenly became completely quiet. Deep in the winding cave, the grunting of beasts that should have always existed quietly stopped.

The air was squeezed with a tense and suffocating atmosphere, like a deathly silence, spreading silently.

Countless terrifying and evil shadows emerged from the corners, almost swallowing up the last trace of light.

And rushed towards Lancelot in the center at an extremely fast speed.

"Lance, be careful!"

Francis said anxiously, "The Dark Demon seems to have awakened early!"

But the elf who was transmitting energy to the magic circle at this time could not move away at all.

Otherwise, everything will be wasted.

Francis gritted his teeth, "I'll delay!"

He clenched the two scarlet gems in his hands and tried to coax the Dark Demon by stuffing them back into his eyes.

The next second, a huge roar exploded in the ears, and a terrifying aura instantly filled the air, sweeping out from the closed stone door with great force.

The two gems in Francis's hand instantly shattered into pieces.

"fraud……"

The mysterious and terrifying sound spread out from the stone door, like a huge hand holding Francis' heart.

Give it a hard pinch.

"what!"

Francis fell to his knees in agony.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The dark demon inside the stone gate laughed so wildly that the whole cave shook. Huge cracks began to appear on the stone door, and violent impact sounds came from the inside——

The Dark Demon is about to break through the seal!

Lancelot's magic circle also began to become unstable. The bright elemental light was suppressed by the darkness and squeezed inward uncontrollably, making it impossible for the elf to complete the final infusion of the magic circle.

"Oh!"

With a final huge impact, the cracks in the stone door completely exploded.

Fine, sharp stones scratched the elf's face, leaving a deep mark on the brow bone, and golden blood instantly flowed down his forehead.

Lancelot didn't have time to wipe it, he gritted his teeth and increased the delivery of magic.

The burning sensation of death almost reached his throat, and even the powerful Elf King could hardly bear it. Large beads of sweat overflowed from the forehead, mixed with blood, and flowed down the angular cheeks to the chin.

"Bah."

Golden liquid dripped onto the ground.

He scrambled to be swallowed up by the black mist, and seemed to want to come forward to devour Lancelot.

Lancelot was close to exhaustion.

The next second, a hurricane blew up behind him, firmly supporting the Elf King to prevent him from falling to the ground.

A huge roar of a ferocious beast resounded throughout the cave.

The ferocious aura was so overwhelming that it suppressed the wild laughter of the Dark Demon God inside the stone gate.

At the same time, two small strands of cool breeze bypassed the flying sand and rocks in the cave and flexibly attached to the elf's pointed ears, blocking him from the too harsh roar.

The giant dragon flapped its powerful wings, powerfully dispersing all the black mist that was secretly watching to devour the elves.

The dark demon behind the stone door was startled for a moment, and then screamed madly and in disbelief: "No - no! How could the dragon interfere with my battle with the light! Mind your own business! Mind your own business!!"

The screams were even filled with despair.

Isabella screamed, and blazing flames spurted out from the huge beast's mouth, converting it into endless energy and injecting it into Lancelot's magic circle.

The powerful fire element instantly filled the center of the magic circle, perfectly blending with the blue water element spreading around the outside.

Miss Dragon's silver eyes were full of ferocity. She looked at Lancelot's pale face due to exhaustion and said angrily: "You hurt my treasure."

The Dark Lord still wanted to struggle.

He made a concession hastily, with a tone that was both conferential and flattering, "You can take this elf away... No, I can give up the entire Pudacino and never interfere with the lives of the elves."

The dream of waiting for recovery for many years and leading the dark territory to occupy the continent was shattered the moment he heard the dragon's voice. The powerful dragon is the existence that he fears the most. Other gods with eternal lifespans do not care about the continent and left the continent under his instigation.

However, Victro's group of giant dragons were too lazy to move away. They would rather sleep in the cave than bother to leave, so that the Dark Demon could never become the true strongest in the continent.

He tried to seduce the young dragon lady outside the stone gate.

"As long as you let me come out, I...I promise you that we will not interfere with each other in the future, and all the demons under my command will always regard you as their master."

Isabella was unmoved.

She hugged the elf with half of her bone wings, and used her hot body temperature to dispel the erosion of the darkness and death in the cave.

"The dragon does not accept negotiation. If it is mine, it will always belong to me. If it is not yours, never have extravagant hopes!"

As she said that, she looked down at Lancelot.

The elves received her look, looked into each other's silver eyes deeply, and nodded calmly and solemnly.

The next second, the two of them cast their final magic together. The red and blue elemental magics were completely integrated on the magic circle, and a huge golden light illuminated the entire cave in an instant.

"boom!"

The magic circle hit the stone door.

The broken and cracked stone door was blocked again, becoming even harder and stronger than before. The new magic circle seal was bright and dazzling, sealing the Dark Demon back indestructibly.

"Do not--"

The Dark Demon's final scream was also sealed within the stone gate.

Disappear.

The strong wind in the cave slowly subsided, and Isabella returned to her human form and returned to the ground.

The white-haired girl stood in front of the huge magic circle. Her petite and slender body showed no signs of the dragon's destructive energy just now.

She raised her head and looked at the magic circle seriously, seeming to be thinking about something seriously.

After a while, Isabella turned back, with the expression of a scumbag asking for advice, "Lance, what is this magic circle for?"

Lancelot: "..."

There were still some dark influences in his body that had not been completely eliminated. When he heard the girl's question, the elf couldn't help but smile.

A wave of relief came over his face, and even his body, which was aching from excessive use of magic, became light.

The elf curled his eyes and looked extremely gentle.

He slowly explained: "This is the space-time magic array. You can set the time flow rate inside it."

The calm and gentle tone made it seem as if the two of them were not in the cave of the Dark Lord, but walking in the corridor of the Clavia Academy of Magic, with the sun shining on them.

Isabella responded abruptly, "Oh, let's set it for five thousand years first."

"Five thousand?"

"Yes, five thousand years is enough. We can just reinforce it again when the time comes."

us……

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said in surprise: "You mean, we will be together for these five thousand years?!"

Isabella glanced at the elf but didn't answer.

Instead, he turned around and picked up the unconscious Francis from the corner, turned him over with his tail, and saw two big empty holes on his face.

"Why did this rabbit get himself so miserable..."

Isabella frowned and muttered: "Next time I have a chance, ask my brother to find him two eyeballs."

Lancelot saw that Isabella ignored him and knew that she must be angry, so he ran to the north alone without saying a word.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask her what she meant by what she just said, and whether she promised to continue to be with him, but he was afraid that he would upset Miss Julong by asking too many questions.

He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut for the time being, and followed her out of the cave with tangles and expectations in his heart.

……

Returning to the border between the Lost Forest and Hersius, Arthur and the others also discovered the big movement in Hersius, and were now trying their best to clean up the remaining demons.

Without the support of the Dark Demon God, these demons were quickly defeated.

Isabella threw Francis to Arthur, glanced at the warriors and magicians who were still fighting with the demons in the distance, and did not step forward, but turned and walked into the depths of the forest.

With such a small soldier, if Miss Dragon takes action again, Arthur, the male protagonist, will really be in vain.

Lancelot followed.

Across the Lost Forest, return to Clavia's territory.

The sky here is turning blue little by little. The sun rises from the end of the mountains to the east. The bright golden light coats the continuous mountain ridges with a thin golden glaze.

Isabella stood on the hillside, looking far and far to the west.

There is her hometown.

Victro, the realm of dragons.

After a long, long time, Lancelot's heart kept sinking after he was silent for a long time, and Isabella suddenly turned back to look at him.

The elf's heart skipped a beat.

He held his breath subconsciously, as if waiting for the God of Fate to give him the final judgment.

While he was looking forward to Isabella's next words, he could not hide a trace of panic, worried that the next part would be the farewell session that he least wanted to see and was powerless to stop.

There is nothing that can stop a dragon from making a decision now.

Not even he can.

Isabella touched her increasingly rounded chin. Her appetite had become extraordinarily big these days, and she almost ate all the little monsters in the Lost Forest.

"Lance," Miss Dragon said something seemingly unrelated, "I seem to have gained weight recently."

Lancelot was startled, "?"

The elf's powerful and meticulous thinking was rarely slow, and he didn't answer for a long time.

But Isabella lowered her head to herself, touched her belly, and then nodded very firmly, confirming: "I have indeed gained weight."

Looking at Isabella's relaxed and chatty tone, her expression was light and bright. The tension in the elf's heart slowly dissipated, his mood calmed down again, and his thinking returned to clearness and peace.

The elf's eyes gradually calmed down, as gentle as water, and there was no longer any thought of forcing him to stay.

He thought about it.

No matter what Bella decides next, Lancelot will support her. Even if the two of them turned in different directions and left in opposite directions in the next second, Lancelot would not feel resentful.

Love is not a bondage, but always expecting the other person to be happy and happy.

Even though...this happiness was not brought to her by him.

He will always miss his Bella in his own territory.

In the long life of an elf, he will only love one person.

"Bella——"

"Lance——"

The two spoke in unison and at the same time.

A person is preparing to say goodbye.

And another...

Isabella blinked. There was no such thing as humility in the dragon's blood. She said without any courtesy, "I'll say it first."

Lancelot looked at her tenderly.

He never competes with her.

Isabella: "I've thought about it carefully for a long time, and there's one thing I haven't done yet."

Lancelot: "What's the matter?"

Isabella licked the corners of her lower lips and said with a smile, "I've been coveting your birdcage for a long time!"

The elf was stunned, as if he didn't understand: "What?"

"I heard that you hammered out that big golden birdcage yourself. What a treasure worth cherishing."

Ms. Dragon smiled with crooked eyebrows and her tone was sweet and lovely, "The treasure worth cherishing should always belong to Ms. Dragon. Lance, do you think what I said is right?"

Lancelot: "...right?"

The elf seemed to have failed to keep up with Isabella's brain circuit, but there was an unbelievable guess in his heart, which gradually spread and occupied his thinking crazily.

His heartbeat accelerated, even more violently than in front of the Dark Demon God's Cave, and he was about to jump out of his throat with joy in the next second.

However, he was afraid of being disappointed, so he hesitated to speak.

Isabella continued: "So -"

She drawled her accent slowly, as if she was admiring the elf's expression. A trace of mischievous fun flashed through her eyes quickly, dissipating under her eyes as clear as water mist.

"I decided to eat it, bite by bite, and eat the treasure I loved."

"..."

Even if Lancelot couldn't believe it anymore, he still had to believe it.

He said in surprise: "You agree to go back to Pudacino with me!?"

Isabella smiled and licked the corners of her lips, looking at the sudden explosion of bright starlight in the elf's eyes that were like the flow of the Milky Way, and she felt very happy.

She rushed forward, jumped up and hugged Lancelot, wrapped her legs around his waist to stabilize her center of gravity, squeezed tightly into the elf's arms, held his cheeks and rubbed him passionately. .

"Lance, you are such an idiot!"

Isabella bit the corner of the elf's lips, licked it twice unceremoniously, and loudly declared her sovereignty: "Of course the dragon will be with her treasure!"

Always together!

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