The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Hey, Arthur, have you noticed any changes in me?"

After Lancelot went out, Isabella couldn't stay alone in the house, so she took her little flying carpet and went out from the second floor window to find Arthur.

Arthur happened to have no class today and wanted to go to the Duel Tower to make an appointment in the duel training room. Before he left the house, Isabella pulled him back unceremoniously and ordered him to play with her.

Now, the cub is sitting on the balcony on the third floor of Arthur's dormitory, pretending to be mysterious and deep, but he can't help but look excited and wants to show off crazily.

"I'll give you a chance. If you guess correctly, I'll treat you to a month of stewed milk!"

Arthur touched his nose and protested in a low voice: "I told you that I don't like to drink stewed milk. I bought it for Lydia!"

"Okay, okay, I get it... you duplicitous arrogant ghost, guess it quickly!"

In order for Arthur to see more clearly, Isabella stood up and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the balcony.

The bright sunlight shines on the silver-white scales of the young dragon, reflecting colorful light. She raised her tail high, and her two sharp-jointed wings were slightly open, glowing with silver-gray enamel.

Unlike other birds and beasts, which are covered with feathers, the dragon's wings are supported by three hard bones, and the top bone branches protrude from three sharp horns. The two wings are wrapped by a layer of skin as thin as a cicada's wing. If you look closely, you can identify rows of neat oval scales.

Arthur looked up and down for a while, embarrassed to say that he saw nothing. The young man's hands were itching unbearably, and he couldn't restrain his curiosity and reached out to touch the wings of the young dragon.

Isabella thought he was trying to observe her changes more carefully, so she spread her wings openly and took the initiative to get in front of Arthur.

However, after a while, the boy was still poking the horns on her wings with his fingertips, as if testing its hardness.

Isabella couldn't bear it anymore, "...Hey, have you finished observing?"

"I haven't seen any changes..." came out.

Arthur originally wanted to be honest, but faced the cub's almost murderous gaze and silently swallowed the rest of his words.

With a tenacious desire to survive, he urgently changed his words: "Have you become more beautiful?"

"Ahem! Even if you barely guessed it wrong," Isabella was so excited by Arthur's answer, but she didn't want to show her happiness easily, so she raised her chin and said, "Then I'll give you another chance, and try again." Guess."

She took the initiative to hand the tail to Arthur's hand, her watery misty blue eyes filled with anticipation, holding her breath waiting for Arthur's observation results.

Arthur squeezed the big tail that was stuffed in his hand. It was obviously covered with small scales, but it was not annoying at all. The soft and fat tail is warm, like a small stove in winter, and feels particularly addictive to the touch.

Without thinking, he blurted out: "You've gained weight!"

"?"

"...???"

"Arthur!!! If you have the guts, tell me again!"

Isabella screamed, flew up with her teeth and claws bared, raised her tail and slapped Arthur wildly.

Arthur realized later and realized that he was wrong, so he squatted in place and was beaten. When the cub was tired and stopped, he even touched her tail, took her back to the soft cushions of the recliner and put her down.

"I've grown taller, so it's so obvious that I'm getting points!!"

"……Oh."

The baby dragon is a small ball. She usually spends most of her time lying on her stomach, with her tail wrapped in her arms to form a big pancake shape. It is really not easy to tell how tall she is.

But in order not to be beaten again, the boy wittily changed the topic, his orange-red cat eyes were clean and clear, "So is your recent sleepiness because of your body growth?"

He went to Lancelot's house several times to look for her, but was told that the cub was sleeping.

"Well... more or less." The cub said vaguely, "If I try to control it, this situation won't happen again."

"Control what?"

"..." Of course it's to control appetite qwq.

The vicissitudes in Isabella's eyes revealed, "You don't understand my sadness," and she said earnestly, "In short... overeating is wrong."

Arthur scratched his head, his fluffy hair was rubbed like a matted bird's nest, with a bunch of dull hair dangling in the middle. He complained, "You're saying something I don't understand again."

Isabella didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned over so that the sunlight could evenly shine on her belly.

She lamented deeply in her heart that the good days of being alive 24 hours a day were over. For the sake of her health and development, she would only stay with Lancelot for a maximum of five hours a day except for sleeping.

"Arthur, when will your sister come back?"

Lydia went off-campus to do college tasks a few days ago. Isabella was extremely curious about her and wanted to meet the little childhood sweetheart in the original book.

"It should be only these two days."

Mentioning Lydia, Arthur showed a rare trace of distress and confusion on his face, "I don't know what happened during this period. She always lay alone on the tree after returning home. Every time I asked her if something happened. , and she said everything was fine."

"It's a girl's puberty, how can you, a straight idiot, understand it." Isabella was petty and very vindictive, remembering what Arthur had just said about her being fat, she rolled her eyes at him.

"..." He stopped talking.

Forget it, it's better to be scolded honestly than to continue to be beaten.

-

When Lancelot returned home the next evening, the cub was lying on a vine branch outside the third-floor terrace, crawling out little by little.

As night falls, the afterglow of sunset is overwhelming and spreading from the sky. It was as if a scorching fire was about to burn out, dyeing half of the sky a deep, rich orange.

Isabella was hiding in a dark corner where the sunset could not reach her.

She held her breath and held her tail low, her hind limbs crawling on the dark brown tree vine branches, her misty blue eyes staring closely at a bright yellow bird on the tip of the flower branch outside the window.

The bird's body seemed to glow, through the fluffy feathers, like a bright white light in the dark evening.

Instantly attracted the dragon's attention.

However, the bird was not aware of the crisis at all, and was still chirping, waving its brightly colored wing feathers and resting on the petals, sucking the juice of the flowers.

"……"Quiet.

A gust of wind blew by, and the vine branches trembled, as if they could not bear the weight of the cubs and the chicks.

None of them noticed.

The next second, Isabella lunged forward. The sharp animal armor protruded from the pink flesh pad and swung straight towards the target she had locked.

"……squeak!!"

"Pulp, plop, plop...!"

The little bird screamed sharply after being frightened, and a pair of small wings flapped wildly in an attempt to break free from the body suppressed by the sharp claws.

Caught.

Isabella was extremely satisfied, looking down at the lively little sparrow in her paws.

The round and blunt beast eyes raised an upward arc, and the big tail that was tight when hunting slowly stretched, and naturally coiled around him. The tip of the little tail also curls into a small hook, indicating the owner's joyful mood.

Just when she lifted the bird to touch its bright and beautiful feathers, she heard a short crisp sound of "click!"

The tree vines underneath him finally couldn't bear the weight of the cub and completely broke into two pieces.

"!!!"

There is nothing underfoot.

Isabella was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to grab the broken branch by the wall.

But the force of gravity caused her to fall rapidly, and she suddenly fell from the third-floor window sill.

"..." It's over.

The green vines climbing all over the outer wall could not stop her from falling.

Like a bright silver moon, it fell from the clear sky with an unstoppable force without any warning.

She expected it to hit the ground hard, but Isabella was already mentally prepared for a fall. She folded up the pair of wings on her back that were useless except for decoration, and closed her eyes peacefully.

She even didn't forget to hold the sparrow tightly in her hands.

——After all, I haven’t seen clearly what’s shining on it.

But he fell into a soft embrace.

"...?"

The cub quietly opened one eye.

What came into view was the extremely gorgeous and dazzling golden long hair, filling her entire sight.

His expression suddenly changed to one of surprise, "Huh...? Lance, you're back!"

The elf's long hair was fluttering in the air, as if running fast in the wind, and after a moment it slowly fell back to her shoulders.

We didn't see each other for a whole day.

Miss Dragon misses her food reserves very much.

He looked at him enthusiastically and carefully from beginning to end, making sure that the food reserves were intact and that no arms or legs were missing. Only then was he satisfied and lay back in the Elf's arms. He turned over skillfully and faced the Elf with his big head.

Then he excitedly raised the little bird in his hand and showed off like a treasure: "Lance, look, this little bird can shine!"

"..."

Lancelot said nothing.

The elf's face was unusually cold, and the gentle smile he always wore was gone. The corners of his lips were flattened with a hint of force, as if a storm was about to come.

Seeing that the cub was completely unaware of his mistake and was still playing with the bird in his hand with great care, Lancelot's eyes became darker.

Especially when he noticed that Isabella was still tying her hair with her tail and having so much fun, an unknown fire burned in his heart.

Worry, uneasiness, and some guilt and self-blame for not taking good care of the cubs. These complex and unfamiliar emotions were all mixed together. Even if everything was fine in the end, it still made the elf, who was always calm and calm, go to his head.

At the height of his emotional ignition, he almost blurted out and accused Isabella of being naughty and careless.

Fortunately, his fragile sanity pulled him back and he did not do anything completely inconsistent with his usual appearance.

During this period, with Isabella's active and enthusiastic approach all day long, Lancelot's mentality had undergone many changes.

He is no longer the same as when they first met, gentle on the surface but indifferent in reality, and he only regards Isabella as the key to the cloud laboratory.

Lancelot was very aware of his changes.

He no longer deliberately rejected her approach.

The invisible line of isolation quietly erected around her slowly melted away as the cub persisted and clung to her again and again, watching with her eyes full of sincerity and trust.

He became involved in her emotions.

When she is happy, he smiles.

When she loses her temper, he thinks of how to cheer her up again.

And now she fell from a tall building...

At that moment, the elf, who was used to standing still in all kinds of dangerous situations, almost had his heart skip a beat.

But Lancelot didn't want to lose his temper with the cub.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Bella, didn't you feel that you were in danger just now?"

"what?"

Isabella stopped pulling at the bird's feathers.

Blinking, he looked at Lancelot's slightly blue face in front of him.

Only then did I slowly realize that the elf seemed unhappy?

Ah, it's because of what happened just now...

Miss Dragon slowly raised her head, as if she didn't quite understand the elf's emotions.

"There won't be any problem with this height," Isabella said nonchalantly. Her attention was attracted by the blond hair falling on the elf's shoulders, and she said casually, "The gold coin mountain in my cave is higher than this. I used to climb it every day. It’s no problem to go up and down.”

"Oh, really?" Lancelot sneered.

Is he being sentimental?

As he spoke, he planned to simply let go and let the cub in his arms fall to the ground.

"Well... no!" Feeling the cold air coming from the elf, the cub froze and decisively changed his words: "No, Lance!"

She used all four legs and a big tail to grab the elf in front of her, wrapping him tightly like a vine, and said shamelessly: "There is a problem, there is a big problem! I was wrong Lance, I'm sorry."

An excellent dragon breeder must be good at taking care of the emotions of food reserves.

"I was wrong, Lance." Isabella repeated it again, with her sincere eyes open, and she was completely shameless in apologizing.

She poured out a lot of flattering words: "I shouldn't be running around and making you worry. Lance, you are the best. I know you won't be angry with me, right?"

What is face? How could it be worth more than her fragrant gold ingot (elf)?

"is it okay……?"

The elf couldn't resist Isabella's shamelessness.

He was silent for a moment, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, "Then you must listen to me obediently from now on."

"..." Isabella hesitated.

She is the owner. How can any owner listen to the advice of stocking up on food?

"?"

Seeing that the elf's expression was about to turn ugly again, Isabella quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, I will listen to you."

"Then, starting from tomorrow, I will officially start teaching you some rules that you must abide by."

"...Okay." Isabella endured the humiliation.

They were forced to sign a treaty that was humiliating and humiliating the country.