The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"…………"

As the most powerful student in the Mage Tower, Lancelot has always been rational and decisive. No matter what happens, you can keep your composure and handle all emergencies in an orderly manner.

He has never been like this, his mind is blank.

The elf still kept the same motion of lying on his side when he woke up, lying on the same bed with Isabella, who was very close to each other. The distance between the two was only half an arm's length. And his outstretched arm still stayed stiffly on her cheek.

The elf's fingertips were slightly cold and he poked the girl's face.

The cheek was poked to create a small dimple, which was soft and tender, with a faint pink color showing from the inside out.

It's like sinking into a big ball of fluffy and soft marshmallows, freshly baked and with a slightly warm temperature on the surface.

This sweet marshmallow is quietly mixed with a spoonful of pink sugar powder from peaches and bay leaves. The sweet smell came out through the skin, silently shrouding the elf, forming an airtight private realm.

After a long time, Lancelot blinked slowly.

Those gorgeous and dazzling golden eyes were like a bright mirror, clearly reflecting Isabella's figure.

Snow-white skin, bright red lips.

And a face of sixteen or seventeen years old.

Sixteen or seventeen years old...

How could he be sixteen or seventeen years old? !

As if he couldn't believe what he saw, Lancelot blinked slowly again.

But no matter how many times he blinked, the scene in front of him did not change at all, forcing him to admit -

The girl in front of me is Isabella.

"..." This is simply nonsense.

As early as the first-grade racial knowledge class, the professor clearly told all students:

——Whether it is humans, beasts, elves or any other race, the most striking feature when entering adolescence is that it transforms into a human form between the ages of ten and thirty.

and so……

That giant dragon cub that hugs him every day, wraps itself around his neck and plays coquettishly, and insists on sleeping in the same bed at night, has already entered adolescence early? ? !

Thinking of every scene with Isabella during this period.

You think you are getting along with cubs, but in fact you are getting along with the opposite sex in adolescence.

Lancelot closed his eyes weakly.

The fingers that Isabella had licked countless times from top to bottom as a reward for practicing walking were now as hot as a burning flame.

If she wasn't a cub...he definitely shouldn't be dealing with her like this.

This is wrong.

Wrong.

Unlike most other races on the continent, the elves are extremely cautious and conservative when it comes to selecting and treating partners.

This is the instinct engraved in the bones of their race.

No matter how many years an elf has been away from the tribe and how many hardships and changes he has experienced, he cannot change his original beliefs.

They are reserved and reserved, yearning for concentration and the only true love emotion.

Every elf longs to meet a sympathetic lover and share a long and endless life with each other.

And it is precisely because of their nature that the elves do not like all rash and irresponsible behavior, and cannot accept treating the opposite sex carelessly and casually before a romantic relationship is established.

In Arthur's concept, friends can sleep in the same bed, and his sister can sleep in the same bed.

In the minds of many orcs, reproduction is their instinct, and having many lovers and heirs is a symbol of strength.

But Lancelot was different.

In his view, except for cubs that need to be taken care of in early childhood, anyone of the opposite sex, unless married, should not have any contact beyond the normal social distance between friends.

That is disrespectful to the other party.

I thought Isabella was a cub, and many times Lancelot did not maintain the boundaries he should have.

She is so dazzling.

A warm and dazzling fire enveloped him completely without rejection. But it was such a coquettish, overbearing, and unreasonable temperament that gradually dispelled the dry and dark haze deep in his heart, making him feel the warmth and sunshine that he had not seen for a long time.

How could an elf reject the sun?

Neither can Lancelot.

Although there was always a calm voice in his head reminding him that he and Isabella were too close.

Lancelot always found excuses to persuade himself.

He secretly told himself that Isabella was still young, she was a cub, a cub that needed to be taken care of.

She needed his company.

When she grows up...

When she enters adolescence, he will take the initiative to keep his distance from her.

But now, everything is wrong.

She was not a cub, but a girl he could not get close to rashly.

A huge sense of confusion swept over me.

Mixed with unspeakable shame, guilt and other indescribable complex emotions, Lancelot was almost completely swallowed up.

The elf fell into excitement, and subconsciously used his fingertips to poke Isabella's cheek again.

“……￥”

The girl frowned slightly, and whispered a string of dragon language in her sleep. She stretched out her hand from the bed and "snapped" it, and patted the back of the hand that disturbed her sleep.

The crisp slap sounds were particularly loud in the silent night.

Lancelot shuddered and woke up from his deep thoughts.

The girl has withdrawn her hand and returned to her dream.

Half of her snow-white shoulders were exposed from the quilt, and a few strands of slightly curly silver hair lay messily on her face, rising and falling with her breathing.

"..." Lancelot blinked slowly.

Suddenly the quilt was pulled up and her whole body was covered in the quilt, not a single gap was exposed from beginning to end.

The next second, the elf disappeared into the room.

-

"Boom-thump-thump-"

When Isabella woke up, the bells in the academy were ringing exactly twelve times.

The white dove that landed on the top of the tower was flapping its wings, and the gradually noisy sound in the teaching area could be heard in the distance.

It's noon, it's time to eat.

Isabella climbed up holding the quilt, and tried her best to crawl out of the quilt, revealing a big round silver head. She looked around and her stomach growled loudly.

"Strange, why didn't Lance wake me up?"

Elves never allow cubs to sleep for too long in the morning. Missing breakfast will develop bad eating habits.

Was he busy and forgot?

I don't know if it was because she slept for too long, but Isabella was extremely hungry today. She was so hungry that it hurt from the back of her head to her tail.

If the glittering Mr. Reserve was standing in front of her now, clean and clean, she would probably be unable to restrain her instinct and swallow him in one gulp.

Isabella swallowed, raised her hand to touch the horn that had grown a bit on top of her head, and patted her head.

Go out and look for food!

"rustle……"

The silver-white dragon, shorter than the coffee table, swayed through the corridor on its short legs. The big soft tail dragged on the plush carpet, making a subtle and light rubbing sound.

Passing by the study, I smelled the unique aroma of elves.

"Hey, didn't he go to the laboratory today?"

Isabella was a little surprised.

Usually Lancelot is not at home at this time.

"Lance?"

The cub's big head squeezed through the crack of the door, and the elf sat behind the desk.

She climbed up the bookshelf, lifted her tail and wrapped it around her feet. After adjusting to the most comfortable position, she looked up.

He tilted his head in surprise, "Asleep?"

The elf leaned back in his chair and lowered his head slightly.

Her long hair was spread freely, cascading down like a waterfall in the sunlight, and her cold white skin was so light that it was almost transparent. His eyelashes are also golden, and they look like two flying butterflies when he closes his eyes.

There are two thick piles of books on the desk. The pile on the right has been read, and each book contains many small notes for notes.

Isabella flipped through it, and it was all densely packed with words that she could not understand.

"……"excuse me.

The scumbag said goodbye.

She moved her tail in awe, silently staying away from those profound books.

He came close to the elf, very consciously lifted up a large handful of blond hair, held it in front of his face and took a deep breath of the fragrance.

Ah, the smell of sweet reserve grains.

He couldn't help but "ouch" and stuffed the blond hair into his mouth.

"...Miss Bella?" The elf's voice sounded a little confused.

oops.

Got caught.

Isabella silently spit out the hair from her mouth, pretending that nothing happened, and quickly stuffed all the wet hair ends under her tail to hide them.

"you……?"

"Lance, your hair is so beautiful, I like you so much!" Before the elf could say anything, Isabella boasted preemptively, hoping that a certain elf with mysophobia wouldn't care if she drooled over his hair.

Lancelot didn't have the energy to care about her biting her hair. His eyes were shocked and confused as he looked at the lively cub in front of him.

He looked hesitant: "You...how do you feel?"

In the middle of the night last night, Lancelot stayed up all night looking for all the books he could find about the age of the orcs and their transformation.

Unfortunately, as usual, this time he could not find the answer to his confusion.

The sun was too warm at noon, and coupled with the violent mood swings at night, the elf accidentally fell asleep sitting on the chair.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the silver-white dragon had its big head in front of him, its big round eyes were clear and ignorant, staring at him eagerly.

"..."

Those eyes are so pure, the silver-blue beast pupils are so clean that you can see to the end at a glance.

It was full of simple happiness, not at all like the eyes of a juvenile orc.

Could it be that everything last night was a nightmare he had?

But obviously, it's not a dream.

"Ah? Lance, what are you talking about, how do you feel?" Isabella didn't know the complicated thoughts in the elf's mind. With a puzzled expression, she tried her best to stand up on tiptoes and get in front of Lancelot.

But he saw the elf retreat suddenly.

"?"

Isabella was stunned.

She blinked and noticed that the elf's face was unusually pale.

"Lance, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing that the elf's body was stiff and kept backing up, Isabella thought she suddenly realized: "Oh, you have a cold, are you worried about infecting it to me? Don't worry, I am a super powerful dragon, how can I catch a cold!"

Just as she was about to bend her arms to show her strength, she saw that her forelimbs were thin and short, not convincing at all, so Isabella silently lowered her paws.

My stomach growled again.

"Lance, I'm really hungry... I want to eat qwq" Isabella slumped her shoulders. She was really hungry today.

"Weak and helpless but super eatable, Zai Zai wants to eat, woo hoo woo!"

"So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!"

When he first came to the academy, this elf's attitude was not as close as it is now.

Fortunately, Isabella was born to be coquettish and cute, and she had an idea. In order to please her food reserve, she made him let down his guard and think that she was very good. Decisively and reluctantly parting ways with her, she took the initiative to hand over all the gold coins in the ring for him to help keep.

Isabella felt that her move was very clever and very cost-effective.

——Breakfast, lunch, dinner and afternoon snacks, four meals in total!

If the elf is required to feed food every time, it will greatly increase her chances of getting along with the food reserves.

Habits need to be developed.

Even if he occasionally stayed in the laboratory and did not go home at noon, he would still remember that it was time for the cubs at home to eat.

Therefore, compared to the gold coins of the Aspect Dragon.

Cultivating and stockpiling feelings is more important.

If you run out of gold coins, you can grab them again.

Reserve grain... You can't live without reserve grain.

Isabella looked at the elf expectantly, opening her mouth wide and obediently waiting to be fed.

Lancelot was quiet for a moment.

The shock of Isabella turning back into a cub gradually faded away, and Lancelot frowned in confusion.

Is the dragon lady in front of me rolling around on the table with her tail wagging happily, without caring about her image at all? Is she really a teenage girl?

If so, it can only be said that the dragon clan's character is too... bold and out-of-the-box.

Lancelot, an outstanding student who has always ranked first in cultural classes and whose knowledge reserve even exceeds some of his tutors, is really confused now.

What is going on with the giant dragon in front of me?

Without any hope, Lancelot asked: "Bella, do you remember what happened last night when you transformed?"

"What's gliding? Can I fly?"

The cub was startled, twisting its neck to pull at the pair of large ornamental wings on its back.

"Oh my God, I can finally fly around like Eric! Oh my God, my God, I feel so cool just thinking about it!"

"...No," Lancelot held his forehead, interrupting the cub's excitement, "It's a transformation, into a human form."

"..." The cub suddenly got stuck and fell into silence.

"...???"

She screamed in surprise again: "Really——!! I transformed!!?"

Isabella's eyes lit up, her little paws held her big head in excitement and she screamed.

The next second, he jumped up and flapped his wings to jump into Lancelot's arms.

As a result, he didn't pay attention to his feet and tripped over his own tail. Before he could even jump up, he fell face first to the ground.

Without any time to think, Lancelot stretched out his hands without thinking, quickly took the cub that almost fell off the table, and put her in his arms out of habit.

Four eyes facing each other.

"..." The elf suddenly froze.

He, he can't hold a teenager of the opposite sex!

In an instant, starting from the arm in contact with the cub, there seemed to be countless small electric currents under the skin, crackling along the blood vessels, and exploding into clusters of small fireworks.

Rush straight towards Tianling Gai.

Lancelot almost wanted to throw the silver cub out of his arms.

But a warm and soft big tail had already wrapped around his neck very consciously and habitually, and the tip of the tail even rubbed the elf's cheek affectionately.

"..." Too, too close!

The elf, who has a conservative and reserved personality, is completely stiff.

Isabella didn't notice anything strange about Lancelot, and was still chattering ecstatically, imagining a happy and unrestrained life in the future.

"Finally, I no longer need to hide in my cloak. I want to eat and drink openly in the market. I also want to wear the most beautiful clothes and the most shining gold jewelry..."

After talking to himself for a while, his voice changed.

"Lance, do I look pretty after I transform? How many eyes and legs do I have? Is my tail still there?"

Seeing that Lancelot didn't speak, the cub raised its tail and hooked his shoulder and shook him hard.

The elf, who was as stiff as a sculpture, was suddenly shaken back to his senses.

His thinking ability temporarily stopped, and the elf responded instinctively: "...Miss Bella, the transformation is to transform into a human form, not a monster."

"Oh."

The excitement faded a little, and Isabella smiled shyly.

He whispered softly: "It's my first time to transform, so I'm a little embarrassed. What if I turn into an ugly little girl?"

little girl.

Lancelot woke up completely.

He pursed his lips and whispered, "No, you will be... very beautiful after you turn into a human form."

"Really??!" Excited!

The elf didn't lie.

After transforming, Isabella is still a teenager who has not yet fully grown up, but her appearance is not inferior to that of the elven females who are famous for their beauty.

With a small face as big as a palm, there is still a bit of baby fat on the cheeks that has not completely faded away. Her skin is snow-white, the bridge of her nose is straight and delicate, her eyes inherit the shape of animal-shaped round pupils, and the arc at the end of her eyes is slightly raised.

Even though it was only a brief glimpse in the dark night, the girl had her eyes closed and was asleep.

But Lancelot could easily imagine how bright Isabella's eyes would be after she opened them. Proud and free, clearer than the Tianchi Lake on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the north.

With such a dazzling face, even if she is still a teenager, it does not affect others' enthusiastic pursuit of her.

After all, conservative and restrained races like the elves are very rare in the entire continent of Clavia.

"Miss Bella."

Lancelot took a deep breath, ignored the desire to escape in his heart, and forced himself to face reality.

He met Isabella's gaze: "How old are you this year?"

"How big?"

Isabella tilted her head, wondering why he asked.

But good owners will definitely answer the confusion about food reserves.

"In terms of years, I should be less than three years old."

Isabella counted carefully with her fingers: "Eric said that I slept for almost two years after I broke out of the shell. Not long after I woke up, he tricked me into binding the scroll contract. Then another month later, you Come pick me up at the cave.”

Lancelot was a little surprised when he heard this.

"So, the academy didn't actually receive the news as soon as the shell was broken..."

This is different from what Mr. Green said.

But even if it was two years late, the giant dragon clan with infinite lifespan would not be able to transform into a teenage body in such a short period of time.

Lancelot thought for a moment and then asked: "Have Sir Eric mentioned to you how long you stayed in the egg?"

He thought of the fragment from La Pole's castle, which mentioned the concept of primary development within the eggshell.

Isabella seemed to have only a partial understanding of the common sense of her own race, and the elf could only hope that Eric would happen to bring up the relevant topic with her.

"Eggshell..." Isabella scratched her head and thought for a long time, then said uncertainly: "Five thousand years, or ten thousand years...? He seemed to have told me, but I can't remember clearly."

Is it measured in thousands of years?

Lancelot was completely silent.

The only person in the family who knew the answer had not told the cub the relevant knowledge.

This problem has simply become a dead end.

The elf sighed and stared into the cub's misty blue eyes, "So, Miss Bella, if I ask you, how old do you think you are now?"

Lancelot himself didn't know what his mentality was when he asked this question.

He gently stroked the dragon's head, with a hint of expectation hidden in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

What to expect...

"Isn't it obvious that I have such a body shape?"

After asking now, Isabella finally frowned and looked up at the elf suspiciously. Afterwards, she realized that something was wrong with him today.

"What the hell happened to you, Lance?"

Lancelot forced a smile, "No, it's nothing."

"Is there something wrong after I transformed?" Isabella had a rare keen intuition.

"No, Bella. I'm just curious." Lancelot denied again, speaking slightly faster than usual.

He held the baby dragon in front of him and showed a bright smile.

The elf was unwilling to lie, so he could only avoid it cleverly, "We are good friends, right?"

The twinkling stars reflected in the elf's eyes, like the most delicious gold coins coming to life in his eyes.

Miss Dragon licked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and her head fell dizzy again.

No resistance.

She obediently answered the beautiful elf: "Occasionally, for a moment, I feel like I should be an eighteen-year-old girl. But most of the time, I only think about food...gold coins, jewelry, and you."

The memory of wearing books seems to be getting blurry.

Except for the plot of the original book recorded on paper, Isabella can rarely recall what happened in her previous life.

But there seems to be no need to remember.

She is very happy now, with countless gold coins and treasures, and a beautiful reserve dog waiting for her to raise seriously.

As for the age issue...

It seems to exceed the brain capacity of her poor little head qaq.

She could hardly remember her mental state at the age of eighteen before she entered the book, and how could she know what an adult should look like.

Lance is really weird today.

Isabella is simple-minded and doesn't want to think too much about anything.

The happiest thing at this stage is to be with the elves.

"Lance, don't think too much! Even if I transform, you will still be my guide. This fact has not changed. You are the first friend I made after leaving home, and we will have the longest and longest friendship. Friendship, I hope we will never be separated!"

The dragon will always watch over her treasure.

Isabella looked at the shining golden elf expectantly, as if looking at a thriving fruit, hoping to swallow it in one gulp one day.

It must be delicious.

Thinking of this, Isabella swung her tail excitedly and twisted herself into a crotch, with only one head exposed. She looked longingly at the elf, blinking her big watery eyes: "So, Lance, can you grant me a small wish?"

Lancelot was still immersed in Isabella's previous words and subconsciously replied: "What?"

"Kiss me!"

"..."

He raised his eyes in confusion.

"Kiss me!" Isabella patted the dragon horn on her head.

The state of the elves is so wrong.

In order to appease him, Isabella casually said: "If the dragon is willing to be kissed on the horn, it means that she will always be willing to maintain friendship with him."

Lancelot was quiet: "..."

The cub was so impatient that he couldn't wait for Lancelot to make a move, so he simply walked up to him and hit the elf's lips with his dragon horn.

"Oh!"

The force seems a bit fierce orz

Moreover, he was not proficient in business, so his forehead was directly knocked out of place, hitting the elf's thin and delicate chin.

"..."

Isabella suddenly had stars in her eyes.

She covered her head in confusion.

Suddenly I heard the elf above me chuckle, "Pfft."

Looking up, the elf slightly curved the ends of his eyes, like two moons. The bright and gentle moonlight pours from the eyes, covering the cub softly and hazy.

Isabella grinned happily and said, "Lance, you are finally happy again!"

"You..." Lancelot seemed helpless and relieved, "You are such a little kid who won't grow up."

"Hehe, I'm just a child." Be confident!

Lancelot hesitated for a moment, "I won't tell the dean about your transformation for now, okay?"

Isabella nodded indifferently, "Just listen to you."

"There is too little information about the dragon clan. I want to go to Labol again."

He might spend more time this time, looking through every book, to find the answer he wants.

"Hey, do you want to go now?"

Isabella is a little reluctant to give up. Recently, he has been busy in the laboratory and is not at home much during the day.

Why was he going to Rapole as soon as she transformed?

Lancelot hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, I will stay with you for a few days, and then I will go after your transformation period is stable."

"Okay, okay, Lance is the best!"

Isabella was delighted.

In order to prevent him from spending time in the laboratory again, she spoke first and coquettishly asked him to accompany her, "Arthur is going to treat us both to dinner tomorrow and said he wants to formally introduce Lydia to me. You must go with me!"

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Lancelot agreed with a smile, and his slightly stiff body completely relaxed.

He took the cub back into his arms and wrapped her tail around his arm proactively and skillfully.

The smile on the elf's lips was bright, gentler and brighter than the sunshine outside the window.

He rubbed the cub's sore horn and kissed it softly and solemnly.

"I will always be with you. May our friendship last forever."