The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Lance, can you come out for a moment?"

Just as Lancelot slowly finished bathing the cub with bubbles for the second time and was about to change the water to rinse her, Carlos's voice sounded outside the bathroom door.

He knocked on the door: "The dean sent you four flying letters in a row. I'm worried that he has something urgent to do with you."

"..."

Lancelot seemed not to hear.

He concentrated on the dragon cub in his hand and carefully wiped the bubbles on her body.

The slightly cold fingers were soaked in hot water for a while and became slightly warm. The knuckles of the phalanges were glowing with a light red color, as if a layer of girly blush had been applied to the white jade, which looked particularly attractive.

However, Miss Dragon, who had always been the most covetous of every skin on the elf's body, now had a pair of dead fish eyes, and Anping was being tossed over and over again.

Lift your arm and wipe it.

Tail, rub it.

Isabella: "..."

numb.

Really numb.

If she were a sponge the size of sesame seeds, she would be soaked in water and be bigger than a whale by now.

This bath... really made her desperate.

It's all her fault for insisting on sacrificing her life to make Lancelot happy.

But the cost is really too high!

Therefore, Carlos' voice at this moment sounded like the sound of nature to Isabella.

Save her from fire and water!

Without thinking, Isabella agreed for the elf first: "Okay, he will come out soon."

Then he said to Lancelot: "Lance, you should answer the letter first, in case Mr. Green comes to you with something urgent!"

Lancelot stopped what he was doing and looked at her lightly.

Not a word.

Inexplicably feeling uncomfortable, Isabella shrank her head and raised three paws to promise seriously: "I will stay on the washbasin and wait for you to come back."

Only then did the elf blink.

The voice was clear and cool: "Okay."

He turned and walked out of the bathroom. Carlos was standing outside the door.

The fox leaned half of his shoulder on the door frame, and when he heard the sound, he raised his eyes and glanced casually into the bathroom.

Before he could see anything clearly, the door closed with a bang.

"..." Are you trying to prevent thieves?

Carlos was speechless.

But thinking about having to rely on elves to earn credits next, Carlos put on a smile again.

He pointed to the Fetion by the window, lined up and parked it neatly, "You go deal with the dean's affairs first, do you want me to go in and help you look after the cubs?"

"Need not."

Lancelot declined without even thinking.

"Okay, then I'll go downstairs and wait for you two." Carlos shrugged, swaying his big fluffy fiery red tail behind him, and walked slowly downstairs.

He deliberately did not take his tail back, intending to win Isabella's attention with this flawless fox tail.

The beauty of the fox's tail was almost invincible, and he didn't believe that he couldn't compare with that elf who had no desire at all and seemed to have no interest at all.

Lancelot, who was described as "apathetic", stood at the stairs behind him, his eyes falling on the eye-catching and dazzling tail.

Emotions surged deep in his golden eyes, but he soon regained his composure, unable to tell what he was thinking.

After a while, the elf turned around and walked to the window, opening it to let Fetion in.

"Lance, I got a message from an old friend."

Mr. Green's voice came from Fetion.

After confirming Lancelot's identity, Fetion began to repeat Lord Green's words, "Recently, a group of bounty hunters who were searching for treasure in the northeastern part of the continent saw traces of red-robed witches near the Lost Forest in the center of the restricted area. One of them A white-haired witch may be the person you have been looking for."

Lord Green paused, his tone sounded hesitant, and there was some hidden worry.

"I know you have been looking for information about the white-haired witch, but don't worry for now. I will confirm the accuracy of the information again."

Lord Greene emphasized his tone, hoping to prevent the elf from being carried away by the news.

"The Lost Forest is in the polar night period this year, and the creatures hidden in the darkness have gradually come out to move again. Even in Helsius beyond the border, various restless news are constantly coming. Even if you want to go, you must You have to make complete preparations first.”

The Lost Forest, and Helsius, are collectively known as the Lost Helsius.

The two are far away in the most remote and desolate northeastern part of the mainland. They are territories that even the bravest warriors and magicians dare not touch easily.

It's extremely mysterious and dangerous there.

Because, in the depths of Hellsius, the most terrifying existence on the continent sleeps and has been sealed for two entire epochs——

The Dark Lord.

In addition to the three major races of humans, beasts and elves in the light faction, there are also demons hiding in the darkness and the neutral witches on the continent of Clavia.

The seal of the Dark Demon, the leader of the demon clan, caused the entire demon clan to remain silent for several years. After the Second Era, the Wu Clan rarely appeared, and the two major races were gradually forgotten by the mainland.

No one knows the origin of the Wu clan.

They are hiding in the most dangerous lost forest, and their traces of life are extremely secretive, making it extremely difficult to find them.

But among the mainland, there has been such an unconfirmed rumor:

[Light the fire of life, devour the pure heart, and the great witch clan will give you blessings and realize one of your wishes. 】

Throughout the ages, many people have set themselves on fire or killed others in order to gain the blessings of the witch clan.

However, no one has ever succeeded in obtaining the blessing of the Witch Clan.

Therefore, when Lord Green accidentally learned that Lancelot was also looking for traces of the Witch Clan, he was very surprised. Fortunately, Lancelot repeatedly assured him that he was just looking for a white-haired witch with whom he had a connection.

Mr. Green hesitated again and again, and finally chose to believe the words of the elf in front of him.

He also offered to help him search for traces of the witch. As the dean of the Mage Tower, he had richer sources of information.

This time, there is finally news.

Lord Green didn't know whether he should tell Lancelot.

It was Sir Solons from the Warrior Tower who advised him that sooner or later the news of the Witch Clan's reappearance would spread across the mainland.

Instead of Lancelot secretly heading to the Lost Forest without Lord Green's knowledge. It would be better for him to take the initiative to tell the situation and persuade the elf to keep a calm mind.

At the end of Fetion, Mr. Green reiterated and emphasized: "I believe you, Lance. You have always been calm and will not act impulsively."

"..."

The magic in Fetion gradually ran out and disappeared into the air.

Lancelot still maintained his original movements, his eyes were empty, and there was no emotion in his pure golden pupils.

His thoughts wandered far away.

Some buried memories were brought out again, noisy and sharp, as if they wanted to pull him into the boundless darkness.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the bathroom behind him.

Accompanied by the howling of the cubs.

There was a crackling mess.

Lancelot suddenly came to his senses.

Without any time to think, he strode over and opened the bathroom door.

"Don't come in-!"

Isabella hurriedly stopped.

However, it was obviously too late.

The bathroom door opens.

Lancelot was stunned for a moment.

There was a little girl in human form sitting on the sink.

His face is childish and his facial features look like he is only three or four years old.

Snow-white skin, pure silver eyes. Her long curly hair was thick and lush, covering her entire body.

There are only two arms sticking out from the long hair. The pale arms are short and fat, and they are struggling to hold up a big tail covered with silver dragon scales. Two legs were dangling from the edge of the sink, as if ready to jump to the ground before hiding.

She was looking at the elf with her round eyes wide open and her face full of confusion.

Four eyes facing each other.

"..."

"..."

silence.

Isabella held her breath, slowly bent one leg, and tried to hide it in her hair.

But it was blocked by his own tail.

she stops.

"Hi, Lance~" the cub's little voice came from the bathroom.

She bit her lower lip unconsciously, her voice a little confused, "I seem to have... transformed?"

"..."

A familiar voice brought his thoughts back.

Lancelot blinked slightly and returned to normal.

It seemed as if the blank expression just for a moment was all Isabella's illusion.

The corners of the elf's lips curved up, and he put on a reassuring smile, "Yes, Bella. How are you feeling now? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

His eyes fell briefly on the cub's arm, then he looked away politely after a moment.

I don't know if it was Isabella's illusion, but she felt that the elf in front of her seemed to have a hint of joy and happiness in her expression after seeing her short and fat arms.

Like a tight string, it finally relaxed.

it's wired……?

Doubts flashed past, and Isabella didn't like to use her brain, so she didn't think much about it.

She answered the elf's question obediently: "I feel fine, almost the same as before."

The elf smiled encouragingly and continued to ask: "Then do you remember how you transformed just now?"

Isabella shook her head, "I didn't pay much attention, it seemed like it suddenly became like this."

As she spoke, she rubbed her eyes.

The elf noticed that while the two were talking, the color of Isabella's pupils changed back to the same misty blue as when she was in the dragon cub form.

Are there any rules?

The elf thought secretly.

His keen observation skills and years of experience in the laboratory made him habitually record every change in Isabella in his mind.

He needs to figure out the rules of Isabella's transformation.

Isabella didn't know that the elf was observing her, so she tilted her head and added, "I was waiting for you just now. I was a little bored. I soaked my tail in the sink and played with the bubble water in the sink for a while. . As a result, when I looked up again, I found that I had hair growing on my head.”

Isabella freed her hand and touched her hair.

It's as smooth as silk and feels great to the touch.

The color was pure silver that she had never seen before, and it reflected a bright white flash under the light of the incandescent lamp in the bathroom. Unique and beautiful, like melted silver flowing in the blue waves.

Isabella couldn't help but grab a handful of hair, held it up to the elf's eyes and shook it as if to show off: "Isn't my hair beautiful?"

The elf couldn't help laughing: "Of course."

Isabella was so happy.

She brought her hair to her mouth, took a deep breath, buried her whole face in it, and rubbed it hard with her face full of happiness.

Woohoo, she has hair.

Although it is not as beautiful as Lancelot's blond hair, if you are hungry one day and occasionally lick it, it seems to be able to satisfy your hunger.

——Yes, Miss Dragon can even eat herself when she is hungry.