The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Senior Fox is so cunning..."

Beside, the quiet Lydia whispered to herself in a low voice.

Seeing the innocent and lovely Miss Dragon being fooled around by a scheming fox (dense fog), Lydia wanted to expose Carlos' evil deeds loudly.

But the cat girl was not good at words. When what was in her mind came to her mouth, she was blocked for a long time and couldn't utter a single word.

and……

The big black cat lowered its big fluffy head in dejection, hiding a hint of envy in its eyes.

She also wanted to have sex with the dragon.

The sense of smell of the feline tribe is extremely sensitive. Even though Lydia is a half-orc, she can smell the increasingly strong smell of ferocious beasts on Isabella.

This smell is hard to describe. It is not a substantial sweet smell like apples and strawberries, but a smell that only beasts can smell, which can make strange beasts involuntarily feel fear.

Lydia could see at a glance what Carlos was paying attention to.

He just wanted to enjoy the scent of the giant dragon for free, so that other orcs would think that he was one of the powerful beasts, so they would take a long detour when they smelled the scent, not daring to provoke him.

Now, Carlos has curled up into a small ball and is rolling on Isabella's tail.

Like a ball of fresh and tender beef slices just taken out of the pot, it is evenly sprinkled with sauce.

And Isabella's tail is the best sauce plate.

The cub still doesn't know how to cover up its scent. Lydia smelled the fierce and powerful fragrance of the dragon lady and sniffed quietly.

Just about to move.

But... forget it orz.

Lydia quietly talked herself out of it.

She always only thinks in her head but doesn't like to take action.

It's the same this time.

The big black cat stuck out its tongue and silently licked its arm, then quietly curled up into a big ball of fur again.

not to mention--

Lydia looked at the elf on the side quietly.

Count three seconds silently.

One, two, two and a half -

The word "seconds" has not yet fallen out.

Lydia saw the blond elf slowly get up.

I thought: Ah, sure enough.

The keeper who was guarding the cubs arrived late.

Senior Lancelot looks gentle, kind, and aloof from the world. But Lydia is also a breeder, and of course she understands that when a breeder sees her child having all of their attention taken away from others and having fun playing with others, she will definitely not be as relaxed as she appears.

Lydia continued to play various little theaters and inner dramas in her mind, feeling satisfied with her guess.

She slowly shook her black tail, her two fluffy cat paws held her chin obediently, and she began to watch quietly.

Seeing his own stupid Arthur, with a curious and fun expression on his face, he also wanted to get close to Isabella. Lydia gently hooked her tail forward, accurately hooking the boy's ankle.

"What's the matter, Lydia?" Arthur stopped, leaned over and touched the round back of his sister's head.

Lydia was silent and only glanced at the empty stool next to her.

Arthur understood immediately: "Do you want me to carry you over and sit down?"

Lidya said softly "Yeah".

Arthur picked up the giant black cat, sat down on a bench next to the lawn, and looked at the remaining three people in the middle.

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Fight, fight!

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"Bella."

A disembodied voice interrupted Isabella and Carlos who were tugging at each other's tails.

Two pairs of bright eyes looked out at the same time.

The elf stood in the golden sunshine, with his long pure gold hair hanging down like silk. His skin is snow-white, his lips are light-colored, and the loose and flowing mage robes on his body are spotless.

The whole person seemed to be emitting an invisible warm golden light, so transparent that it could almost blend with the spring sunshine.

"Today's play time is almost over, it's time for us to go back to our rooms and sleep."

Lancelot lowered his eyes, seemingly turning a blind eye to the intertwined scene of silver and fiery red in front of him, and just reminded the cub gently and calmly, "It's time to sleep."

"Eh--?!"

Carlos's narrow fox eyes almost bulged out. He looked up at the bright sun above his head, with an outrageous look on his face: "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, how can anyone go to bed so early!"

As he said that, the two fox paws hugged the silver-white tail in front of him harder.

The time was too short, and Carlos hadn't learned how to evenly coat every part of his body with the scent of the dragon, so he quickly continued to rub it with his tail.

Isabella opened her mouth to refute the elf, but unexpectedly she yawned at this moment.

The little girl raised her two fat little arms, stretched lazily, and then slowly rubbed her eyes.

She does seem a little sleepy.

I have to say that Lancelot's guess was too accurate. Isabella thought.

But wouldn't it be very shameful if you just obey and go to bed?

Isabella somehow didn't want to follow Lancelot's wishes.

Therefore, even at this moment, when she looked at the elf's blond hair, which looked like the most delicious food in the sun, her eyes almost widened with attraction, and her mouth kept swallowing saliva.

But Isabella still insisted on deliberately speaking harshly.

This is her last stubbornness!

The cub argued: "I'm not sleepy, I don't want to go to bed so early."

Lancelot was silent, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

During this time, he was really helpless by Isabella's temper.

but……

Sometimes, everything really can't go according to her wishes.

Before, Lancelot always advised him to wait and wait for the cub to feel better.

But seeing Carlos and Isabella fighting without any distance, the elf suddenly didn't want to wait any longer.

He was wrong.

It is wrong to wait where you are.

The elf had a premonition in his heart.

If he continues to wait like this, Isabella will only get further and further away from him.

She is so cute and dazzling, and naturally attracts other people's attention. In just such a short period of time since she came to the academy, she has made many different friends.

So, will one day in the future, Isabella has more and more friends.

And he is no longer her most special friend?

The elf pursed his lips slightly, not wanting to think about it any more.

He walked right up to the cub.

The hem of the pure white robe gently brushed against the green lawn, making a subtle rustling sound.

The elf leaned down, gently wrapped his cool fingers around the cub's armpits, and skillfully picked her up from the ground. Seeing that the fox's eye-catching red tail was still wrapped around hers, the elf moved her fingers slightly and unceremoniously pushed it away.

Carlos: "..."

The fox's eyes widened to express dissatisfaction, but he obediently relaxed his tail.

Elves do not belong to the beast tribe, and Lancelot is the person closest to Isabella, so the scent of the dragon will not be a deterrent to him.

Carlos had no right to speak in front of Lancelot. Now, even if he hugged a dragon's thick legs again, the cub's performance has always been disappointing.

It is estimated that it will be impossible to become the master in the near future.

Seeing the fox withdrawing from the battlefield first, Lydia, who was lying on Arthur's shoulder watching the show, sighed quietly, feeling that the little theater was about to end.

Senior Lance is still at the top of the food chain as always.

This is the arrogance of the strong.

Thinking of this, Lydia glanced sideways at her stupid goose who only knew how to have fun.

Arthur noticed his sister's gaze and asked her with a smile: "Are you sleepy too, Lydia?"

This big idiot is really out of sorts.

Now everyone is discussing the topic of sleepiness or not.

This is the breeder's declaration of sovereignty.

Lidya was quiet: "..."

She wanted to sigh even more.

"Hey! I said-"

When Isabella saw that the elf didn't even ask for her opinion, she immediately took her into her arms and was stunned for a moment with her eyes wide open.

It took him a while to react, and he made an aggressive face, pushed Lancelot's chest twice with his fat arms, and pushed him with his tail, trying to jump out of his arms.

She doesn't like other people making decisions for her!

Isabella shook her fist angrily and raised it high.

But the second before it was about to land on the elf, he quietly relaxed his strength.

Although I wanted to continue quarreling with the elf, but...he was just too sweet.

It was so fragrant that it affected Isabella's normal thinking.

Especially today, after staying outside under the sun all day, the elf's long hair was slightly heated by the sun, and the aroma of the blond hair was mixed with the warmth of the sun, making it smell even better. Sweet and delicious.

The abundant hair fell down like a waterfall, and the breeze blew the elf's long hair, making it extremely shiny and dazzling.

Every inch perfectly fits Ms. Dragon’s recipe needs.

At this moment, a strand of hair brushed against Isabella's face.

In order to express her Cold War stance during this period, she would rather chew a lot of gold coins every day than take the initiative to talk to Lancelot.

Now the unexpected contact.

Like a dead battery, suddenly connected to a power source with super charging capacity.

Abundant energy poured ferociously into the cub along her hair, instantly sweeping away the restless aura deep in her heart that had never been able to find its source.

"Clap."

It was like there was a small blocked channel in my heart, and the elf's strand of hair invisibly opened the blockage.

The manic, depressive and irritable mood disappeared little by little.

The cub paused.

This change that cannot be ignored in her body made her heavy body feel a little lighter.

This is actually the sequelae of the polar night's influence on the dragon clan. In addition, the cubs have grown too fast recently, and various small problems have accumulated together, causing Isabella's unwarranted changes in mood.

No one understands the habits of the dragon clan.

Even most races believe that the dragon's violent temper is their nature.

Actually not.

Just because the dragons are immortal doesn't mean they are immune to any negative damage. Sometimes, the dragons also get hurt, especially mentally.

It's just that other races will go insane or even die if they are harmed by this kind of damage, but they will not.

The dragons will only be grumpy, and they will either hide in a cave and eat gold coins to relieve their mood, or they will find a wilderness to breathe fire like crazy to consume excess energy.

In short, you have to find a way to vent it.

Such is Isabella's current situation.

Fortunately, there was the blond elf in front of me.

The gentle elf and the easily irritable dragon are a perfect match.

It didn't even require any treatment or magic potion to remove the negative effects from Isabella.

Seeing Isabella stop her noisy behavior, Lancelot was quietly relieved, although he didn't know why.

He raised his hand and used a cleaning spell to clean up the scattered grass clippings on Isabella's skirt. Then he combed his fingers together and gently inserted them into her thick and fluffy silver-white curls, patiently combing each strand.

In order to get angry with him today, the little girl refused to even comb her hair after getting up in the morning. Now her hair is knotted and tangled, so she cannot use the cleaning spell directly.

The loose lace butterfly ornaments on the skirt were also rearranged.

Lancelot did all this methodically, his bright golden eyes were clean and translucent, as if all the gloom and dust would not contaminate his heart.

Then, after doing all this.

The elf's eyes stayed on Isabella's chin, and there was a large light gray mark at some point.

He hesitated slightly.

This location...

According to the elf's consistent principles, he would let Isabella clean herself up instead of him handling it. Isabella found it troublesome every time. After returning home after playing a big game, Isabella would often be lazy and coquettishly rub the dust on his clothes, and then wait for the elf to bring a warm towel to her with a look of enjoyment. Wipe your face.

There happens to be no towels today.

The two voices in my heart started arguing again.

The conservative voice said calmly: You are an elf, you should always exercise restraint and be polite, and you should not easily touch places that others should not touch.

Lancelot wanted to object.

Why is the chin a place that shouldn't be touched? Isabella would just roll into a ball when she was playing with others, but he could only touch her forehead with restraint.

Deep voice: Yeah, why not?

With a low and slow drawl, he said unhurriedly: It is because you are always hesitant and unwilling to express your thoughts frankly that Isabella cannot feel your love for her, so it gradually accumulates , causing misunderstandings and conflicts between now and Isabella.

and so.

Are you going to continue to do this?

Lancelot:...

These two chaotic voices in my head were competing for an instant.

In the end, one side wins.

The elf slowly unfolded a smile, and his distinct eyelashes blocked the expression deep in his eyes.

He looked at Isabella and asked gently and politely: "Bella, there is some dirt on your face, can I help you wipe it off?"

As soon as she finished speaking, before Isabella could express her opinion or not, the elf had already raised his hand.

The fingertips gently wiped the dust on the cub's chin, and the white and cool fingertips fell on the cub's soft face, gently stroking the petals like a feather, wiping every dust clean.

The skin stained with dust became white and flawless again.

After doing all this, Lancelot's eyes slowly curved.

My heart seemed to be filled little by little with something.

Then, the elf lowered his head and gently kissed the cub's forehead.

This is a treasure that should belong to him.

It cannot be taken away by others for any reason.

"Bella, let's not be angry anymore, okay?" the elf said softly.

"I..." Isabella blinked.

She seemed to be suddenly separated from the mood of wanting to quarrel with Lancelot, and her mind was at a loss, not knowing what to say.

"I am your guide. I have the responsibility to guide you, but I will never restrict your freedom. Moreover, we are still good friends." Lancelot said slowly.

"Good friends are meant to stay with you for a lifetime."

So, I can’t let you stay away from me.