The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"How old is this year?"

Lancelot was a little confused by this question.

Aren't they discussing the topic of the red-robed witch?

"If you're asking about my age, I should be almost two thousand years old this year."

Although he didn't think it through, the elf still answered the cub's doubts gently and explained: "I have been away from Pudacino for too long. I haven't celebrated my birthday in many years, so I can't remember my age."

These were all common sense about the elves, and Lancelot didn't think much about it.

He paused and continued: "Since we happened to talk about this topic, let's expand on it a little and tell you some common sense about the elves."

But maybe it's more than just common sense.

There was a little voice in Lancelot's heart saying:

Secretly, he hoped... that Isabella could understand him better.

"For elves who live a long life, age is just a number that is of little use. We mostly distinguish growth status based on external characteristics. The first stage is the cub that has just been conceived from the tree of life and has not yet covered the ears of the elf. In the first stage, after stimulating the magic talent, you will automatically enter the second stage, the juvenile stage."

At this point, Lancelot lifted the hair from one ear.

When giving lessons to the cubs before, he would often give examples based on the content of the class so that the cubs could more intuitively understand what he was talking about.

It is also a habitual action today.

But the hand was just halfway up—

Suddenly paused.

The scene of the last time my ear was bitten suddenly flashed through my mind. Although... it was just an accident, but...

Forget it, let’s not give examples of this kind of thing.

Lancelot was worried that Isabella would have another whim and bite his ear.

He quickly and quietly put down his hands before Isabella noticed it, pretending to be calm and calm, as if nothing happened.

The elves have been taught common sense by their elders since they were young.

Their ears are their secret and sensitive parts, and only those who are particularly close to them can touch them.

After entering adolescence, elves with reserved and elegant personalities will hide their pointed ears. Unless their mood swings become uncontrollable, they will generally not reveal their pointed ears easily.

To the elves, having exposed ears is like a conservative nun who only wears ankle-length skirts all year round. When she is suddenly seen wearing pajamas at home, she is so embarrassed that her head is smoking.

This attribute of not showing one's ears in front of outsiders is probably only found in the elves on the entire continent.

After all, they are the only ones who are conservative and restrained -_-||.

Some elves are exaggerated to the point of being overly sensitive and will blush if an outsider touches their fingers.

This kind of personality limitation makes many elves in the academy only live in their own small circle and basically do not communicate too closely with other foreigners.

Therefore, when he first met Isabella, Lancelot was very troubled by her desire to hug and cuddle her anytime and anywhere. Every time he was touched by her, he would secretly use a cleaning spell to remove the touch from her body. The feeling of touch.

Fortunately, thanks to Isabella's "continuous efforts", the elf is now accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as her.

Just bite your ears...

It still seems a bit too much.

Lancelot was very confused. He had never been in such close contact with another creature. Isabella was the first friend he truly recognized.

He didn't know how to get along among friends.

For the first time, Lancelot wanted to avoid thinking.

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his complicated and disturbing thoughts.

He coughed lightly and continued the lecture: "The adolescent period of an elf can be long or short. During this stage, the elf's mind and character will gradually take shape, and the level of magic will gradually increase. Until a certain level, as the source of life for the elves, The tree of life will sense the development status of this elf and lead him to transform into maturity."

"Every elf will have certain premonitions before entering adulthood. During the transitional stage between adolescence and adulthood, some elves will also undergo some subtle changes in their appearance."

Lancelot used himself as an example this time——

"In the past few years, I have had a vague feeling that I am about to enter adulthood, but I haven't noticed any changes in my appearance so far."

Having said this, the elf smiled implicitly, his soft voice blowing like a breeze.

Lancelot suddenly wanted to discuss with his friends how his appearance would change if he became an adult.

"Bella, what do you think I will look like in the future?"

The elf's eyes were filled with anticipation, and his dazzling golden eyes were filled with light.

If only someone could grow up with him and watch him grow into adulthood. And if this person happens to be his only friend——

Just thinking about it, I feel like it’s something worth looking forward to.

The elf smiled innocently and yearningly.

However, Isabella was very sluggish. After listening to a lot of the elf's verbose words, her brain directly captured the information she thought was the most valuable for her.

She murmured softly, "Two thousand years old... really old."

Isabella was still immersed in a trance and shock. In addition, she recalled the Catalina of the Turtle Tribe whom she met some time ago, and the wrinkled look on her kind face was very vivid in her memory.

Because the ears only heard the last few words spoken by the elf.

What does it look like...?

Why ask her what she thinks he looks like?

Compared with Elf's face, the skin is thin and tender, and it feels like water droplets will burst out when you take a bite.

Without thinking, Isabella boldly made assumptions and associations: "Lance, did you use some magic to cover up your true appearance?"

The warm smile on Lancelot's lips froze slightly.

The anticipation in his eyes was shattered inch by inch.

"?"

As if she also realized that it was not good for her to ask such a question, Isabella quickly hugged the quilt to the elf's hand, and softly rubbed her face against his arm through the clothes.

She laughed twice to make up for it.

"I'm just curious, not because I think you're old."

Lancelot: "..."

There is no doubt that the cub obviously turned a deaf ear to a lot of what he just said.

The beautiful atmosphere before was completely shattered into pieces.

Uncontrollable anger rushed up, and the elf took a deep breath to barely maintain the surface calm.

He said word by word: "I'm still in my teenage years."

Underage boys, do you understand? ! !

I am not old! ! !

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Day two.

On the carriage leaving the village.

This unknown village is not within the scope of the northern polar night. It is approaching noon and the sun is shining brightly. The sunshine outside the carriage is bright and warm.

As the carriage moved forward at high speed, spring flowers blooming in reverse on both sides of the road. The gravel and dirt road bumped and bumped, and the only sound was the wheels of the carriage on the road.

There was silence in the carriage.

It was so quiet that you could even hear your breathing.

Isabella and Lancelot sat in a row, opposite a huge crystal mirror.

Arthur huddled in the corner and quietly glanced at the large mirror opposite.

"..."

Did he miss something?

Carlos sensed the strange atmosphere between the cub and the elf early on, and as soon as he got in the car, he very cleverly transformed into a smaller version of the prototype. He ran out of the carriage in a flash and was now lying lazily on the shaft of the carriage basking in the sun.

Be comfortable and free from the world.

As a human warrior who can only fight with a heavy sword, Arthur cannot grow or shrink.

There was nowhere to go, so I could only sit in the carriage, as quiet as a chicken.

"..."

Arthur quietly nuzzled up to Isabella, "Why do you want a mirror?"

Yes, this gorgeous mirror studded with jewels and diamonds was taken out by Miss Dragon herself from her ring after she got on the carriage.

Isabella glanced at Arthur slowly and said matter-of-factly, "It's rare for me to transform into another person. I don't know when the next time will be. Of course, I must seize this opportunity to appreciate my beauty."

As Isabella said, she blinked, and the little girl in the mirror also blinked.

She was wearing a cream-white cake skirt with layers of layers and decorated with very beautiful and delicate lace. The cuffs are designed with puff sleeves, hanging down to the forearm to form a blooming morning glory.

Ah, this lady is such a sweet little cutie =3=~

Arthur was speechless.

He scratched his head in confusion and complained, "I didn't realize you were so narcissistic before. You're almost as good as Senior Carlos."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were two knocks on the carriage wall.

The fox's dissatisfied voice sounded outside the car window, "Hey, stupid warrior, I can hear you."

Arthur quickly shrank his neck and laughed twice.

"Narcissistic about your size!"

Isabella finally moved away from staring at the mirror, glared hard at Arthur with her big eyes, raised her tail, and looked fierce as if she wanted to beat him up.

As a result, Arthur quickly reached out with his long arm, grabbed the cub's tail, put it on his lap and pinched it. Rubbing from the tip of the tail to the upper part of the tail, he smoothed out some messy scales. The technique was soft and moderate, and he was extremely skilled.

"Ouch-"

Isabella felt so comfortable being rubbed that she couldn't help but make a strange little milking sound, and her tail unconsciously rubbed Arthur's arm.

It took him a second to come back to his senses.

He quickly covered his mouth.

What a strange sound!

It was too embarrassing for her ferocious dragon.

Isabella deliberately snorted with a straight face, but was reluctant to take the tail out of Arthur's hand. After all, this guy's tail stroking skills were really getting better and better, and she felt so comfortable that she wanted to continue humming.

Hold on!

Isabella maintained her expression and brought back the topic, deliberately emphasizing in a sinister tone: "I just want to see more of my 'young, pretty' face!"

She hummed softly, held her face in her hands with a smile, and looked in front of the mirror again.

"Although someone doesn't admit that he is old, I am really young, hehe."

"It's great to be young, it's great~"

Arthur: "..."

You almost know who "someone" is without even asking.

He noticed that the cold air on the body of a certain blond young man on the other side of the carriage across the cub was getting stronger and stronger, as if the temperature in the carriage had dropped a few degrees.

Arthur laughed dryly: "Senior and you are both very young."

Isabella raised her voice: "He is two thousand years old! What is the concept of two thousand years old! When you are two thousand years old, your ashes will probably be gone!"

Arthur: "………………"

He pressed his throbbing forehead. He didn't know why the cub needed spankings so much recently, but he still imitated Lancelot and remained patient.

The cat-eyed boy tried his best to smile, "Is it possible that if I work hard, I can live to be two thousand years old?"

The general lifespan of the human race is two hundred years. For humans with magic talent or warrior talent, their lifespan will be extended as the talent level increases.

Among the unconfirmed rumors, there was once the strongest human warrior on the continent. He survived the extremely cold era at the end of the First Era not only with his human body. It was even said that in the middle of the Second Era, some people had seen him in a corner of the continent.

Although Arthur has no obsession with lifespan, he only wants to become stronger.

Becoming the strongest warrior is his lifelong dream.

Isabella was still arguing: "So what if I'm two thousand years old?"

The arrogant dragon lady raised her tail and poked the human boy's soft face with the tip of her tail.

Of course the face of a teenage boy feels nice, but...

The malicious smile of the young dragon was clearly reflected in Arthur's bright orange cat eyes.

Isabella smiled: "When you are two thousand years old, Lance will be four thousand years old!"

After speaking, he deliberately glanced at the silent elf.

"Hey, your math talent is not for calculating your age!"

The young man was speechless and held his forehead. The hair on his head was so hairy that he wanted to pull it over and hide it.

He no longer dared to look at the face of the elf senior.

"..."

After a while, the quiet elf finally made a move.

The candlelight flickered in the carriage.

The dim yellow light and shadow outline his cool and beautiful side face, with skin as white as jade and long eyelashes that are curled and thick. Every line on the facial features is smooth and silky, like a child of a god who has been carefully carved, without a single flaw.

Where is the "old" Isabella said.

The elf slowly raised his hands, passed through the cub's arms and armpits, and lifted her completely from Arthur back to his lap.

The little girl was lying on her back, lying across her legs. Before she could straighten up and look back, Lancelot easily restrained Isabella with one hand, preventing her from flopping away.

Isabella's smug expression froze.

She also knew that she was deliberately looking for trouble.

but……

It's just fun.

I was used to seeing the elf's gentle and smiling expression before, but today I couldn't help but want to see him sulky and stern.

But now it seems to have overturned...?

Seeing that Lancelot remained silent.

Isabella became more and more panicked, her big round eyes widened, and she kept glancing at the elf with her peripheral vision.

Seeing that his face was gentle but expressionless, I was so nervous that I screamed.

It's over, he won't spank her!

ahhh-

The cub continued to struggle to death, refusing to accept his fate. Then, he heard a cold and ethereal voice in his ear, bringing news that was more terrifying than a spanking:

"Bella, your transformation has lasted for nearly twelve hours this time, which means your period of instability is about to end."

"When I return to the academy this time, I will report this matter to Mr. Green."

Lancelot said calmly.

The hands moved slowly, rearranging the layers of skirts that had been turned up when the cub was playing with Arthur, and each layer of curled and entangled lace was restored to its most beautiful shape.

This is the dress he made for the cub himself.

Keep it perfect of course.

After smoothing out the last wrinkle, he rearranged the cub and placed it on the chair opposite him.

"So, after meeting the academy this time, you can officially start school."

Isabella: "...???"

what! ! ?