The reserve food raised is the Elf King

When Isabella woke up, there was only a weak candlelight beside the bed in the room.

Occasionally a small spark exploded from the wick.

"Snapped."

Short and crisp.

The small voice was quickly drowned in the silent night.

Isabella's mind was confused.

The foggy blue eyes turned awkwardly, like a tool part that had not been used for a long time, and it felt like it was stuck and difficult to rotate.

This sleep... I guess I slept a little too long.

It took longer than usual.

She almost fell asleep orz.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the elf sitting at the head of her bed. The dark yellow light and shadow blurred on the wall not far away. The shadow illuminated his delicate and sculpture-like facial features, his lowered and curled eyelashes, and his expression was serious and peaceful.

"Lance...?"

Isabella rubbed her eyes, and the long hair that pressed on her arms slid down her arms. Her soft skin was smooth and white, without her most common small scales.

Only then did she realize that she had turned into a human form again.

"Bella, you finally woke up."

The elf heard the noise and put down what he was holding.

He leaned forward and asked with concern: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something to fill your stomach first?"

Isabella slept for more than forty days.

When Arthur and Carlos returned to Asberg to meet Lancelot after completing their first task, they learned that Isabella had been sleeping. Fortunately, after the mission, they were no longer restricted from using the teleportation magic circle. The three of them stopped staying and immediately rushed back to the academy to find Dean Green.

The dean looked at the anxious faces of the three students and said only one sentence——

"Miss Bella, you are the dragon clan best at sleeping on the continent."

They can sleep until the end of the world, sleep until the end of a certain era, and even if the sky is no longer bright one day in the future, their clan may not crawl out of bed.

Not wanting to get just this answer, Lancelot asked the dean when Isabella would wake up.

"Of course I woke up after I fell asleep."

Unable to get a definite answer from the dean, Lancelot had no choice but to take the cub with him and continue their next three-person competition.

While Isabella was sleeping, they had already completed the third task.

The third mission is located in a deserted ancient village, where there is almost no trace of magic. The mission statement requires them not to use any magic here, and to rely on primitive methods to find a girl lost in the forest.

Fortunately, they have completed the requirements of the mission scroll today. They plan to take a night's rest and leave the village tomorrow, so they can submit the mission and return to the academy.

Unable to use magic, Lancelot could only accomplish what he was doing by the faint light of candles.

"Hungry...not hungry, okay."

Isabella rubbed her eyes.

Actually, I'm hungry.

But with the fragrant elves in front of her, Isabella didn't want to bother with those dry diamonds.

Isabella sat up, holding the quilt and sitting blankly, her expression still dazed, and she took a deep breath subconsciously through her nose.

Her foraging instinct drew her closer to Lancelot, wanting to be closer to him.

It smells so good =3=

Ms. Dragon gradually cheered up.

What a happy life it is to be able to start cooking as soon as you wake up!

The aroma of the elves is particularly attractive in the dark night, like a piece of fragrant butter bread. When you take a bite, you can see the sweet and white butter flowing out.

The aroma was full and rich, making Isabella feel even more hungry after sleeping for a long time without eating.

However, the light in the room was so weak that there was only a sliver left.

It was almost impossible to see the elf's beautiful blond hair.

It's like adding an inedible plastic bag to this steaming piece of bread.

It greatly affects the eating experience.

Isabella's eyes glowed slightly in the night, and the pure silver pupils reflected the elf's figure.

She glanced at the elf, then at the dark night outside the window, and suggested coldly: "Turn on the light in the room, it's so dark."

Turn on the lights to create a dining atmosphere.

Half of the dragon girl's face was hidden in the shadows, and she slowly stretched out her tongue and licked the corners of her lips.

Her gaze fell on the elf's golden eyes.

The elf's eyes swayed in the candlelight, clear and clear. The eyelids drooped slightly, curved in a harmless and pure arc, hidden under the long and thick eyelashes.

It makes people want to get closer and take a lick of the golden treasure hidden underneath.

Lancelot was unaware of Isabella's secret observation.

He said hello gently and took out two large night pearls from the storage ring.

One was placed on the small coffee table beside the bed, and the other was held in front of Isabella.

"Want to take a bite?"

Lancelot asked softly.

"You slept for a long time and didn't eat anything."

"How long have I been asleep?"

Isabella's attention was completely attracted by the beauty under the light. Even though the night pearl was about the same size as her face, she only stared at the elf intently, and hugged the quilt and leaned closer to him.

He asked casually, "Are we in the Tulsa Mountains now?"

Isabella couldn't remember what happened before going to bed and thought she had entered the realm of the polar night.

Otherwise why is the light so dark?

And so quiet.

But in this environment now, the elf's side face is shrouded in the holy and soft white light of the night pearl, making it look even more like a jade beauty.

Just by looking at it and smelling it, I felt warm in my stomach, as if I had drank a bowl of sweet, creamy soup.

If I take another lick——

Isabella had just reached out her evil right hand and grabbed a handful of the elf's long hair. Before she could make any move, Lancelot pushed her back into the quilt and lay down.

Wrapped into a huge silkworm baby.

Isabella: "...?"

Lancelot coughed lightly and said, "Bella, you slept a little too long this time, and your body has grown a lot since you transformed. Therefore, you can't wear the skirt you bought before."

"Now that we are in a small village in the wilderness, we can't find any suitable clothes for you. I have to take apart two of your previous skirts and plan to make a new one for you -"

The skirt was still a little unsewed, and the elf was working on it overnight.

Unexpectedly, Isabella woke up at this time.

"..."

The cub was completely deaf to his words.

Lancelot is an elf who is good at everything, except that he talks a lot. Every time he babbles a lot of nonsense for a long time, he must explain the causes and consequences of everything clearly.

But what Isabella lacks most is patience.

The dragon's bones are full of domineering and arrogant. What she wants can be taken directly. Why does she need to think about it so much?

Therefore, in Isabella's eyes, Lancelot's behavior of being polite and not easily offending others turned into being long-winded and slow-moving.

This elf must have been transformed into a turtle in his previous life!

too slow!

Lancelot had no idea what Isabella was thinking.

He also always considered that the cub didn't understand anything and needed to be taught everything slowly. The more he wanted to teach her well, the more patience he needed to guide her.

Therefore, one feels that he should take his time, while the other wants to eat the food in his mouth quickly.

——Then it depends on who is stronger.

Isabella crawled out with all her strength, not even listening to what Lancelot had to say.

The elf was also concerned about her fragile and petite appearance in human form, so he didn't dare to use magic at all, so he had to use his hands to close the quilt even more tightly, and just tied a bow to tie her inside.

But she still couldn't stop the rampaging dragon lady.

The little girl's long silver-white curly hair was entangled with the elf's soft and smooth golden straight hair, like two children fighting with each other.

Seeing that the little girl was about to crawl out again, even half of her shoulders were exposed without realizing it, Lancelot was anxious, and without thinking, he pressed his whole body on Isabella, and pushed her through the thick quilt. She was completely pressed into his arms.

"..."

The world is quiet.

The cub fluttered motionlessly, as if the pause button had been pressed.

After a while, the little girl's voice was aggrieved: "What are you doing, Lance?"

Her face was smothered in the quilt!

"!!!"

What has he done!

Lancelot suddenly woke up and got up in panic.

The blush crept up on his face little by little, and the heat almost rushed out from the top of his head.

The usual ease, peace and indifference have all disappeared. The beautiful elf is now like a restless young man, and he barely knows where to put his arms and legs.

Too, too much!

How could he press on Isabella!

Just when Lancelot was about to apologize, Isabella silently pulled the quilt away. Only one eye was exposed, silently observing the elf who was particularly strange today.

——No, it must be an elf who has been very strange recently.

Why do you get such a big reaction when you touch it casually?

She's not a hedgehog.

"Lance——"

"Bella——"

The two spoke at the same time.

The elf immediately gave in: "You go ahead and say it."

The giant dragon said confidently: "Let me speak first!"

"..." You're so welcome.

Do not play cards according to the routine.

She is indeed Miss Dragon.

Isabella didn't care about that much, she had a fierce face and big eyes, thinking that she had shocked the elves with the "ferocious momentum of the dragon clan", and raised her chin proudly.

Then he continued, "Lance, what's going on with you recently?"

"I feel like you always want to avoid me, you won't let me touch you, you won't hug me, you won't come home at night, you always ignore me, and you even committed violence against me today!"

Isabella clapped her fingers and listed Lancelot's crimes one by one.

She must let the elf recognize her mistakes and correct them!

"We were all fine before, but you still say we are good friends. What kind of good friends are you!?"

"I……"

Lancelot was confused by these unfounded charges.

How could a simple-minded elf be Isabella's opponent?

He usually treats other people with a smile and silence, and does not participate in discussions except for academic-related topics.

As for those who don't have long-sightedness and insist on entanglement, the elf will change its gentle appearance and send the other person away directly with a set of violent magic.

How have I ever encountered Isabella like this?

Sharp-tongued and unreasonable.

But if I really touched it, I would worry about damaging her.

Just as he was about to speak, Isabella just snorted.

Facing the elf who said nothing, Isabella seemed even more impatient.

The two grape eyes on the small face were big and shining, as if there were raging flames rolling inside, and the eternal flame could burn everything.

She looked very angry and said coldly, "Lance, if you don't want to be friends with me, then you..."

"no."

The elf interrupted.

"Bella, I don't want to be your friend."

A look of anxiety flashed across Lancelot's face, and he leaned closer to the bed.

The smooth blond hair slipped from her shoulders along with gravity, spreading a layer of mysterious and gorgeous golden flowers on the quilt.

Isabella said nothing, "..."

The pink and white cheeks are swollen and round.

In the corner where the night pearl couldn't shine, a small hand quietly came out from the quilt, took out a large handful of blond hair and held it in the palm of his hand.

A little, a little.

The luxuriant hair fills the gaps between the fingers.

The five fingers rubbed and groped silently, feeling extremely happy and satisfied. Even the white fingertips were gradually stained with traces of light pink.

Ah, I finally ate it.

The influence the elves had on Isabella was simply incredible.

Even without biting it into the mouth, the stickers on the body can make Miss Dragon feel extremely satisfied.

"Just listen to me, okay."

Lancelot slowly lowered his tone, focusing all his attention on calming the angry young dragon, and did not notice that his hair was quietly pulled.

The corners of the cub's mouth hidden under the quilt were slightly raised, but his eyes were still arrogant and angry.

"Bella, there's never been a time when I didn't want to be your friend."

The elf looked serious, resisting the feeling of his cheeks getting hot, and confessed solemnly and sincerely, "On the contrary, I want to be your best friend."

The elf struggled to control his reserved nature.

Lancelot discovered that if you want to be intimate with someone, you have to be unreserved.

Including emotions.

He should let Isabella know his thoughts, so that the two of them can be honest with each other without misunderstanding.

Most of the unhappiness and minor conflicts between the two in the past few days stem from the lack of good communication between them.

The reason for all this is that he always keeps his thoughts in his heart.

Lancelot was never stupid.

He quickly identified problem nodes and proactively solved them.

"Not only just now, but also the few times before, I have never been unwilling to hug you." Lancelot clarified Isabella's misunderstanding and explained in a low voice, "I'm just a little... embarrassed."

The elf paused, then plucked up the courage to speak bluntly, "This is the first time I've been so close to another person, that's why I seem... at a loss."

"Bella, I really don't like you." He emphasized again.

Hearing the words "first time", Isabella's mood suddenly improved.

A little flower that sprouted without knowing when quietly bloomed a sweet flower in my heart.

The little flower is a shy pink, very much like the color of the elf's neck at this time.

Isabella hummed twice, pretending she heard it.

"Okay, I forgive you." She said delicately.

He planned to get out from under the quilt again.

Get up close and personal with the sweet and delicious elves.

But again——

He was held down by the elf again.

Isabella: "?"

"Ahem," the elf paused and said, "You may...well, you don't have any clothes to wear for the time being."

"???"

Lancelot quickly explained his innocence: "Bella, don't worry, I didn't look at anything. I covered you with a quilt the first second you transformed. I promise I didn't see anything!"

"After you left Asberg last time, you fell into a long sleep. It was not until yesterday that you suddenly transformed in your sleep. I don't know if it was the stimulation of the polar night, but you were two years older when you transformed this time. The skirts I bought before were naturally too small.”

"But don't worry, I will change your new dress for you tonight." The elf smiled slightly, and the corners of his eyes curved gently.

Isabella blinked slowly when she heard this.

She was so used to being an orc that she almost forgot about clothes.

OK.

I reluctantly treated this matter as if I had made a mistake.

"...Oh, thanks Lance."

The little girl silently shrank into the quilt, and the burning arrogance in her body seemed to be a little smaller.

However, there is still a historical issue that must be resolved!

Isabella whispered, "What on earth did you do last night?"

The elf breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that the cub's tone softened.

He briefly explained in a few words why he was not with Isabella that night in Asberg.

"...So you've been looking for that red-robed witch for all these years?"

Isabella tilted her head and thought for a moment.

Lancelot nodded slightly.

He hesitated in his heart whether to tell Isabella the identity of the red-robed witch.

If I did, it would be another very troublesome story. Moreover, it was also the thing he least wanted to remember deep down in his heart.

The elf lowered his eyes, and a moment of blankness quietly flashed in his golden eyes, as if even the pearl of the night could not illuminate the darkness at that moment.

But he soon returned to normal.

Just listen to Isabella ask in a slow and doubtful tone:

"Lance, how old are you...?"

Isabella's expression was puzzling.

What does "searching for nearly a thousand years" mean?

millennium?

How many days are there in a year?

Miss Julong, who had not broken out of her shell for five years, suddenly felt that she almost no longer recognized the unit "year".

In such a long time since she met the elves in the dragon territory, she seemed to have never formally asked how old Lancelot was.

Yes, Miss Dragon doesn’t care who the red witch is at all.

She only cares about the quality of her own food reserves.

Isabella looked worried.

Her food reserve husband couldn't be an old man several thousand years old who happened to have the face of a teenager, right?

If this is the case, will his meat still be delicious in the future?