The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"I'm going out for a while. You guys stay in the tent for now. If Bella comes back later, Carlos, send me a flare."

Lancelot didn't want to wait where he was, but decided to go to the forest to find Isabella.

"Senior..."

When Arthur was about to speak, Carlos stopped him.

The red-furred fox nodded lightly, with an unusually serious tone, which reassured the elf: "Okay, go ahead. I'll let you know if there's any news."

The elf smiled gently and said, "Thank you, Carlos."

The tall and elegant figure gradually walked away and disappeared among the dense trees.

Arthur sat cross-legged outside the bright pink teapot tent, casually holding a stick of green vegetables picked from the ground in his mouth, holding his chin with one hand, looking puzzled.

"Senior, why do you think Senior Lance..." The cat-eyed boy scratched his head in confusion, turning his already messy bird's nest head into a pile of straw.

He couldn't find an accurate adjective, but he just felt extremely confused.

There is no danger in the forest. If the cub goes out to play for a while, he will definitely come back. Why should Lancelot go looking for it?

Arthur opened a pair of bright orange cat eyes and looked at Carlos like a curious baby.

Carlos is busy building a comfortable table and chairs using magic circles.

The mage is more or less mysophobic, and Carlos is a beautiful fox who also pays attention to the quality of life and aesthetic taste. He was determined not to sit on the dirty ground casually like a sloppy warrior like Arthur.

He was rummaging through his storage ring. Hearing this, he raised his head and said casually: "Lance is raising a child for the first time. It's normal."

Seeing that Arthur still looked confused, the beautiful fox sighed and explained carefully:

"Elves are a very responsible race. They don't make promises easily, but they will definitely do what they promise, and they will try their best to do it the best, and strive to make every detail meticulous and perfect. This is also what Mr. Green said. One of the reasons why he was chosen to be Isabella's guide instead of me, a firefox who is known to have experience in raising children."

"Besides, Lancelot is a very rigid guy. Even though he looks perfect on the outside, he can handle every assignment in the academy with ease. In fact, he... tsk, let's not talk about this."

In fact, he has very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

To put it simply, it’s called stubbornness.

But if I were to use a more appropriate word, it would be paranoia.

He is now in a mindset that "he must be with Isabella all the time to take care of the cubs." If the dragon cub leaves him for a while, the elf will feel uneasy.

It is difficult for others to change his mind.

"Who is he?" Arthur asked curiously.

"..."

Carlos covered his mouth and kept quiet. His narrow eyes suddenly became round and his eyelashes blinked.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything nonsense. If Lancelot knew that he was slandering his perfect image behind his back, he would probably be able to ignore him for a year.

Carlos and Elf were admitted to the same first grade class. They have been in the Wizard Tower from the beginning and have been in the same class until now - although most of the time, it was the fox who shamelessly stayed behind the Elf, and the Elf started from the very beginning. He smiled politely and then simply ignored his presence.

But the passionate experience of hugging my thighs over the years is not in vain!

Carlos dares to say without boasting that he is at least the one who knows Lancelot best in the academy!

However, as a self-proclaimed best friend, I still have to maintain the elf's external image a little.

Carlos coughed lightly, trying to find some excuse to make amends.

Fortunately, Arthur is already Lancelot's number one fan, so of course he will not be affected. He said with a frank and trusting look: "I think Senior Lance is very good. Senior, do you have any misunderstandings about him?"

I misunderstood you big-headed devil!

"...Oh, you little idiot, I didn't say anything bad about him."

Carlos was choked by Arthur's stubborn head. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and was too lazy to say more to him.

He took out the pillow he brought with him and slowly leaned on it.

The fox found a comfortable position that was most suitable for sunbathing and sleeping. Half of his face was basked in the fresh and bright sunshine of the forest nature, and he planned to catch up on his sleep.

Before falling asleep, the red-furred fox sighed softly:

"The child will always grow up, and when it's time to let go, she should be freed. I hope that Lance can face the reality calmly at that time."

Otherwise, the only one who gets hurt is himself.

-

"Bella——"

"Miss Bella——"

"Isabella..."

The sound was far away and near at times. It was transmitted along the wind through the shade of layers of green trees, and the sound was vaguely distorted.

Who...?

Isabella frowned and put her tail over her head to cover her ears.

Early in the morning, he kept calling her name. Just shout once, why should I keep shouting endlessly?

"Bella."

The voice was very close.

The half-asleep cub finally realized that it was Lancelot calling her to get up.

"I know...get up soon qwq" The cub mumbled and squirmed on her "bed", stretching her arms and kicking her legs. She was about to turn over and stretch her wings, but unexpectedly, the bed seemed to be very small today. , rolled over on one side and rolled down from the "bed".

Isabella: "Σ(⊙▽⊙"a!!!"

He quickly stretched out his tail and hooked it back, grabbing a support sticking out of the air.

"Huh." What a risk!

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.

In the upside-down view, the cub was hanging on a branch of the big tree, its silver, round body swaying, and its head still quite high from the ground.

"..." Oh wait, why is she here.

Isabella touched her round double chin, pondered for a while, and suddenly realized——

Memories come back!

She sneaked out for a late-night snack last night, but unexpectedly, she didn't pay attention and fell asleep on the spot after eating too much.

It's over, it's a disaster.

At this moment, Isabella simply couldn't imagine what Lancelot's face would look like now.

She flapped her big wings, trying to roll herself back onto the tree trunk, and quickly slipped back into the tent as if nothing had happened. As a result, the more I tried to rush for time, the more frantic I became.

The branches of an old tree were broken again.

"..." Scored twice.

Isabella was very skilled at this, she raised her paws and covered her eyes.

One hand grasped the tail of the fallen cub, leaving her hanging upside down in the air.

pause.

"Miss Bella."

A gentle voice rang in my ears, like a light snowflake falling on the hot flames.

It should have been consumed by fire.

But it was so powerful that it extinguished all the flames.

——Nonsense, of course it is very powerful.

If the guardian caught him sneaking around in the middle of the night and still didn't come home in the morning, he would definitely be in the cold.

In the inverted view, Isabella chuckled, trying to flatter the elf to hug her face, but he directly held her tail and moved her away.

But he didn't put her down either, he just kept holding her upside down.

The elf's dazzling golden eyes looked shallow, and the radiance that had always been as gentle as jade disappeared. The corners of his lips pursed into a straight arc, and he looked at Isabella quietly.

One second, two seconds.

Isabella's face froze with laughter.

Lancelot just didn't speak.

After a while, the cub swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Lance, I said I was sleepwalking in the middle of the night. Do you believe it...?"

"..."

Elf: "Huh."

Isabella's scalp tingled.

The scales almost stood up one by one.

She looked down upon death and simply swooped down to bite Lancelot's neck. She let him reach out and pull her down, but refused to let go.

He shouted: "Lance, I was wrong! If I dare to run around again next time, just lock me up with a chain!"

Although I don’t know why Lancelot was so angry this time, she had just left the dragon’s territory last time, and when she went to Atlantis, she also slipped out and played for a long time! That time he would tell her some truths gently and gently, but today he didn't say a word.

As long as the elf speaks, Isabella is not afraid of him.

But when he didn't say a word and just stared at her with those pure golden eyes, Isabella... Isabella felt very hopeless and scared.

Yes, she was actually frightened by her own food!

Losing the face of the dragon clanqwq.

"Are you going to be chained up...?"

The elf finally spoke.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the little cub that was clinging to his neck and wouldn't let go. His misty blue eyes were clear and bright, and it seemed that his whole heart was focused on him.

However, if all eyes are on him...

Why would you forget about him when you go out to play?

The dark light in the elf's eyes flickered, like broken gold tumbling and melting under the ice.

After a moment of silence, he smiled slowly.

Gentle and caring.

"Then let's make an agreement~"

"...?!!" Say, say something!

The tip of Isabella's tail was raised in fear.

She, she, she just talked nonsense!

Isabella stammered: "Lance, what I just said casually, you...don't take it seriously."

Lancelot held the cub gently in his arms, and even carefully wrapped her tail around his arm to ensure that she lay comfortably.

He turned a deaf ear to Isabella's words and just smiled: "Be good, we should go back."

-

After returning to the hillside, it was almost noon. Arthur and Carlos didn't say much about the cub running out to play, they just said that there was no danger.

The reasonable look made Isabella feel a little guilty for a moment.

Several people discussed it and unanimously decided to set off after lunch.

Carlos skillfully began to dig out the tools in the storage ring, and Lancelot carried the cub back to the teapot tent and placed it on the soft quilt again.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer? I saw you were very sleepy just now."

The elf rubbed the cub's head, and the soft fingertips felt very comfortable to her.

His voice was clear, gentle, and soft, like a gurgling stream that converged into a hot spring, with pleasant little bubbles emitting.

It seemed that the invisible temperament that made the cub's back feel cold was all her fault.

Isabella's head was filled with confusion, "...Eh?"

Lancelot smiled with his eyes bent, and covered her with the quilt: "Get some sleep. I'll call you during dinner."

With that said, he turned around and walked out of the tent.

Isabella thought blankly for a few seconds, then raised her hand and scratched the back of her head with her paw. After realizing that I couldn't think of anything, I simply gave up.

He grabbed the quilt and covered his head, and continued to sleep happily.

"..."

I don’t know how much time passed, but there was a faint noise outside.

The door of the tent seemed to be opened, and Carlos' bright and bright voice got closer and closer, "Lance, my dear friend, only you can handle our dear cauldron! Just concentrate on cooking, I'll call Yi Sabella wake up.”

Lancelot is an elf with excellent cooking skills, but unfortunately he rarely cooks.

This time, thanks to Isabella's honor, I can eat food cooked by the elves in the wild, instead of just catching a wild rabbit and roasting it on the roadside. Carlos made up his mind to stay lazy to the end, not wanting the fumes to affect his beautiful face.

So I made an excuse and wanted to sneak into the tent to play with the cubs.

The red fox hummed a tune and leisurely opened the door of the teapot tent.

As soon as one foot stepped in, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

The unfinished words stuck in his throat, and the fox's charming and enchanting tone was distorted into a heart-rending scream:

"Bella...La, have you transformed?!!"

A humanoid cub sat in a fluffy quilt, holding the quilt with two fleshy arms.

She was only about four years old, and her long silver-white hair fell all over the bed, almost covering her whole body in her hair.

It seemed that he had just been awakened from a sweet dream by his noise. The cub was frowning and rubbing his eyes. His misty blue eyes were watery and he looked at him with an unhappy and sleepy expression.

The cub stared at the fox's neck for a while in silence.

Then he looked away regretfully.

A big tail behind him shimmered with silver light, and the sunlight filtered in from the window, reflecting various colorful spots of light inside the tent.

Carlos recovered from his surprise when a bright flash of light hit his eyes. He didn't notice Isabella's gaze just now, he was still immersed in the shock of the cub's transformation.

The fox blinked and his voice became softer unconsciously: "Bella?"

Miss Dragon's familiar voice came out of the mouth of the human in front of her, and her tone was lazily drawn out, "Of course it's me."

She didn't seem to care about her transformation at all. She twisted the big, obstructive piece and threw it aside in disgust.

Then there was a "bang" and he fell back on the bed, reaching out and covering his ears with a pillow.

A muffled sound came through the cotton.

"Senior, you are really noisy..."

That beautiful face was born in vain.

Gee.

I really want to bite his neck off.